The Brothers

15 - {The Spotted Target}

~Zinnalan's POV~

"You have to be shitting me right now. New target? What did the kid do so sinful to have his soul ripped out of his damn body?" I crossed my arms and glared at the two. I had no idea why, but I was rather attached to the kid. He might not have the best attitude sometimes, so what? No one's perfect. If perfect existed in humans, they wouldn't need non-human guardians watching over them and trying to keep them out of harm's way.

If we lose our target, well, Orsaraoh practically told me already. They're going to rip out Liam's soul, and for what? For some stupid, little thing he did once? He had always been my responsibility, the human I had to control most times to get his stubborn ass out of harm's way, and now he's going to be taken from me? Might as well kill me while you're at it, then!

I was about to object before feeling my own soul leave the kid's body, recreating my original form, which happened to be a lot more comfortable and not as heated. Orsaraoh did the same thing. Kabshiel didn't have to, since he was always in his original form while talking to either of us, unless one of our targets were active while we were.

"If it makes you feel any better...."

"Nothing can make me feel better about this, I'm going to lose him."

They gave each other a look. Orsaraoh came towards me, floating above the ground a bit to reach my shoulder to lay his hand on it. "Give me Liam's orb. I'll take his soul so you won't have to," he said. He glared at me when I shook my head in disagreement. How stupid did he think I was giving up that easily? "Want to let the angels kill him? Fine. But since you are rebelling your own rules as guardian and protector of your human, guess what?"

"What the hell do you want?"

That wasn't a smart question to ask someone like him, someone who can easily take my ass downtown if he was in that bad of a mood, or that obedient of his lord. I watched him snap his fingers and Kabshiel charged right at me. Luckily I moved out of the way just in time. "My 'chew-toy' is going to do you a huge favor, so you won't have to see the angels rip the Heller boy apart from the inside."

Kabshiel charged again, but that time I wasn't watching, letting him knock me nearly unconscious to the ground. He was following Orsaraoh's commands like a dog. I would have laughed if I wasn't facing death, again. "I know we hate each other, but come on!" I tried something I have seen and heard the tall one and my human do way too many times to each other, which was reasoning when they got in fights. Only led to bigger fights, but it was worth a shot. "We've known each other for over one-thousand years! Does that mean nothing to you?"

Was I stretching it?

"Going back to weakling-hood? Really?" Orsaraoh snapped his fingers again, and Kabshiel wasn't showing any hint of mercy in his actions, continuing to determinedly attack every shot he knew he could take.

Yeah. I was definitely stretching it. I used my wings for some kind of advantage I wanted to try from the beginning, flying up when he charged. That's when I forgot he had his own pair of feathers to catch me in the air, but it did give me an idea. An admittedly stupid idea I was more than willing to try.