I will meet you there,” I rumble.
“Of course, how are you getting there, sir?” he queries, typing away in the background, not asking anything else.
“I am travelling with someone,” I inform him, and then lower my voice, almost whispering, “Lucifer.”
“You are traveling with who, sir?” Jean Paul asks.
Smiling at the snake, I turn away and cover the phone. “I’m pretty sure he’s Lucifer,” I mumble.
“Sorry, I can’t hear you, sir. Are you on speaker again?”
“Lucifer, as in Satan!” I scream, and then look over at said man who is watching me from the passenger seat with an eyebrow arched and a grin curling his lips.
“I prefer Snake or ‘Oh Dark and Powerful One,’ but please, continue,” he comments.
“I will see you soon,” I say to a laughing Jean Paul as I hang up. “We may hop now.”
His face darkens for a moment, wiped clean of amusement, and the car fills with the same black smoke, his red eyes flaming through it, the only thing I can see. “Do not order me, dragon, you will not like what happens.” Then, his eyes blink back to normal and the smoke embraces me. “Shall we?” he offers politely.
And they say I’m crazy.
I drop to my knees as pain washes through me. I’m finally changing, using that power. That face, that skin I stole that’s been waiting to be used flows over my body until I’m panting with my head pressed to the floor.
Taking some deep breaths, I push to my feet and grab the closest large, broken mirror shard, checking out my new skin. Good, I look like a guy, I even have his uniform on. That will help me get into the dungeons. Throwing the shard away, I stroll down the corridor as murderous intent fills me. The council wants to play God? I’m going to show them just how wrong they are.
Sauntering down the passageway, I pause at the bottom of the stairs to the underground laboratory, taking in the two nephilim standing guard at the top near the open doorway.
I don’t have time for this shit. I need to get to my mates, free the monsters, and kill the council before they can experiment on any other poor defenceless women. But nephilim won’t be as easy to kill as humans, so I guess it’s time to put my power, my strength, to the test.
Rolling my eyes, I grab the wall dramatically, panting and looking pained. “Help, please, she’s escaping!” I yell, and then pretend to be dragged backwards with a scream.
Hiding behind the wall, I wait as I hear them storming down the stairs. Come on, you winged bastards. I wait with bated breath as they pass my hiding spot. Stepping out, I block their exit with a smirk.
They glance back and then look around in confusion. “Where is she?”
“Right here, boys. Now, tell me, if your dad was an angel and your mom was a human...does that make you only half asshole?” I ponder, tapping my chin. They glance at each other in bewilderment before searching around again. “Wow, well, you clearly didn’t get their brains. Fuck it, let’s just fight, shall we?”
They reach for the knives at their hips but hesitate, still confused about why a human guard is attacking them. Really, if this is the council’s protection, then this whole mission will be a cakewalk and I’ll be back to having orgies with my mates before I know it.
Transforming my eyes, I let them flash black to see if that will do the trick, but the stupid winged bastards just stare…and Griffin thought sheep were stupid, just wait until I use this against him. Fuck it.
I lunge at them to get the ball rolling, but the new swinging appendage between my legs pushes me off balance and I stumble into the first nephilim. He pushes me away, frowning, and pulls his blade as his friend rushes off into the bunker to undoubtedly search for me.
“Bloody penis getting in the way, can I ask you how you fight with it? Do you tuck it to the side? What about your balls?” I question seriously, reaching into my black pants and pushing my temporary cock to the side. Hmm, not too small actually, congrats to the guy.
“Why are you still talking?” he rumbles, looking very uncomfortable.
“Blade! They are all dead!” comes the yell from the other nephilim, and the one in front of me looks down at me—ah, he’s finally getting it.
“I tried to tell you, also...Blade? Really? How