Chapter 17
Kinzer, Quintz, and Hayde skirted around the great city of Renovere, which they imagined would be under attack by Morarkes. They made their way to Jipore, where Quintz claimed his contact to a portal could be found.
Quintz’s contact had reached him, assuring him that he had Treycore and Kid with him. Quintz responded with his own runsie, explaining that they knew Janka’s whereabouts and providing coordinates of a meet-up point in Washington State—a property owned by Siege.
Quintz had guided them to a room in his hideout, where they could change into clothes of their liking. Kinzer and Quintz had found shirts and pants while Hayde tossed on a leather jacket and jeans, keeping the jacket unzipped, torturing Kinzer with that body he found so fucking attractive, even as he hated Hayde’s fucking guts.
The team took a few breaks in their journey, since Quintz needed a moment to recover from carrying Kinzer such a great distance.
When they finally reached Jipore, Kinzer took note of the simple city with a couple of tall constructions, sort of condos fallens would share. Quintz glided down to the largest construction, with seven pillars climbing much higher than the building, rising to varying heights. Kinzer imagined this was their destination—what Quintz had referred to as the Seredey Sanctuary. Though Kinzer could see fallens flying within the walls of the building, there were no immortals in flight around it.
Quintz descended into the building, which was bustling with activity, immortals flying between five levels that encircled the courtyard in the center. They gathered at bars, chattering away, laughing on and on, fucking all around, as though the end was nothing more than a rumor, a lie that these creatures had little concern about.
Like when he’d entered Heaven with Siege, Kinzer was reminded he’d been around mortals for too long, as the scene would have been quite a scandalous sight on Earth. What a mortal would have considered obscene would seem rather mundane to even the most prudish of immortals. Few of the fallens present wore clothes, and those who did, only did so out of fashion rather than modesty.
Quintz lowered Kinzer to the second story, at a bar. They landed together, Hayde at their side, before approaching the higherling behind the bar, who fixed drinks, his thick muscles trembling about as he prepared cocktails.
“I’m looking for Myor,” Quintz told the bartender.
The fallen glanced at him and smiled. “Sure you’re not interested in some of this?” he asked, jumping and spreading his wings, making a few quick flaps before landing on top of the bar, sporting a large, girthy erection.
Quintz and Kinzer exchanged amused expressions. Only in the heavens would immortals be so forward with their sexual advances. It would have even felt refreshing to Kinzer to release the sexual tension he’d been surrounded by on Earth, had it not been for the pending apocalypse.
“Tell me,” Kinzer said to the horny fallen. “Has word of the Colosseum of Parasonia not reached here?”
“Of course it has,” the immortal replied. “Didn’t you notice the town was empty?”
“We did, but I’m wondering why everyone has stuck around in this place.”
“We’re not fighters here. Just lovers.”
Kinzer bit his tongue as the fallen glanced between him, Quintz, and Hayde. “And if all three of you work as a team, I would be happy to provide you with whatever you’re interested in.” He turned around so they could see his sexy bubble butt.
It was impressive, and Kinzer had no doubt he would have been happy to enjoy it any other time. He loved a distracting fuck, but this wasn’t the time. Their work was too urgent for such a luxury.
“That’s a beautiful body you have,” Quintz said, “but we have business with Myor, and then we must be on our way.”
The fallen hopped off the bar so that he stood before Quintz, moving closer to him, exuding charisma and charm as he approached. “There’s plenty of time for fucking. After all, it’s the end of all the realms. And you and your friends haven’t been around here. I need some new hole.”
“Thank you, but we do have business to tend to.”
The fallen appeared disappointed. “Suit yourself, higherling. I’ll take you to Myor, but if any of you happen to change your mind on the way, then you can suck my dick. Or I’ll suck yours. Let me know what you prefer, and it’s yours.”
“I mean, we do have some time, right?” Hayde asked.
Kinzer glared at him. “You’re sure as fuck not getting lucky, if that’s what you think.”
“I don’t know if luck is required in a place like this.” Hayde winked at him, and Kinzer hated himself for how much he enjoyed Hayde’s sarcasm.
He killed Maggie, he reminded himself, and he chastised himself for the pleasure he took, not just in his amusing remark, but also in how adorable Hayde looked as he said it.
“Come with me, new friends,” the fallen bartender said as he approached the ledge of the platform they stood on. He sprung forward, his wings at his sides as he glided across the courtyard. He flapped his wings, rising higher.
Quintz pushed Kinzer off the edge and dropped down quickly, catching him and carrying him off behind the fallen.
“Fuck you,” Kinzer said.
“Come on. We gotta have a little fun if I’m going to lug your ass around all day long.”
