the God of wind. This, combined with Lucifer’s blood, turned him into something not even the Devil himself could have expected. Being the only one of his kind and possessing the ability of harnessing the power of his ancient ancestors.
For not only could he create portals, he also could summon a deadly vortex known as Aeolus’ eye. A force that was originally created by Aeolus, the God of wind and Perses, the God of destruction. Yet despite having this ability, it was not something he could create at whim. In fact, it took most of his strength and he would likely be rendered unconscious after, for it drained him so completely, he would suffer from it for days later, trying to regain his power. Hence why he rarely used this gift, as he would inevitably be left vulnerable.
Lucifer had quickly recognised this new, successful creation of his and embraced it, making him a Great Marquis in Hell and King of the shifter portals. He was also granted thirty legions of demons under his command. However, Lucifer also feared his new ‘weapon’ would be potentially used against him, so at my request kept his ties to me unknown, after pointing out these facts to him. The true reason of course was that Dariush was my only true weakness… before Amelia that was. For I feared the same, and that Dariush could be used against me by my enemies, a list that grew from the very first moment I was turned… and growing, so it seemed, I thought with a barely contained growl.
“Alright, we are in!” he said, making me take in a breath before stepping through the iridescent portal without another thought. But then the sight that met me was one I had feared the most, as it looked like a fucking war zone!
“AMELIA!” I bellowed her name like a man possessed and ran through the large open space, only to find a fucking chasm that had been opened up on the floor of the Temple! Pieces of the ceiling had collapsed, obviously due to the missing column, as it looked as though something large had barrelled straight through it!
I scanned the space as quickly as I could, searching for her and my only solace came in the form that, at the very least, I could not scent her blood. Because I knew then that she had not been injured in the fight, but it also meant that she had been taken, for I could not sense her anywhere. No, only the barest glimpse of her still lingered, making me roar,
“FUCK! Fuck, fuck fuck! She is gone!”
“Fuck is right, it looks like a fucking battle happened.” I continued searching to see he was right, and my eyes quickly found the casualties. First those I was glad to see dead, as I scanned the remains of the Keepers of Three. Brothers who looked as if they had been separated from the monster Lucifer had made them, which explained why they were dead now, as that power from the Devil would have been severed right along with the severing of their bodies.
Fuck me, but this witch was powerful. Forget about a level six, this bitch was off the fucking charts!
“Look for the others and I will… oh Gods no!” This ended with a whispered cry of anguish as I first caught scent of blood… lots of fucking blood. Then my gaze shot to where it was and that was when I saw him.
Ruto.
I released my wings and shot upwards to where his body was pinned by his own making to the Temple wall. His head was slumped forward, and I knew before even touching him that there was no life that remained.
“My second,” I said, pushing past the emotion clogging my throat and choking me. I used my powers to release him from his razor tipped feathers, flying back to give myself room so I could pull them all at once from his body. Then, as he started to slip from the wall, I caught him, as the feathers rained down below. I flew us down and lay him down, before moving his dark hair from his young angelic face. I then lay my hand over his sleeping features and looked up, closing my eyes, and telling his passing soul,
“Find peace in the next life, my friend, for I will avenge you.”
“Luc, I found the others!” Dariush shouted, and I sucked in a quick breath, fucking praying for them not to be found