"My Prince," he sputtered, a flash of alarm giving him wide eyes. "Truly, I meant no disrespect. Just tell me the plan and I'll see it through."
"Theplanis to kill those humans in there." I pointed to the building. "No mercy. Do you both understand?"
I didn't have to give Malachi any direction; he loved inflicting chaos and pain. Samael, on the other hand…
"Understood." Samael held his golden staff—his weapon of choice in every battle—vertically and gave a nod. "Your will shall be done."
"Good." I swiveled and strode to the door. "There are two males inside. Keep them alive and bring them out here. Anyone else, though, feel free to be as wicked as you'd like."
Malachi created armor over his body and turned to the door. He'd always thrived under violence and friction. It was one of the many reasons I'd picked him as one of my top generals.Why get my hands dirty when others are willing?
Samael readied his staff but didn't bother with armor. He knew just as well as I that humans were incapable of hurting a Chosen.
"I want them on their knees. Do you understand?"
Both men nodded.
I couldn't decide which limb I wanted to amputate first: their arms or their dicks. Just the thought of their hands and other body parts on Anna's skin sent fire through my veins.
And what about little miss prim and proper?I'd given her a gift beyond worth, and even worse, I'dalmostgiven my heart.
What the fuck is wrong with me?How had I nearly lost myself to a human? I sneered. Somehow, I'd been fooled by Anna Sill, but not for long.No one gets away with lying to me.I'mthe deceiver.
I needed to shove Anna to the back of my mind. There'd be time enough to deal with her after this little nuisance was solved.
Laugh now, God, but you won't be laughing soon, not after Iget my hands on her soul.
A tiny part of me—verytiny—cringed at the thought of hurting Anna.
No, I must stay strong, focused.Her betrayal would be her undoing, and the pleasure I'd take tearing her down and owning her soul would be beyond compare.
Smiling, I flicked out a black funnel of power and struck the front door, sending shards of glass inward with an implosive crack.
Somewhere inside, a female screamed.
I gave a nod, and Malachi and Samael sprinted toward the opening, their weapons glowing with hellfire and obsidian power. Closing my eyes, I imbibed the screams of terror like sweet, exotic nectar from God Herself.
Cracking my knuckles, I fanned my wings outward and deliberately stepped into the building.
With a sudden yip, the screaming stopped.
Broken splinters of glass crunched underfoot. I let my gaze wander the small foyer as I heard my Chosen throwing things around further down the hall, where I assumed the private rooms were located.
A check-in counter lined the wall to my right. It boasted several small bottles of makeup and palettes of eyeshadow. Near the sign-in sheet, forming a half-circle, stood varied sizes of lotions.
Lemongrass and eucalyptus fragrances wafted in the air, and overhead, the sound of soft flutes lent a false sense of tranquility to the spa.
From behind the counter, an older woman, somewhere in her sixties with graying hair, stood. "S-sir, I'll c-call the p-police." Her attention fell on my wings and her mouth dropped open.
I cracked my knuckles. "Really? Doubt they'd offer much resistance."
"Wh-whatareyou?" She gripped the edge of the counter. The tips of her fingers—a deathly shade of pale—trembled violently.
Probably trying not to piss her pants.
"I am your nightmare and your end." I coiled a line of power around her throat and snapped her neck as if she were nothing more than a blade of grass.
Her soul flew into me, filling my limbs with ecstasy and fire. I stiffened from the orgasmic rush of power.Innocent souls are the headiest source of pleasure.
