Saving Tally (last Book 6) Jacobs Broken Mercenaries

chapter 5

Cael
Twenty-two days ago…
It’s almost time. Sphear will take off his armor and cleanse himself of Ill intention and all emotions.  It’s how they stay indifferent.  A private practice all angels must do every year. I’ve never done it. Not once. I don’t want to be numb. I don’t want to work for the greater good or be Nobel at all. I want power. I want to be famously feared and desperately wanted.
Sphear may have made me from his seed but raised me he has not. I am but a soldier, same as the rest. Killing him will bring me nothing but joy. And today is the day.
Two more pieces of armor. I tighten my grip on the dagger made from the first angel’s blood. The only one left that allows a transfer of power, killing an angel with one blow to the heart. It was hard to retrieve, and I only have a thirty-minute interval before they notice its missing.
This is it. I shimmer with excitement. I stand above him, a wide smile twisting my lips. I can feel his power hum beneath me. I cock my arm back and strike. Sure and true.
My father’s desperate cry fills the room, but my excited laughter drowns it out.
He looks at me, his eyes filled with sorrow and disappointment.  He feels betrayed, but it doesn’t bother me. I find it pathetic. When his last breath slips past his lips. I’m struck by his power. I struggle as it merges with mine. The feeling is painful. The elders rush in as I’m paralyzed with pain. I can hear there're gasps of horror and sounds of disbelief as if far in the distance. When my body has settled, I feel godly. I’ve committed the most horrendous of crimes.
The elders are prepared to end me. I’m high on power and the knowledge that comes with it. I end them with one strategic blow. Using the base of my blade, I shatter the sacred pool that holds centuries’ worth of emotions.
All five elders fall to their knees, overcome with a stockpile of endless emotion. Their cries of anguish is music to my ears.
One by one I stab their hearts, absorbing their power.
It’s not long before the soldiers crowd around to witness the fruits of my labor. 
They will follow me. Not because I’m their leader, but because they fear me. 
My father is dead by my hand, and I hold all the power. I’ve waited so long for the day. That perfect moment and I don’t regret the decision one bit. No one can stop me now with my father’s power and the elders combined I’m untouchable. Even the oldest of elders couldn’t match me, if he were alive.
  Any powerful leader eliminates the old order to make room for the new. If one of my soldiers should disobey, they will meet the end as well.
It’s time for a change. We are the closest to God’s and yet we’re unheard of. All the power with no proper reward. Bred not to feel, and to put duty before all else.
Well, no more. It’s a new world now. My world. No human, demon, devil or demigod will stand in my way.
I’m going to rule the worlds. Every dimension will know my name. The females will long for me and the males will fear me. The world is my oyster.

Lucifer 
She reads in the library when she thinks I’m not here.
She’s taken to a sultrier selection that was gifted to me ages ago from a succubus that was infatuated with me. The text is mostly sex and bondage, with little romance. I routinely make my leaving announced daily while circling back to watch her through the camera in my room.
She takes a book about British history, placing it over the novel she’s reading, perhaps in case I catch her off guard. The way her eyes widen as she bites her lip stirs a craving in me so strongly it’s near impossible to resist. 
By late afternoon, she’s outside in the garden, tending to my plants with ardent attention. I’ve caught her talking to them on occasion. Telling them how beautiful they are and encouraging them to grow. 
She writes in her diary every day. Sometimes she cries and on the odd occasion she smiles. Those days, I stare. Trying to capture the feeling for myself. The little glimpses I get of her are aweing, and then she sees me and the mask slips back in place.
I’ve come to the conclusion her acceptance is a farce. I expected as much, but the pretense allows me the chance to woo her without question. Breaking down her guard little by little. What I didn’t expect was my intense attraction to her. I suspect she’s innocent, which is new for me and not something I believed would entice me, but entice me she has. I think of little else. 
Though getting further than cold retorts or impersonal small talk has proved impossible.  She avoids me like the plague and dreads our dinners together. Sure I could force her, but it’s not just what’s between her legs that interests me. It’s the curiosity and passion she displays.
Since the day she came into my life, I’ve seen nothing but emotion. Her sadness over the situation. Her anger toward me. Her disappointment over the betrayal from her father and my most hated; her declaration of love for the man I killed.
This morning I demanded a witch whose life I saved and gave refuge to. To concoct me a potion that works as a potent aphrodisiac. Of course, her morals were a minor problem to overcome. I promised her safety when she forages for herbs and such. It was enough for her complete cooperation and easy enough for me to extradite. I return tomorrow morning to retrieve it. Then we’ll see how much she loathes me when I’m the only relief around. 
Tonight, I push harder to break her out of the comfort zone she stays anchored to. She nibbles at her food like she usually does, staring down at her plate. I usually ask her what she’s done in the day and she replies. Nothing. We go on like that for the remainder of the meal. Tonight I skip the small talk and try something different.
“Have you ever been fucked, Tallisa?”
She startles, taking a deep breath, choking on her asparagus. I wait for her to gain composure. After a few sips of water, she looks at me contemptuously.
“How dare you! That’s none of your business.”
I expected that kind of response, but it still pisses me off. She’s too damn stubborn. 
“Did that boy fuck you? Is that why you think you loved him, because he was the first to make you come?”
She pushes out of her chair, shooting daggers at me with her eyes. Good! It’s better than her avoiding me and the repetitive silence I’ve had to suffer through.
“Have you been… banged? Huh? How do you like it?”
My lips curl up uncontrollably as I fight to contain my laughter. She believes she’s tough, and she is. In her own way, but the girl can’t even say the word Fuck. She’s so innocent it should be illegal. 
“No Tallisa, I have not and will never be fucked because I do the fucking. But yes, I have fucked many women. I’ve had them beneath me begging for-”
“STOP! Enough! I’ve heard enough.”
She sits down, shifting in her seat. I think I’ve aroused her. Talisa’s cheeks are pink and she’s short of breath. The moment I move to approach her, she asks me so innocently it stops me in my tracks.
“May I be excused?”
I want to tell her no, not until I fuck you on this table, until you’re screaming my name, but that won’t get me anywhere. She denies herself anything she desires. It’s why she’s so moody and miserable. Instead, I nod, allowing her to leave, but that’s okay. I have other plans. There’s something I need to know first and if I’m right, then I’m ready to play dirty.