Angelic Danger: Abbadon's Story- ON HOLD

Realization

About a day or so passed before I finally saw her stir. As soon as she moved, I was out of my room and down the hall. I opened the door and walked in. She turned towards me quickly, fear evident in her eyes.

“Ah, you’re awake,” I said without emotion.

If it was possible, more fear filled her eyes. I saw her glance around the room before her eyes landed back on me. I took off her gag.

“Do you serve the Seraphim?” I asked, knowing it was a stupid question but asking it anyway.

“I-I have no idea what you're talking about. Wh-what do you want from me?” she stammered in a whisper.

“You don’t know who I am?” I growled, even though I figured this would be the case. The fear in the room was almost tangible.

She shook her head quickly. I knew the only way to get her to believe the truth would be to show her, but I also knew that she would need time to absorb all the information. The candle on the wall near her flared to life and she finally saw my face. Her heart rate increased significantly.

“I have forsaken my true family. I, along with others, have started a new life. We have walked away from our Lord and formed a new family. I am a Watcher,” I told her, knowing she probably wouldn’t understand.

She thought it over for a second. I could tell the term wasn’t foreign to her. Finally she spoke, trying to keep her voice steady.

“OK, so if you’re a Watcher, then where do I fit into this?” she finally asked.

“I have been watching your court for a while now,” which was half true. I had really been watching her. “You’re mortal, but you are dangerously close to the Seraphim. Close enough to attract the notice of the Watchers.”

“But why?” she asked slowly, not quite believing what I was telling her. “Why would the Watchers care about what the Seraphim are up to?”

I sighed and answered, “The Watchers exist because there was a call for balance. The Lord had too many Seraphim and there was next to no evil in the world. Some of us decided to create balance. We abandoned our Lord and became Watchers.”

“So you maintain the balance between good and evil?” she asked, her voice cracking.

“In a way, yes,” I told her, grinning. I watched as she shuddered. I started untying the ropes that tied her wrists and ankles to the chair. She didn’t notice the way my fingers lingered against her skin for a few seconds. I fought the urge to take her on the floor right here. Ignoring that, I continued to untie her. When I finished, she just sat there. I kept my guard up, expecting her to try to fight.

“How long have I been out?” she asked instead.

“A day at most,” I replied, my voice sounding gruff.

I turned to look at the weapons on the wall, but she kept watching me. I wish she wouldn’t. Her big, innocent eyes made me want to comfort her and tell her everything was going to be OK. I couldn’t afford to have these feelings, so I avoided eye contact.

“I don’t get it,” she said, surprising me that she was trying to hold a conversation. “If it’s the Seraphim you're after, why kidnap me?”

I sighed. I had to explain this to every girl Sariel chose and it was starting to get tiring over the centuries. “Sometimes we like to do things that incite wars. Crossing explicitly placed boundaries, etc. Sometimes, the King of the Seraphim fancies a mortal; he means to make her Queen, if she so chooses. Our favorite pastime is to ‘take her away from him’. He hasn’t had a Queen in centuries.”