“I will accept your proposal with two stipulations; I will remain with Division One and Uriel will no longer be in charge of us. A different Archangel will be placed over us,” I reply, matching his stern, cold tone.
“Done, Azrael you are now in charge of Division One and Uriel you are moved to Division Three,” Michael replies without hesitation.
Slamming his fists on the table and kicking the chair behind him, Uriel standsup.
“Michael, are you seriously going to take orders from this fucking human,” he shouts, standing up aggressively, flaring his wings out.
Micheal slowly rises from the table and in the most impressive display of both power and dominance, he flares his wings, but his feathers look like they are burning. Standing there this is the most intimidating thing I’ve seen and the room fills with anticipation and fear.
“Watch your tone with me and remember who you’re talking to Uriel,” Michael snaps, “I’m not taking orders from him. Evander made a reasonable request to stay with his comrades, that he not only fought beside, but saved. And with your history with him it’s not a bad idea to separate you two to prevent further issues,” Michael says, relaxing both his wings and posture with the light fading away.
Pissed off, Uriel storms out of the meeting and slams the door behind him.
“Well Evander, I see that I’m going to need to keep my eye on you,” Azrael comments with a snicker.
“Well it’s settled then, Evander you start your training tomorrow. Everyone back to your Divisions and make sure they are prepared for the upcoming fight,” Michael commands as the meeting ends. “And Evander you might be the very person that finally turns the tide of this war.”
Standing up, Achilles and I head for the door and he looks at me.
“That was not smart, pissing off Uriel like that,” he remarks with a hint of concern in his voice. “But what’s done is done, let’s go back and see how Frida and Perseus are doing,” Achilles continues as we leave the building.
Chapter 9
Iwake up in a pitch black room with what feels like hands around my throat, that are beginning to squeeze.
Pissed off I grab a hold of one of the demon’s horns that’s straddling me and violently pull their head to me.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Lilith?” I growl, looking into her soulless eyes.
“It’s just a little foreplay, Rathor, relax,” she seductivelyreplies.
“Get the fuck off of me,” I snap as I throw her across the room. Upon hearing her hit the floor, I get out of bed and walk toward the door.
“Well someone is in a pissy mood this morning,” Lilith retorts, getting to her feet.
Just before I reach the door multiple loud thuds come from it.
Throwing the door open, I shout, “What the fuck do you want?”
“Master, both you and Lilith’s presence is requested by the Counsel of the Fallen,” a worthless maggot of a demon spouts.
Pissed off even more by this, I shift my left hand into a claw and thrust it into the demon’s throat, slowly curling my claws through its windpipe, and into its skull, as it gargles on its blood. Then I rip its lower jaw out and let it fall to the ground.
Kicking his limp body out of the way, I snap at Lilith, “Hurry the fuck up,” then proceed down the hall.
Arriving at the counsel’s chamber I aggressively force both doors open.
“Why the hell did you summon us here?” I command.
“Rathor, you know that you’re required to be at these meetings with your current station as a Knight of Hell,” Beelzebub replies in a stern and angry voice. “Now shut up and sit the fuck down,” he continues.
Grabbing the chairs made of flesh and bone, we take our places at the table crafted from obsidian, that’s adorned with human and demon skulls.
“Now that everyone is here, bring him in,” Beelzebub commands.
Doors swing open in the back of the chamber and twosoldier demons enter, dragging a grievously wounded lesser demon. They throw it onto the table and take a few steps back.
“This worm claims that General Mammon was killed by something that we haven’t seen in centuries,” Beelzebub announces in a commanding voice, glancing my way.
