When Three Submits, Submission Series #1

Prologue: The Beginning

"Save me!" the voices shouted.  The smell of agony, torture, tears, sorrow and utter horror filled the vast landscape of Hell. Three men hovered,  seemingly floating on thin air as power radiated around them, each with a different flicker of colored aura. They were engaged in a conversation as if it was an everyday occurrence to spend their leisure time talking with each other with millions of limbs screeching in horror around them, trying to catch their attention to plead for salvation.

When a hand was close to touching one of the men, a barrier made of fire suddenly appeared out of nowhere that drove the limb harshly back to the swamps of despair. 

"Honestly, Amaliel. You could have just put the limit around the area to prevent any human from being burned by your flames," one of the three said, frowning disapprovingly. As opposed to the black-eyed man Amaliel, his eyes were the color of the earth's sun while wearing a white battle suit armor which contrasts his companion's black loose attire. 

The black clad man rolled his eyes as he spat, "Zadkiel, you are too kind to them. These bastards deserve as much punishment they can get. You see that filthy scum who almost grabbed me? That's one of those psychotic killers the surface gets every decade. He's one of those who got addicted to blood and started murdering a bunch of women with the same shape of nose. I mean, isn't that psychotic or do you need someone worst than this piece of shit? 

When the sun eyed man didn't respond, Amaliel huffed and turned his black eyes to clash with eyes that seem to reflect violent storms surrounding ha'adam's Bermuda Triangle. 

"Met-" before the black eyed being could utter a word, he was stopped by those reprimanding words.

"I said to call me Max".

"But Met-"

"Max"

Amaliel huffs and concedes, making Zadkiel's eyes flash in amusement.

"Fine, Max. I heard you were getting another beshert?" he continues on with a teasing smirk.

This makes Max's mouth twitch a little, a beginning of a smile waiting to form on his soft, gentle features.

"Yeah, I also heard it. Also knew that your other half was going to born this Marcheshvan," Zadkiel affirmed.

"I bet your beshert's going to be a handful like your other two," Amaliel chirped.

"Why wouldn't they? The first becomes tsale's yalad then the other is one of Hecate's children. I wouldn't be surprised if this one is born from a different realm," he added.

Max's rolled his eyes as he looked at his companion, "It isn't funny but boss gave me a heads up that my beshert is one of the moon's blessed."

Amaliel clapped, "Oh, that's interesting," he gave Max a shrewd glance, "Who'll top? Chances are your little beshert would be born as an Alpha."