Angelic Danger: Abbadon's Story- ON HOLD

Planning

This chapter is dedicated to @MiihszRiimz!!!! She's the one who gave me the idea for this story!!!

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I paced back and forth, waiting for my lieutenant to come back with the news. This was of the utmost importance. I growled, growing ever more impatient. He was always late and I hated that. He wasn’t as old as I was, 1500 years at best. The same age I had been when… But now wasn’t the time to think about that. I had a kingdom to run and an old enemy to bring to his knees. Old Sariel wouldn’t see this one coming. Or maybe he would. We had done this so many times, that it was almost boring. One would think he would give us a challenge, increase security, things like that. I made a sound in the back of my throat that was half a growl and half a sigh. Finally, the door at the end of the throne room burst open.

A scrappy man of an Angel entered, looking around. Once he spotted me, he scurried closer, always keeping himself slightly bowed. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose, resisting the urge to punch a wall. My lieutenant, Ahriman, must have sent a messenger. That was good, it meant that things were going the way we wanted and he couldn’t leave. It also meant that I would have to deal with this incompetent fool.

“L-lord A-abbadon,” the Angel bowed, trembling.

I felt like I should know his name, but I was drawing a blank. His face was rather unremarkable. He had dark hair, but blue eyes. He was plain looking, but painfully thin. At the back of my mind I wondered whether all of my men were like this. Maybe I should start feeding them better. I mentally shrugged it off. “What do you want?” I sighed.

“Uh, well, Ahriman sent me,” he answered.

“I gathered as much,” I groaned, plopping down in my throne.

“Um well, it’s final,” he whimpered.

I sat up, suddenly excited. “Are you sure?”

“Well, Ahriman said to tell you, he told me you would probably say that. He said to tell you, ‘He bought her a diamond ring, you can’t get much more final’,” he said.

I sighed at Ahriman’s sass, somewhat lost in translation. “Tell him to be ready. I will be there tonight.”

“Yes my Lord,” the Angel bowed and left, nearly tripping as he hurried out.

I sat back down on my throne and looked around. I reveled at how many luxuries I had. Most of them stolen from the Seraphim. I smirked to myself. Now I was about to add another treasure to my collection. My old friend Sariel was going to propose to his girlfriend. He was going to make her queen. Was being the key word there. I had seen her for myself and I had to admit, she was more beautiful than most human women. Not exactly my type; she was too innocent, I preferred the bad girls; but I was willing to work with it. I made it a habit of stealing Sariel’s girls. He hated it, but never did anything to stop it. Once the poor girl finally got used to me, I would offer her a life of luxury with me. Usually they resorted to suicide before agreeing to stay with me. I hoped this one would be different. I had kept a watch over her, waiting for the right moment. Tonight was the night that she would be mine.

Hours later, I waited in the shadows outside this small restaurant called Tony’s Diner. I watched as my query walked around tables and served people. She had light brown hair that fell just past her shoulders. I couldn’t see her eyes from here, but the appeared to be light in color. My eyes trailed along her curves, past her waist, and down her leg. She was even hotter than I remembered. As I watched her, I grew hungrier. I hoped for this one to stay with me. I longed for her touch and to feel her skin against mine. I shook my head, lodging the fantasy out of my brain. I had to focus. I watched as a figure approached. I recognized the blond hair in an instant. Long time, no see, I thought as Sariel walked into the diner and was greeted by her. I watched as he tried to make a move on her, but she squirmed away, wary eyes on a short, burly man whom I assumed was her boss. Sariel sat down at a table and handed his menu back to her. I didn’t pay him much mind, my thoughts were consumed by her. I watched as she served another table full of giggling girls. I recognized them as Seraphim. Nephilim, I believe. Maybe Sariel had finally given this one more protection. He walked up behind her and she spun around. I saw her lightly punch him in the arm, then he got down on one knee. This was the moment of truth. If she said no, I wouldn’t worry about her. If she said yes…then she would seal her fate.

I watched as her eyes widened in shock. Then she nodded and threw her arms around his neck as he stood up. Fury burned inside me, though I didn’t know why. I realized it was because she wanted him, and not me. For whatever reason I wanted her to want me. That was ridiculous. She hasn’t met me yet. Sariel left before she did, but waited in the shadows for her to leave. For a moment his eyes landed on my exact location and I thought I had been made. But he continued to glance around. About an hour later, she left and Sariel jogged to catch up to her. They paused in front of the restaurant. They had a short conversation, she waved an envelope and he kissed her before they went their separate ways. This was almost too easy. I followed behind her at a safe distance. I decided I should disguise myself and the air shimmered around me. This caught her attention and she turned to look at me, but the transformation had already completed. I was now wearing something I thought a homeless man would wear. Assessing that there was no immediate danger, but still wary, she turned back around and quickened her pace. I stepped up the pace as well; I knew I was scaring her, but I didn’t care. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, ecstatic to finally be on the hunt. She started running and I took off after her. I could have spread my wings and cut her off, but there wasn’t much fun in an easy victory.

A corner was coming up and she tried to turn, but slipped. I heard the faint crack of a hairline fracture, that a human wouldn’t have been able to hear. She landed hard on the ground, but got up and tried to keep running. I commended her for her bravery, but it wouldn’t be enough. She limped a few more feet before I grabbed her. I pulled a chloroform soaked rag out of my pocket and forced over her nose and mouth. She started struggling against my grip, but she wasn’t nearly strong enough. Her movements became sluggish, and I knew the chloroform was working. She finally stopped struggling. I checked her pulse to make sure she was still alive and pulled her up in my arms. She was smaller than I thought, easy to carry. I spread my wings and flew her over to the abandoned warehouse I had picked out as my temporary home base. I carried her into the room where I had stashed my weapons earlier. The sconces on the walls burst to life as soon as I walked in. In the middle of the room was a chair with ropes laying around it. I set her down in the chair and tied her to it. I could feel myself getting hot at the idea of it. I ignored that and carried on with my task. I took duct tape from under the counter on the far wall and taped her mouth shut. I stepped back and stared at her. She really was beautiful. I could see why Sariel wanted her. Even unconscious and bound and gagged, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I knew that her purse was still sitting on the sidewalk where I grabbed her. I thought it would be best to grab that too, less evidence left behind. I quickly left to grab her purse, still where I left it.

I returned as quickly as possible, knowing Sariel would be searching for her soon. Just as I expected, a ringing came from one of the pockets. I took out the cell phone. A picture of her and Sariel filled the screen. A name ran across the top, Seth

I reclined back on the bed and turned on one of the TV’s I had in there. Across the small room was a camper stove and a mini-fridge, my make-shift kitchen. Next to that, I had a table that also served as a desk and a TV stand. Up on the wall by the foot of the bed, was another TV. This one was for recreational purposes. The second one was already on before I entered the room. I had a small monitor that switched between a hidden camera out in the hall and another one inside the room where I was keeping her, Kelsie. Every now an then I would glance at the monitor, but there would be no change. She still hadn’t moved. I started getting tired and checked the time on the small clock I had on a side table I had next to the bed. It was nearing two in the morning. Figuring it was high time for me to get to sleep, I changed quickly and crawled into bed, turning off the TV. I watched the monitor, focusing more on her than anything. There was something about her that made my heart race and my chest constrict. This was feeling was new and foreign and I didn’t like it. I didn’t know what hold she had over me, but I was going to  break it. I drifted off to sleep thinking about her and a future that we might have together.

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Like I said at the beginning, I got the idea from one of my readers. I received a comment that they wanted to see more about Abbadon. And I've always wanted to write a story from the bad guys' perspective so that's exactly what I did!!I don't expect this to be that long, so don't complain about it being short. Hope y'all like it!! Don't forget to follow, vote, comment, and fan!!! <3