The Devil's Curse.

Chapter 19 | Lie to me even after you're dead.

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Chapter 19 | Lie to me even after you're dead.

Anger was a thing which always came easy to me. I think it started growing up Daniel was often bullied because we didn't have a father figure growing up. This rage and anger was fueled by the fact I couldn't protect him from everything. And I wanted to, and I tried really hard to. But I couldn't take away those tears that ran down his face when he came home from school and I couldn't take away those words other kids spat at him. I never had that problem, I didn't have many friends but I did have that pity weighing on my shoulders. Children didn't get that, they couldn't comprehend pity yet.

It was moments like that I realized I was good with anger. When I was angry people would listen, they would get angry back and then my actions could be justified. I think I told myself that so I could act without guilt. I never did anything to those kids who would hurt my brother but that didn't stop me from taking those moments to fuel my rage next time someone dared talk poorly about my family. It was because I needed them to be happy, I needed to protect them because I loved them.

I love Lucas and in these moments I don't care about myself. I care about him and I will never lose that love nor that power to try and protect what I love. As soon as I saw Lucas sail through the air into a wall I knew I made the right call.

At my arrival everyone paused for a few seconds to look over at me. It wasn't long but it felt like an eternity to take in my surroundings. Saanti stood protectively in front of Grey and time slowed as the angel and I looked at each other.

"Kit what the hell are you thinking?" Lucas growled.

No responds. A set of blackened wings unfolded and I took in the man's complete and utter beauty. Standing tall with long flowing black hair, with sparkling blue eyes and plump rosy lips. White armor was strapped tightly to his body and he held a long sparkling sword in one hand. Glory was radiating off him in beautiful warm waves, it was clear he had complete and utter control over his power. I shivered in his gaze.

"I did not come to fight, call off your demons."

Even the strict command curled off his tongue and slipped into the air like a feather.

"Why are you here?" I asked feeling my own glory itching to seize him up. He was very much intimidating.

"It seemed Gabriel is dead. I merely came to observe how and why. I merely came to see if this would be a threat in the future. Yet here I observe a fool and her moronic goons. Gabriel deserved death for his actions," he hummed.

Gory crackled around us – it was my own rage. My eyes narrowed and I could feel my wings pressing to be released. I allowed it and they unfolded. I could feel my glory melting the very air itself.

"Don't you dare talk about my father like that," it was a snarl.

I was beyond angry. The angel's eyes widened with shock – the most emotion I've seen from him – then he laughed. Even now, as his laughter was cold and mocking the sound still held a musical note.

"You believed Gabriel to be your father? You're an idiot," he replied.

"What does that mean?" I asked growing unsure and the rage behind my glory wavering.

The angel glanced over at Saanti and I followed his gaze. Saanti didn't look at the angel – Saanti's eyes were locked on me. I begged him in my mind to say something, to object the angel's claim. Nothing, my mind was filled only by my own thoughts.