And finally, out steps a man who gives me Middle Eastern vibes in a well-tailored dark suit. I don’t know these people, but I can tell without any doubt that the last guy is the king.
Raziel
The moment Khalid steps out of the void, I can feel his heavy presence. I didn’t even have to turn around to see him.
When I realized who was behind all this, I knew I had to take this to Khalid. Not only because I didn’t have authority, but I was going to need his help. I sent Conah to Khalid to give him the information. Which is why I had to stall Rojun.
I wasn’t making any moves against him while my baby was in danger. However, the moment Conah let me know he was in place, it was go time.
“Kha….Khalid,” Rojun whimpers. His eyes focused over my shoulder.
Khalid walks over to my right. During our fight, the couch that was once in the middle of the room got shoved against the wall. As if he’s on a leisurely scroll, Khalid undoes his suit jacket and sits down on the arm of the couch.
“I don’t enjoy having to step away from my work for bullshit, Rojun. Yet I find myself here with this.”
“I can…”
Khalid holds up his hand, cutting Rojun off. “Raziel.” His dark brown eyes cut to me. “Congratulations, you’ve just been promoted to count. Do I have any objections, Roth?”
“Nope,” Roth says from somewhere behind me.
When I went to Khalid with this, I had no intention of it resulting in me getting a promotion. I was content to be a dominus. I’ve held the job for centuries with pride. Having the king give me the honor of being a count means everything.
“As of today,” Khalid continues. “You are now over all fifty US states and a few islands. Do you accept this position?”
“Before you overthink this,”Khalid’s voice appears in my head.“I’m giving you this position because you deserve it. I was always going to give you this role.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. Since I was an orphaned angel who lacked value and real power, I have longed to be someone of importance. I wanted to be someone people respected.
When you go through your younger formative years being stepped over and looked down on, you think the only way to be loved is by being in power. I thought that becoming important would clear up all my issues.
Looking over at a teary-eyed Nasiah and a proud Conah, let me know that power meant shit if you didn’t have people that truly cared about you. What good is a title if I didn’t have the people I valued around me.
“Yes,” I reply, looking Khalid in the eyes.
Don’t get me wrong, I no longer wanted the role for the same reason I did as a child, but I wasn’t passing this shit up.
“Then it’s done,” Khalid says with a grin.
The power of the new title washes over me like warm water. It starts at the top of my head and pours down to my clawed feet. Twisting my head on my neck, I allow the new power to settle.
“This shit feels good,” I smirk down into Rojun’s face.
“You wear it well,” Khalid says. “Now get rid of that fucking coward.”
“With pleasure,” I laugh.
I pull my scythe out of the ether. The silver blade is now gold tipped proving my new status.
“Please. No. I can explain,” Rojun cries. Keeping him pinned against the wall with my wing talons, I step back, allowing a little space between us.
“Explain that shit in hell,” I sneer before slicing my scythe across his body. His body went limp, cutting off his scream. I release my talons from his shoulder. He falls to the ground at my feet.
Khalid rises and walks over to us. My body melts back into my human form. Khalid squats down near Rojun’s dead body. He waves his hand through the air, and a sword appears. It’s not a normal weapon. The blade is made of pure light. A light is so bright I have to look away from it. The holy weapon is too powerful for my eyes.
“There will be no rebirth for you,” Khalid growls.
The light flashes, and an acidic smell fills the room. When I look back at Rojun, his body looks as if it’s been frozen into stone. Khalid rises to his full height. His sword disappears into the void.
