Chapter Four
The Red Dragon
Dima
“Vampires, werewolves, fallen angels, and fairies lurk in the shadows, their intentions far from honorable.”– Jeaniene Frost
Dirge didn’t even have to turn around to know the large imposing angel was behind him.He could sense him.He didn’t bother to turn around as he spoke to the brooding angel who stood behind him in the dark alleyway outside of Xolani’s office, “Since when do you have time to bother in the affairs of demons?”
“You have garnered the attention of the Maker.”
He turned to look at Michael and crossed his arms over his black t-shirt.
Michael sat on the stoop of the next building.His form shrouded in the darkness of the alley.Even though it was daytime and one would think an angel would draw the light, Michael’s form did not.
Dirge knew it was because he chose not to be seen.“Don’t you have some other being to hassle?”
“You need to do the tasks that are set before you Dirge, and not make issues where they should not be.”
“Tell the Maker that he need not worry.Every song I sing gets the fucking job done.Besides, demons gotta tempt.”Dirge smirked.He knew that retort wouldn’t be given to the Maker by the goody-goody angel.
The only warning he got that he had offended the angel was the golden shimmer within his gaze as he stood to his full height.In a flash, Michael stood before him, peering straight into his eyes as if he were a lesser creature.
Dirge stood his ground and stared back at him.He had not changed into his normal form, still wearing the skin of Dima Valdez with piercing green eyes, jet black hair, with a full black beard, and tattoos.
Michael looked at Dirge up and down.“You may get the fucking job done, demon, however the Maker is the one who calls all the shots.”
“An angel who curses.Interesting.”Dirge laughed.
Michael made a move towards him and then thought better of it.
“Mm, you can’t touch me.”Dirge knew the Maker was in charge.But his golden ticket was the fact that he had free will and any form of punishment wouldn’t come from the most loyal Michael but from the Maker.
Michael pulled back from him and ran a hand through his long blond tresses.“You are right.I cannot harm a hair on your head unless you give me reason to.But I am warning you, do not harm Xolani Coleman.”
“Hah, so you have come running to save the human.”
“Actually, I was sent to make sure you behave.”
“Need I remind you that even as a demon I have free will.Just as Xolani does?”
“Oh, no need to remind me, Dirge.I know all I need to know about you and this human.”Michael smirked.
His attitude gave Dirge pause.Michael knew something, had some inner secret he was keeping close to his cuff.Well...his robes, as it were.“By the look of your clothing, you came straight here to tell me off.You didn’t even change into clothing that would help you to blend,” he scoffed.
“I thought to talk some sense into you and didn’t wish to waste time.However, I can see that there is nary a smart molecule in your being.”
“And you talk like a ninety-year-old man!”
Michael laughed at that.“Do you realize how ridiculous you sound?I am many millennia old.”
“That may be old man, but you are now in a realm where you need to keep the veil about you.”
