Nephilim and the Nun

•Chapter Ten•

Uriel
The sounds of the footsteps only became louder the closer they got. We couldn't tell who it was but it was obvious it wasn't just one person but two. Adina had quickly scurried into hiding, taking all of her drawing materials with her, into a darker corner of the basement behind a huge pillar that no one would bother looking at.

With my eyes closed to feign unconsciousness, and my heart rate purposely slowed by me to make it believable, I had nothing to tell me of how close these unwanted visitors were except for my sense of hearing and smell.

A few minutes later, I was able to detect the thuds of footsteps heading toward me until they finally came to a stop in a position I assumed was fairly close to me.

"Hmmm..."

The struggle to keep my heart beating at a slow steady rate was hard but I couldn't let it falter. The last thing I wanted was to give it away that I was awake.

"How long has he been unconscious and when was the last time he was drugged?"

That voice_I could never forget it. An onslaught of anger surged through me as the memories of how I'd landed in this predicament flashed through my thoughts.

General Gonzalez. He was the one behind my arrest and this torture. He was the one paying the priest to keep me here and he was the man standing before me.

All I wanted at that moment was to break away from the shackles holding me down and tear him to pieces but I struggled to mentally reign in my rage while trying my best to physically appear still and calm so they could buy my act.

"He's been unconscious for two days now and it was the last time he was drugged," an unfamiliar male voice answered.

Although I couldn't see him, from everything Adina had told me, I was sure it was the priest and I could detect the fear he was struggling to hide just from his shaky voice.

The man was scared to be close to me. If I wasn't in a serious situation, I could have laughed at that. But it wasn't the time, nor the day.

"That's good. Keep an eye on him and if he wakes up before my men come to take him, drug him again," Gonzalez's voice echoed in the empty basement, infuriating me more that he thought he had so much power over me.

I'd deal with him, as soon as I could get the fuck out of this death hole.

For a while, silence stretched on, making me wonder if the man was actually there or I'd conjured that entire conversation in my head. But the sounds of their receding footsteps were all I needed to confirm that Gonzalez had actually been standing before me.

"Aren't you a good actor?" Adina's sweet voice broke the silence and my eyes snapped open, meeting her soft honey-coloured orbs. "It was the priest and the same man that came the last time,"

"I know him," I gritted out with jaw clenched hard and teeth grinding against each other. My palms balled into fists, pulling hard against the chains but as if Adina knew that rage was coursing through me, she stepped towards me and placed her palm flat on my chest.

"Hey... He's gone," her eyes searched mine.

Somehow, starting into her eyes made me forget all about the General and I expelled a deep settling breath.

"You recognized his voice?" she asked, once again reminding me of my arch enemy.

I nodded my head.
"He was the man that captured me after turning my men against me,"

"Your men?"

"I work in the army, angel, and he was my superior but we never really saw eye to eye because he's a cunning son of a bitch,"