Hell Bound

CHAPTER 8

As he finished listening to Allesandro's plan, he was sure that the guy has lost his marbles. Tanguy quirked an eyebrow at him. "You do realize that this plan is insane, right? Not to mention we'll be breaking few hundred rules of the supernaturals just to execute this plan," he said. 

Allesandro smirked. "Aye, I do know. That is what makes it easier," he said, smiling gleefully at his ingenious plan. Tanguy's amusement faltered as he realized that Allen was serious about going through with the plan. A plan that could very well end up instigating a war between angels and demons alike. 

"Allen, I know you're hurt. You're hurting still, I know, but think about this before you do something that you might regret later, my friend," then he paused as he watched Allen's gaze falter. "Think about your niece," The moment he said it, he regretted it. Allen's gaze was back to being indifferent. 

"She'll have Dragon. She will be safe," he hissed. Tanguy hands formed into fists as he gritted his teeth. "What about you? You will very well be walking into your own grave! Do you have a death wish?" he asked. 

Allen smiled faintly. "My niece will have her husband, Tanguy. Dragon may not be the most caring of men out there, but he can take care of my niece well. She will be safe. She will have him. While me," his smile faltered and his eyes filled with sadness. "I have no one else," he said. 

Tanguy gritted his teeth in frustration. "Then find yourself a mate, damn you! Don't go about killing off humans when there's a high chance that your mate could be out there!" he said. 

Allen's gaze saddened. "There will be no chance for that, my friend," he said, sadly. 

Tanguy looked at him surprised. "You've met your mate?" he asked bewildered. "Where? How come we never knew or heard of her?" He demanded. 

Allen shook his head. Then his gaze hardened. "She's dead. That's why," he stated flatly. Tanguy paused. "She's been dead for over centuries," he mused. 

Tanguy looked at him, his gaze clearing with realization. "Then the drinking, whoring and fighting-?" He asked but stopped himself. He swallowed. But Allen completed his sentence, his tone dispassionate. "Has all been my way of dealing with the grief," then he shrugged. "But Queron snapped me out of it. I figured it was best to concentrate on family rather than grieve over a human I never knew existed until I stumbled upon her deathbed,"

Tanguy took a step, his gaze widening in horror. Behind him, Powell grunted in displeasure. 

"Her deathbed?" he stammered. Words failed him. Allen's sardonic grin widened. "Oh yes, her deathbed. And do you know the funny part of it?" he asked, his voice filled with amusement. Tanguy shook his head. "She was declaring her everlasting love to her husband," He spat the word, as if he tasted something distasteful. Allen leaned against a wall casually. "Her husband  who was none other than Michael of Asthenath. He was an angel then. This whole archangel gig came about when his sister was born," he said. Then he shrugged. "I figured, it would be only fair since he took my mate I will take his. An eye for an eye, they say," he said. 

Tanguy gave him a horrified look. "Did you ever love her? Your mate?" he asked. 

Allen looked at him, surprised, "My mate?" he thought over his answer carefully. He lifted a shoulder,and smirked. "I didn't not love her. She was my mate. I was bound to love her. But not to the extent that I would lay down my life for hers. She never knew me, I never knew her. It was all about pride. Michael took her choice away. He had married her and I knew she wouldn't betray him. Humans have such petty morals. But I respected her enough not to bother her. He hurt my pride, I'll hurt his. The bastard deserved everything that's going to come his way," he stated, his voice venomous.