“I might’ve told her your dick’s made of plaster,” Taayin replied.
Reidar roared in laughter. “You didn’t.”
Theimpietansall turned as one, focused on Reidar.
“Yeah.” Taayin grinned over at him. “I kinda did.”
“Perhaps I’ll have to give her a spin on it, show her how wrong you are.”
“Well, as soon as we get these jackasses into the light, I’ll race you back there. You get to her first, you can plead your case.”
Reidar nodded. “Deal.”
Ready to get the show on the road, Obsidian peered at Reidar, then Taayin. “You two want to quit dicking around and get to work?”
As though choreographed, the three of them stepped forward, closing in on theimpietans.
“What’s up, big boy?” Reidar taunted the blond idiot who’d stopped to stare at him. “Don’t tell me they’re not even gonna try.”
The disappointment in the male’s tone made Obsidian laugh.
Evidently, that was the trigger, because the one nearest Obsidian squealed, that high-pitched obnoxious sound that only came from a demon. The thing lunged, impaling itself on the black blade he wielded, its human form igniting in a flash of blue light, leaving a sludgy mess in its wake.
Too easy.
“You’d think Perfidious would make these things smarter,” Taayin called out, another blue light flashing.
You’d think.
Then again, it wasn’t necessary because these things were meant purely to destroy. Having no decision-making abilities, they were programmed not to defend, but to attack in whatever vicious, vile way they could. Every now and then, they’d encounter one who’d been a thug in its previous life, one familiar with guns. Those were the best because Perfidious failed to inform them bullets couldn’t kill angels.
Another blue light flashed. It was enough of a distraction to have two of the others peering away. Reidar aimed for one; Obsidian took out the other. That left one more, and it seemed to be more entertained by the flashing lights than anything else.
Obsidian stopped moving, coming to stand beside Taayin.
“Sometimes I feel sorry for these guys,” he told the male before impaling the asshole with his blade.
Taayin offered a pitiful wave as the thing dissolved.
Obsidian didn’t bother sticking around, sheathing his dagger and erasing his physical existence temporarily, resuming his form back inside the casino. Now that he’d touched Penelope, he had a direct line on her, so he stuck to the shadows, moving around the space with his eyes on her. He sensed no other demons, but he damn sure wasn’t about to leave her. The presence of theimpietanswasn’t a coincidence.
Demons, with the exception ofimpietans, weren’t exactly idiots. Sure, on occasion, one would go off the rails, but for the most part, they tended to keep a low profile in the communities they occupied, awaiting their orders. Some even managed to live among humans for decades before anyone suspected their ill intentions.
However, when they were on a mission, all bets were off. And since the orders to eliminate theamsouelotshad come from the king of Hell himself, they were a driving force these days. Ever since Michael had informed them of the leak in Heaven, they’d seen their numbers increasing. Usually wouldn’t be a problem, except for the fact they’d had to make some changes. Rather than an army of roughly fifty, including the Fae, they’d split up into seven groups. Divide and conquer being the only option to getting to the females before the demons could.
Even then it was iffy as to whether they’d succeed.
However, for the sake of human existence, it was best they did. A male without his mate was about as destructive as a tornado. About as contained as one, too.
Imagine what one would do with an eternal existence before him and no chance of happiness.
BYTHETIMEHERSHIFTWASOVERat four in the morning, Penelope was dead on her feet and grateful to have peeled her toe-killers off. She was almost positive the four-inch heels had been designed by the devil himself. And while they weren’t a requirement in her job as casino floor cocktail waitress, they did have magical powers.
Not real ones, of course. Those were simply suggestions by Marvel and DC to give them all hope.
However, the heels had pretty much the same effect as, say, a siren would on the opposite sex. Minus the luring them to their death part, of course. Plenty of men appreciated a nicely dressed woman, and when they were in Vegas, their wallets tended to open wider whenever their eyes did. Therefore, Penelope worked diligently to get the best tips possible.
Tonight, it had been a success.
