Hell Bound

PROLOGUE~ Part 2

Outside the tower everything was silent.

Queron stood straight, his sword drawn from its scabbard, his men forming a wall of protection around the tall tower. No one was taking a chance on being caught unguarded. No one was willing to let the enemy cross over to the tower. And no one, absolutely no one was willing to face their leader's wrath if they failed. 

The footsteps got louder and louder. Until finally...

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Allen knew the moment fighting broke out. It was by the sudden silence that ensued and when the first battle cry was roared, did he know that the battle had begun. His fist clenched. He wanted to be out there. Fighting. Fighting alongside his brothers in arms, but the oath he gave his brother was far more powerful than any urge he had had at the moment.  

The ring of metal on metal was deafening and the night's silence was broken by the blood hounds' war howl and the war cries of men that are not of this earth but from the superior plains of Heaven and Hell. Angels and Demons. A battle never ending, and the reason behind it all now resting peacefully in the chamber behind him cradling her new born daughter as she fed. 

An abomination, they called her when the news of her pregnancy reached the higher ranks. Fallen from grace and straight into the arms of a demon commander. Their story had been the making of an epic romance but now as Allen clutched onto his sword hilt with a death grip, he couldn't help the foreboding that tonight everything would end up in tragedy. 

"For Asthenath!" the battle cry that came from below jerked him out of his thoughts. He paled. Without a moments hesitation he strode into Milady's chamber and bowed apologetically as she looked up at him startled. She started to ask him what the matter was but his grim face said it all. 

She looked from the new born to the brooding hulk of a man before her. Her brother-in-law and her protector. She closed her eyes. "Can't I have a moment with her?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

"Milady-"He began, but stopped himself once she saw the look in her eyes. "Please?" She was pleading now. 

Allen looked around uncomfortably, then gave a curt nod. Her eyes glistened with gratitude. 

Allen watched, uncomfortable with the situation as the mother whispered her undying and unconditional love to her newborn, but unwilling to intrude upon the intimate moment. His own mother had never shown her love to him in the way the angel before him was showering her love over her daughter that was conceived during her moments of intimacy with a demon; the very beings that her kind was taught to hate, not love.  But then again his mother had been a demon, who had suffered at the hands of his father. Allen and Queron's conception was far from happy moments to her. She loathed the sight of them. But then again, who could blame her? The moment their father fell from battle was by far the most happiest moment of her life. His death hadn't brought her relief though. It only brought back more pain. Their father, even in death continued to torment her, because he had had the audacity to blood tie her, so the moment he died, their mother felt the pain of the connection break. 

It was by the deceitful mercy of their new lord, The Deceiver had she finally escaped her mate's torment. But then again, going from one demon lord's play toy to another's personal blood slave could hardly be called a mercy. Granted, Lord Dragon would rather bite his hand off than lay one on a woman, he wasn't exactly a gentleman either. No, he was bastard. A bastard with manners. And everybody favored a polite bastard over a rude one. 

Allen was jerked out of reverie as another cry of triumph broke out in the battle field. He gave an alarmed look to her ladyship who was cradling her newborn to her chest.