Angel's Weren't Meant To Be Slaves. Welcome To Hell, Master. *Completed*

[29] Lord Eric Baylish

Not knowing how to respond to what Keegan had just admitted to me, I focused my eyes down to the floor.

There was a loud knock on the door that got the attention of Keegan but I simply ignored it. I couldn't get my mind to think of anything else besides what I had just learned. How can Keegan be ok with the idea that he should marry this heinous woman that he himself admits to not being in love with? Is that not what marriage is all about, the binding of two people in love?

"Come in!" Keegan bellowed and I sat back on the couch and actually shook my head to try to clear it. Why was I even troubling myself with this?

In the back on my mind I heard the door open and a butler came in and announced that Keegan had a visitor but I paid no mind to the name. Suddenly I saw a man enter the room.

He looked haggard, as if he had traveled for days through treacherous lands. His clothes hung awkwardly and were covered in dirt and his face has not seen a razor in a long time. Judging by his clothes, of dark pants, black boots and a shirt of wool under a leather vest all underneath a deep red cloak, he looked to be some kind of soldier.

The sword hanging at his hip confirmed that enough for me. But he didn't look like he was well suited to be an angel hunter by any means. No, he looked like he hunted other things...

"Lord Eric Baylish!" Keegan boomed happily, his arms extended out towards the man.

This Eric Baylish fellow smiled and it reached his dark green eyes, "Hello Lord Hunter," and he limped slightly as he walked over to Keegan. I also noticed that he held his right hand tightly against his side and only used his left arm to wrap around his apparent, good friend.

As the two men broke apart, Keegan spoke, "You look like you have just been through Hell and back."

"It feels that way. The week long journey from Denfold was difficult. I hate to say that I have come with some terrible news as well," Eric said as he limped to a chair and dropped his heavy bulk into it.

Concern laced Keegan's face as he looked down upon his friend, "Eric are you alright? Last I remember you did not walk with the limp of a cripple."

But Lord Baylish wasn't paying Keegan any mind at the moment as he had finally noticed me sitting on the couch on the other side of the table across from him.

"Who are you?" he asked me blatantly.

Not trusting this new man, I said nothing but kept my dark gaze fixed on his face. It reminded me of Keegan, with its strong muscles and defined lines. Once he were all cleaned up and face shaven, he might be considered to be a burly and ruggedly good-looking man.

Keegan spoke for me, "Surely you must have heard. This is my new angel slave, Victoria. She is the first and only Fallen to have ever been captured."

Being reminded of that little bit of news put me in a sour mood. I hated that out of all of the Fallen, that I had been the one who was caught. It was embarrassing... I was the Angel of Deaths daughter!

Eric grumbled in his throat, "The Lycan Penitentiary doesn't get such exciting news about the world very often. We are seemingly bound to the city of Denfold. It has been what, 2 years since I have seen you last? She looks like she wishes to cut my throat. I can only assume that men have beaten her in the past. How cruel..."

Lycans! Yes, the big brute of a man definitely looked like he could take out or hunt down a Lycan with his bare hands...

"We are trying to get her past any beatings..." Keegan informed him.

I wanted to agree with him. I have not been beaten in a while. But then again I had not done anything wrong to deserve it. I wondered if I were to mess up now if he would have a different way to punish me. I wasn't exactly willing to find out...