Sticks and Stones

Chapter Thirty-Eight

When Cas arrived in the heavens, ready for war, his mercenary crew were right behind him. With a war right in his face, he didn't have time to think about the mess he'd just come here from. He had to push her from his mind no matter the cost.

He was thankful for the dark magic floating around his body that stopped him from caring. If he cared about her at all right now, then focusing on the matter at hand would be difficult. He'd only end up getting himself killed.

So, in the heavens, Caspian assessed the scene he'd portal jumped into. Just before him, his King stood with a battle axe in hand directly behind his Queen, Meg, who sported new hellfire wings. To the side of Cas, Rosa and Kyra appeared. Kyra being the Queen of Amazons and Rosa being completely irrelevant. What fight did she plan to bring? The bar was hundreds of miles away.

They'd not even been here for a minute and Claudio had already killed someone. Some sort of male angel laid dead on the floor.

A freaky looking woman stood across from them, flanked by nauseous Valkyrie and angry fates. This woman was Nadine, the bitch who'd given Eros hell and raised the angels up to be weapons.

"This is a nice little team you've got," Nadine said, eyeing each fighter up individually. Her gaze didn't linger long in Eros' direction. "Silly, cute, but nice."

"This ends here," The Queen of the Inferno demons declared.

"You can't fight fate."

Caspian swallowed thickly.

If that was the case then he of all people was screwed.

He was thankful the other fates were getting impatient and one readied an attack on Meg. All conversations ended abruptly when Claudio cut through her neck with his axe.

Cas didn't want to talk about fate. He didn't want to think about it or hear about it. Fate was the woman he'd just come from seeing. The woman who'd been in and out of his mind for four years now.

The body collapsed to the floor.

"There're two ways this can go," Meg stated loud enough for all of the crowds to hear, not flinching. First, there's the easy way. You surrender and nobody gets hurt. And then there's the hard way. We rip you apart, piece by piece by piece. The choice is all yours."

God, Cas needed this fight to start now. He needed an anger outlet. He needed to spill blood. To come out victorious. To experience a win that'd make up for the shittiness of the rest of his day.

That fight came sooner than expected. The enemy gave no heads up. They came swinging for the good side immediately.

Caspian lunged for the centre of the fight, sword swinging madly.

Blades lashed at his skin—thankfully not hellfire blades. The adrenaline pumping through his body stopped him from feeling this. Heaven knew he needed this. He needed it so bad.

After he'd taken down his fourth or fifth mistress, Fallon cast him a concerned look. "You're angry, no?"

His sword lashed out again, fate guts spewing all over the metal. "Got a lot going on right now Fal."

"I'll bet." He ducked beneath another blow as Fallon continued to speak. "This wouldn't have anything to do with the Barbie killer on your doorstep earlier—would it?"

For fuck's sake. Did no one understand that he didn't want to think about her? Not right now, not ever.

"I'm not talking about this now."

"Whatever demon boy. I'll—get the answers out of you."

The end of the fight came too soon for his liking. By the time they'd gotten rid of all the evil in the courtyard, Luis was stumbling back from inside the school.