Chapter Eleven

Purah soared high in the sky carrying the burden she willingly took from Duncan. She knew she had to be rid of it but not on Earth. Just the amount alone she contained within herself could devastate a hundred mile radius and that was a conservative estimate on her part. It had been a while since she traveled between dimensions but for the life of her, Purah couldn’t remember feeling this clear in her mind. Then again, why was she feeling back to normal? Purah pondered this as she weighed the facts which the only one was touching Duncan gave her mind the much needed connection to work properly and it made her feel whole.

It must be his energy doing this to me, Purah wondered as she slipped through a thin part of the veil that separated Earth from other dimensions. It was dark and one could get lost and disoriented if they didn’t know where they were going. The dimension Purah wanted was a desolate place that had been used by her fallen brothers and sisters to train and prepare for battles for eons. The directions were engrained into her brain but the only way she could make it here was by escort, usually by Sorath. He never like for her to be out of his sight for long and tended to coddle and protect her from everything.

Purah found his behavior annoying and unneeded in her current state of mind. She was fully capable of taking care of herself and hated the way Sorath smothered her when she wasn’t quite right in the head, which was every single day. The memories were fragmented and jumbled but there was always a constant in each one: Sorath. Always with her and always holding her in some way. Purah shuttered and found it repulsive at the same time. Why did I allow Sorath to get so close and attached to me like a lover?

Purah gasped as memories flooded her mind to the point that she nearly lost control of Duncan’s energy. Focus! She berated herself for the lapse that could have left her back in her broken state and not know how to get back…get back to where? Certainly not the Promise Land and far away from Sorath. Maybe I would be better off lost than return to him, it’s not like anyone else would miss me. As miserable as she felt, Purah knew this wasn’t true but what other choice did she have?

What about Duncan? Just the whisper of his name in her mind somehow gave her hope. What was it about this human that has me so attracted to him like a magnet? It felt weird to have any feeling for someone else, especially a human that she hardly knew. Maybe we met before and I don’t remember, could that be it? Purah decided not to dwell on the human until she got to the dimension where she would be safe in case her memory decided to leave her once again. She didn’t know if Duncan felt anything for her, let alone want to be around her. I’m the fallen angel of sorrow and despair, who in their right would want to be around a being like me, especially when I cry uncontrollably and wail because I can’t heal my mind?

Sorath obviously, but why? Purah felt like her little messed up world was being hit with an earthquake as well as a hurricane. Total chaos and no end in sight. Darkness surrounded her and pulled on every nerve and fiber of what was left of her sanity as Purah slipped through the familiar entrance in the veil and enter the fallen angel’s training dimension. The dimension was mostly a barren wasteland, barely anything grew because the sun hardly shined here, maybe twice a month. There mountain ranges jutted out of the ground and looked like something out of a nightmare, resembled teeth and spiny fingers surrounding a small valley and in the center of this was dilapidated coliseum.

The coliseum had cracks and chunks of marble knocked out of it. Black scorch marks told the story of many past battles as they created a myriad of chaos and destruction. The ground was covered in sand and in the center of the ring was a stone slab used as display for the victors to stand on and await for their next challenger. Everything about this dimension bespoke of death, decay, and war which was why the fallen angels chose it for their personal needs as they hid from the rest of the world. There were so few of them left because each fight was to the death and Sorath was always victorious. Only a select few, including Purah, were set aside and never fought against him. The hand-selected fallen angels got a front row seat to watch many of their brother and sisters die to see who would reign supreme when the time came to create their Father’s apocalypse.

Purah landed softly on the sand, barely making a sound. She tucked her tendril wings against her body as she walked towards the stone slab. The energy she contained was powerful and starting to become too much. Purah liked that it helped keep her mind stable but it came with a painful price. She couldn’t keep it and she would be once again a broken angel. Maybe I can spindle a portion of it in my mind, Purah thought, was that possible?

Purah wasn’t familiar with how to do that but it was worth a try. First things first: got to release most of Duncan’s energy. She grimaced as she climbed up on top of the stone slab as the energy was violently vibrating her entire body. The stone slab would make a good conduit since it was buried deep in the ground naturally so Purah lie flat on her back and closed her eyes, trying to coax Duncan’s energy out slowly. It rushed out like it was shot out of a cannon and lifted Purah off the stone slab a few inches. Purah screamed as she did her best to contain a small portion of the energy for herself.

Just a small dab, Purah panted as she forced a trickle of Duncan’s energy to flow into her brain. She smelt something burning as well as heard rocks crumbling behind her but Purah had no margin for error in what she was attempting to do. If she pushed too much from her body or into her brain, it could fry all of her synapses and possibly melt her brain completely. All of her muscles tighten as Purah tried to put up a small protective wall to seal her brain from receiving any more energy.

A cool breeze blew beneath her as Purah felt the last of Duncan’s energy leave her body. She opened her eyes and couldn’t see straight. Her eyes were watery as tears streamed down her cheeks. Purah blew out a deep breath as she relaxed her body. That was a rush, she thought with a smile and then it dawned on her that she…remembered everything. She smiled and laughed as she used her wings to lift up from the stone slab, but they were already holding her up in the air. Purah twisted and saw that the stone slab had been pulverized, nothing but a deep, dark hole remained.

She looked down and saw that all her clothes had been burned off during the release. That explains the burnt smell, she mused as she took flight. Purah felt more alive and wondered how long it had been since she experienced this emotional happiness. She soared high in the dark sky, letting the wind kiss and caress every part of her bare skin. Sorath would not be pleased to see me like this, Purah thought, but then again he was back on Earth and she was here and that was all that really mattered at the moment. The bundle of Duncan’s energy she kept for herself made her head tingle and her mind was enjoying every moment of it too. Purah felt a pang of sadness as she knew that it wouldn’t last forever because her body’s own natural energy would eventually cleanse it and incorporate into her own, which would put her back to her broken state. As she flew, Purah was determined to somehow keep the memory of Duncan Morgan fresh in her mind and make it easy to access. Question was would she remember why he was so special to her when the thought of him crossed her damaged mind?

Purah literally had nothing to write his name on and it would do no good to scratch his name on her skin since it would heal in a day. What to do, what to do? Purah scanned the grounds and found the remnants of a recent volcanic eruption. She swooped down and grabbed a chunk of obsidian rock that was left behind and then shot towards the coliseum. When Purah flew over the top of the coliseum, she dove down in the small crater she had created, hunting for some rocks that she could carve Duncan’s name on. The crater went deep down and opened up a cavernous area that had many stalactites on the roof. There was even a small spring of water down here and judging from the steam coming off the surface, it had to be a hot spring being warmed by the nearby volcano.

Purah landed on the stony ground and lost her footing. She fell hard on her ass as she noted that all the rocks were covered in a green slime. Algae? Purah didn’t understand this dimension at all and wasn’t sure she wanted to come back here either. She used her tendril wings and hovered off the stony ground slightly and made her way to the hot spring. The heat emanating from the spring warmed her and seemed to be beckoning her to slide in and that was all the coaxing Purah needed. She drifted down into the spring and it made her feel wonderful and loved, like her body was being smothered in a huge, cradling hug. The spring came up to her waist so she sat down and dipped her entire body. Heavenly, she thought, and she would know that feeling anywhere. Maybe this place isn’t so bad, Purah smiled as she lifted her head out of the water.

She looked around at her surrounding as her happiness started to fade. Someone was here, Purah could sense their sadness and despair no matter where they hid. At that moment, Purah noticed that she was having a problem focusing and keeping her mind clear. Shit! Purah scrambled out of the hot springs and found herself slipping and sliding on the slippery surface. The energy she had spindled in her mind had slipped out and was leaving her mind, probably because she let everything go in the hot springs. Panic filled her mind as Purah hunted for a rock, anything that she could carve Duncan’s name on.

As the energy slowly faded away, Purah got desperate and decided to carve his name in multiple areas on her naked body. She grimaced as she carved it into her tights, stomach, the back of both of her hands and forearms. Purah went so far as to carve his name into several of her tendrils. Please, Purah pleaded with herself, I don’t want to forget again! She concentrated on what little of Duncan’s energy that was left in her head but it wasn’t responding. Frustration started to get the best of her as every attempt to keep the energy with seemed to fail.

Purah laid on her side, crying and not caring about all the slick algae leaving a green slime blanket on most of her body. She would forget about it and probably slip and fall again. Purah balled her hands into fist and slammed both of them repeatedly on the slick, stony ground, wailing at the top of her lungs. Someone just kill me already, Purah screamed in her head, I don’t want to live like this anymore. She heard the sound of sand falling from the large hole she had created but didn’t care if it was falling because of her or that someone or something was at the edge investigating. Oh no, Purah became hysterical, I’m losing it again.

Purah lay still on the stony ground with a blank expression on her tear-soaked face. She looked around with only her eyes, noting she was underground somewhere. Her gaze went to the ground as she leaned down and licked at the algae. Oooh tangy but yummy, she thought as she continued to lick. A shadow loomed over Purah but she was too pre-occupied to care.

“Purah?” a deep, melodious came from above her, “Purah what are you doing here?”

Purah looked up and had a huge grin with green slime dripping down her chin, “Sorath, you’re here! Good! Come join me, this stuff is great!”

Sorath crinkled his nose, “Um, no thanks. I believe I will pass on this invitation.”

“Suit yourself, more for me then!” Purah replied as she went back to licking the floor.

“Purah, where are your garments?” Sorath asked. He knew better than rattle off a series of questions due to her memory so he had to patiently ask and hope for a lucid response. Patience was something Sorath wasn’t gifted with but through the centuries with Purah, he became accustom to it more because of her. No one else deserved his patience but her because everyone else was held at a higher standard and if they couldn’t pull their weight, he would kill them. Purah stopped licking and sat up slowly to examine herself.

“I’m not wearing any clothes.” Purah said with surprise, “Where are my clothes? Do you have them?”

“No my sweet Purah, I don’t.” Sorath responded but then gasped at the cuts all over her body, “What happened to you?”

“I-I don’t remember.” Purah said sadly as she cried.

“Do you remember someone cutting you up?”

Purah looked at her wounds – “I think I did…Why would I write…Duncan Morgan?”

Sorath leaned down and picked Purah up gently like she was a fragile work of art and examined her wounds closely. At first glance, he could tell they were all self-inflicted, which told him that she wanted to remember this person’s name for a reason and was pretty desperate too. On the ground was a sharp black stone with blood on it that confirmed she had in fact did this to herself, but why? Was this person the one responsible for her current state? Did he assault her sexually? The mere thought of anyone else’s hands on his Purah set his blood to boiling. She was his and no one else may have her. He lifted her so he could sniff Purah’s slimy core. He did detect a faint arousal and it wasn’t due to his presence plus an unfamiliar scent which only infuriated Sorath.

“When I say the name Duncan Morgan, what’s the first thing that comes to your mind?” Purah was silent for a moment before saying, “Human.”

“He’s a human,” Sorath smirked, “no more worrying about him. I will have him found and executed for what he’s done to you. What else comes to mind when I say Duncan Morgan?”

“He killed Penemuel.” Purah replied as she ran a finger on her chin and licked the algae.

“Penemuel is dead?” Sorath did his best to hide his joy, “Are you sure of this?”

“Sure of what?”

“Penemuel is dead.”

Purah looked shocked, “Penemuel’s dead? When did this happen?”

Sorath took a deep breath and calmed his anger. It was his own fault for being impatient and now he has upset Purah. Getting answers from her won’t be as easy. He held her closer as he hovered in the air and said, “Today. He was killed by Duncan Morgan.”

“Yes he was, wasn’t he?”

“Why did the mortal fight with Penemuel?”

“Because he was mad”

“Penemuel was mad at Duncan Morgan?”

“Yes, that’s what I just said.” Purah glared.

“What made Penemuel so mad?”

She thought for a moment and then grinned at Sorath, “Because he was naked and I was being cradled in his arms…no wait, he had his clothes on by then…unfortunately.”

A mortal killed one of our kind? Sorath’s rage was starting to get out of control. He squeezed onto Purah to the point of making her cry out in pain but he didn’t notice. How dare this mere mortal touch her! How dare that insignificant bug strut around my Purah naked!

“Let me go Sorath!” Purah shouted, “You’re hurting me!”

Sorath didn’t let go but instead took her to the hot springs with the intent of removing the human’s filth from her body. He dropped her down hard in the water and as quick as he could, Sorath removed his armor and set them on the slimy ground and enter the pool. Purah stood up to get out of the water but Sorath was already towering over her. Sorath grabbed Purah and roughly scrubbed all the algae scum from her petite body. She kicked and screamed at him but nothing seemed to faze him. Once he felt her body was clean, Sorath ran with her pinned to his body and trapped her against a nearby wall. With Purah’s hands held above her head, Sorath wiggled his hips in between her legs and said hoarsely as he thrust hard inside her core, “I love you Purah and no one will ever come between us ever again. Definitely not the mortal who I smell has already been inside you. This is for your own good and though you’re memory’s shot, know I will do this for all of eternity until you come to realize that you…are…MINE!”

*****

“Focus Duncan. This is something you really need to work on.” Rose berated Duncan as they sat across from one another in the cave. It had been nearly two weeks since Duncan’s powers came out and he was still having difficulty relaxing and more trouble controlling his inner magic. If what Purah had said was true, then Duncan could literally be a nuclear bomb waiting to explode. She had already witness firsthand what it could do the ghouls and how he easily dispatched the fallen angel. What was there in the world that could stop him?

“Damn it woman!” Duncan snarled, “I’m doing the best I can!”

“That’s not good enough. You need to work on the basic steps of meditation so that your magic will be more under control.”

“Easy for you to say, you’ve been brought up in this sort of thing. I’ve had no aspirations for magic and power.”

“Quit making excuses and focus on your breathing, asshole! Right now you’re a ticking time bomb.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I’d fly far off into space and explode so none of you would get hurt…” He grabbed her katana and slid it towards her as he added, “Might be best to end all of your fears now and kill me.”

Rose parted her lips as she thought, is he giving up on life already? Was magic so bad that he’d rather die than learn and better understand it? Rose didn’t believe what she just heard, besides he had been using it for years and never knew it. Now that it required a little effort and discipline on his part to handle it, he balked at using it. Rose narrowed her eyes and said, “Not going to happen. You’re not getting out of this that easily and besides that, you’ve been using your magical abilities before all this happened a few weeks ago.”

“That was different, I didn’t know what that voice was -”

Rose pointed at him, “But you listen to it anyways, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” Duncan begrudgingly replied.

“May I ask a question?” Devlin asked as he appeared out of the shadows. He had been coming by every few days, bringing fresh fruits for Rose and searching for the exact location of the Promise Land that Penemuel talked about. Duncan wanted to go there and be rid of all the ghouls and any who control them and take out the imposter Jesus whose real name was Sorath but Rose and Devlin persuaded him that if he planned to storm the castle, then he had to get his magic under control first. When Rose wasn’t teaching Duncan, he was out hunting for wild game and to Rose’s surprise, he was a great tracker. Devlin was kind enough to retrieve Duncan’s crossbow from the puddle where he was attacked. Once he found game, there was no stopping Duncan. He came back with rabbits mostly because there were lots of them close by and he didn’t have to venture too far from the cave.

Rose wasn’t fond of him killing animals but being out here in the wilderness, it would mean eating power bars that were way past their expiration date. Duncan assured her that he always gave thanks to whatever animal he killed and that he always used every piece of it. The bones he would fashion into new arrow tips for his bolts and the hides he tanned and stitched together to make a small blanket for Rose to sleep on. He never could understand why she would protest sleeping in his sleeping bag and never gave an explanation either. When Rose slept, her visions were still clouded and confusing. No rhyme or reason to them, but they tended to have a constant in each one: Two entities that she felt were deities that stood off in the shadows, never revealing anything about themselves but would show glimpses of Duncan when he was born and different moments as he grew up.

He’d promised her the blanket if she would sleep in his bag. Rose did but it looked like to Duncan that she was acting too good for his meager offering while he slept on the gurney. Duncan knew the vampire could easily get her anything in the world but never did. Maybe she had to ask for it for it to happen, Duncan knew Devlin was crushing hard for Rose so he never pried and didn’t care why he wouldn’t make the woman he obviously loved more comfortable, like at his lair.

“Ask away Devlin, I’m not going anywhere.” Duncan replied as he rolled his eyes.

“Don’t be rude Duncan.” Rose admonished, “Go ahead Devlin.”

Devlin produced two bundles of grapes for Rose. Her eyes lit up as she scrambled off the ground and ran to claim them from the vampire. He smiled as she ate the first one without hesitation and enjoyed watching her facial expressions go from excitement to utter euphoria. Duncan cleared his throat impatiently so Devlin asked, “How did you learn to fight or hunt for that matter?”

“I had a friend who was into martial arts and he taught me the basics and I seem to excel at it. The hunting came from going out into the woods with the grandfather of one of my many foster parents that I had. He was a skilled hunter and tracker and wanted to pass the knowledge on to me, saying that one day it will save my life. Oh…how right he was.”

“Hmmm.” And that was all Devlin would say. Duncan glared at the vampire and growled, “Is that all you have to say is “Hmm”? If you have an idea, please do share with everyone. No one can read minds in here, you know!”

Devlin chuckled – “That we know of as of yet my friend. What I was thinking was that we could be going about his training all wrong.”

“Nonsense, he’s being impatient and not wanting to meditate properly.” Rose snapped.

“No, I think it is you who’s being impatient Rose. Remember, he’s new to all this and you have to adjust your teaching accordingly.” Devlin pointed out.

Rose glared at the vampire as shoved several more grapes into her mouth. Devlin went to hold her but she stepped out of his reach and sat down. Duncan smiled and laughed as he said, “Uh-oh, someone’s in the dog house tonight. I don’t think she appreciated that little critique of her methods.”

Devlin shrugged his shoulders, “Doesn’t matter. You are no closer to controlling your powers on your own, but at least you haven’t been attacked either so imagine that’s what’s kept in check so far. That being said, I’d like to try a different approach that will include all three of us.”

“Wha..ou..hav..in min..Dvwin?” Rose asked as she stuffed another handful of grapes in her mouth. He raised an eyebrow her and then turned his attention back to Duncan as he stood up. Devlin looked Duncan up and down before saying, “This will be risky but the rewards you reap will be great.”

“Get to the point already,” Duncan impatiently growled, “some of us will be old and gray if you keep this cryptic shit up!”

“You and I shall fight but while we do this, Rose will guide you as you relay to her what you feel. If there’s an energy build up, it would be a good time to use her techniques you’ve been learning so it will have a more natural feel since you tend to do things in a more hands –on approach. Does this sound reasonable to you two?”

“It’s insane that’s what it is!” Rose snapped as she stood up, “What makes you think he won’t kill you accidentally? Or all of us?”

“The training wheels have to come off sometime Rose. Besides, I’ve had a little time to observe the situation as you two work in tandem. Duncan has been focusing but it doesn’t last which frustrates him to no end because he can’t grasp it. He is listening to you Rose but patience isn’t your strong suit either. So put those two together with two strong-will and stubborn individuals, you get nowhere fast.”

Rose was about to open her mouth and rant but Duncan put a hand on her shoulder. He learned how to touch and grabbed without having to constantly worry about injuring her by touching Devlin. He insisted when Duncan balked at the idea, saying that he could gauge his strength and know when to tell him what would harm a mortal. Duncan was genuinely surprised that it didn’t take much effort at all this way and so he adjusted his grip easily.

“I think this will work Rose.” Duncan calmly stated, “Devlin has a good plan and I do recall all you’ve said to me.”

“I’m not sure I’m going to like the outcome of such a dangerous sparring match between you two!” Rose replied with worry in her voice, “What if you kill him or all of us? What if…if I fail you Duncan. I don’t think I could live with myself knowing I got either of you killed…I’m afraid for both of you.”

“Have faith in me Rose. You’re a great teacher and now is the time to show it in action.”

“I do have faith in you Duncan, just not myself.”

Devlin put a reassuring arm around Rose as he escorted her out the cave as Duncan followed. Rose didn’t like this one bit and the fact that they were willing to throw all caution out the window was beyond careless and when working with magic, that can get someone hurt or killed. Typical male bravado! Let’s fight, use magic and then later we can also compare our man hoods while we were at it, Rose thought as she rolled her eyes. The skies were cloudy but the sun shined brightly and even a few blue jays flew off in the distance.

“Come on Duncan, it’s a nice day and the acidic rains won’t be here for another hour.” Devlin shouted merrily over his shoulder. Duncan smirked as the thought of combat would give him a chance to slap the vampire around. He wondered if he could hurt Devlin in hand to hand combat, especially if he went all out on the vampire. Duncan didn’t plan on it, but it was a thought that kept creeping into his mind for some odd reason. Might be good to know for later, Duncan mused as he stepped out of the cave, in case another vampire comes along looking for a fight.

“First things first, we shall start with hand to hand combat.” Devlin announced as he stood a good six feet across from Duncan, “Then we will do weapons, but not the angelic sword.”

“Scared it might kill you?” Duncan snorted.

“No, but I suspect it can be used to focus and channel your magic. If that’s the case, then we have that to fall back on if things get a little…” Devlin trailed off as he glanced at Rose and added, “out of hand.”

“This whole thing is out of hand!” Rose chastised, “What a brilliant plan, let’s grab the nuke and toss it around willy-nilly and hope it doesn’t explode. No, I sure as shit can’t see anything bad happening with your dick-sword clashing match.”

Devlin grinned wickedly at Rose, which made her catch her breath and touch her neck when he replied, “My sweetest Rose, why would I try to slay Duncan with my dick when I could have more fun pleasuring you with it…multiple times?” Duncan let out a belly laugh that made Rose blush even more but it warmed her heart to hear him laughing like that. Ever since he set foot in Melona, Duncan had been quiet and serious. True they both took turns poking fun and irritating each other, but this was the first time Rose caught a glimpse of what he was like with his guard down. Rose shot Duncan the middle finger and it only added to his laughter. Rose glanced at Devlin with a smirk as he pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head slowly.

“If you two are done playing around, we have some serious business to attend to. Duncan, shut up and get ready for your ass whooping already.”

Duncan wiped the tears from his eyes but not his shit-eating grin as he assumed his fighter stance. As Duncan crept closer, a blinding flash of light hit him square in his chest and was driving him down to the ground. Despite the searing pain, Duncan opened his eyes and saw that the blinding light was still on top of him. His inner voice kept urging him on by saying KILL HIM! Which could only mean that the light was coming from someone, but how was that possible? What the hell, Duncan thought as he grabbed and punched into the light. He was rewarded with hitting something solid and metallic and a few “oofs” too.

“Pathetic mortal! How dare you think that you could challenge the son of God! You will come with me to be judged for the crimes of murdering an angel of the Lord as well as defiling poor defenseless Purah!”

So this must be Sorath. Duncan knew he was guilty of the murder but when did he defile Purah? He used his strength and heaved Sorath off of him. He flew up in the air, no longer a blinding light but taking the form of Jesus that everyone knew from all the portraits that hung in most churches and the internet when it was around. Duncan stood and defiantly shouted, “Show your true form Sorath, save that bullshit savior crap for your dumbass followers!”

“I see I have the correct villain. You were hard to find but and I had to smite multiple worms that went by Duncan Morgan, but with Purah’s help she gave you up.”

Duncan felt a pang of anger at the thought of being betrayed by Purah. How could she willingly do this to him, he thought with fury, I trusted her! Duncan glared at Sorath and shouted, “You going to fight or preach like the late Sully. Might as well add that charge too, asshole!” Sorath roared as he shot down towards Duncan like he came out of a canon. Duncan threw a single punch and slammed it into Sorath’s face, shattering his nose but it didn’t deter him as he swept Duncan off his feet and soared high in the air and that quick, they were gone.

“DUNCAN!” Rose screamed as she cast fireballs towards the sky. Devlin ran over and held her tightly but didn’t keep her from flinging her magic. After a minute, Rose stopped and leaned into Devlin, sobbing and sniffling. Devlin stroked her head as he held her tightly and said, “I’m here Rose. It’s okay -”

“No it’s not!” Rose furiously ranted, “Duncan is gone and we have no way to get him back! We couldn’t stop that damn angel and now he’s probably as good as dead. Wait, where are you going?” Devlin briskly walked past her and kneeled down on the ground. He swiped his finger over something on the ground and licked his finger clean. Rose made her way to his side and asked, “What is that?”

Devlin scrunched his nose in disgust, “Angel blood. Sorath’s nasty blood.”

“Ewww, if you were hungry I could’ve given you some of my blood.”

Devlin smiled, “Maybe later, my sweet Rose. I shall tell you a secret but promise you won’t repeat it to anyone else.” When she nodded, Devlin continued, “When I take someone’s blood…it helps me find them no matter where they may hide in the world. That’s how I find all my prey that deserves to be tormented for their crimes.”

“But why would you need the angel’s blood when you have Duncan’s blood already.”

Devlin stood up and gave her a look that sent chills down Rose’s spine and he answered coldly, “Because I will know if that angel kill Duncan and if he does, I plan to hunt it down drain him dry and then I may give him a mercy kill…maybe.”

Next Chapter: Chapter Twelve