The Brothers

12 - {Cold Shoulder}

~Zinnalan's POV~

"What are you doing on the surface? You should be in hell." Kabshiel stared at me, his wings spreading slowly.

"Aw well, aren't you a caring son of a whore?" I grinned widely. "You know me by now. I was innocently coming up here for a temporary visit."

Orsaraoh lifted me up a couple inches above the ground, bringing me towards him. I stopped abruptly when he brought me close enough. I stared at his eyes, which were locked with my own like magnets. "Explain, or Kabshiel will-"

I cracked up immediately. They both glared at me even more. "Kabshiel? What will that harmless fly do to me? Oh oh, is he going to flap his pretty, fluffy wings and make a little baby hurricane? Hah!" I laughed, clearly oblivious to my own words. He unfroze me, but pinned me to the tree I was sitting in earlier. "What's the problem? Don't like me talking shit about your chew-toy, doggie man?"

He backed off. "Excuse me?"

"What? You didn't think I can't recognize your possessed hounds, did you?" I clicked my tongue with another, signature grin. "You know, that made me curious. You're half-angel half-demon. Why were you coming after Liam and Theo?"

Kabshiel stepped in, and I was surprised he was 'coming out of his shell', the closet, whatever the human phrase was. "Liam, actually. We weren't going after Orsaraoh's target. We were after yours."

"Okay, mind telling me why, chew-toy?" I couldn't stop grinning at how unamused he looked. It was almost adorable.

"Because, asshole," Kabshiel hit my shoulder. "He's needed in heaven."

"For what?"

Orsaraoh sighed, frustratingly, "The angels are after him, dumbass. He's requested to have his soul taken out. Which means you'll have to be assigned to a new target."

I looked to Kabshiel, hoping either one of them would tell me they were kidding. But the expressions were telling me that it was all true. They were, for once, telling the damn truth.