Blas Archangels [Sample Only]

-2- Valentine

-2- Valentine

I didn't know falling asleep in an awkward, bent over position could be so comfortable and when I wake up, in the same alcove, the sun is warming my cheeks and I blink awake, about to yawn and stretch my arms over my head... until I see two people.

Two males.

They've just shut a golden trimmed glass double set of doors, from the palace, wide and tall enough to... to...

I duck my head down before they turn and see me. I hide below the stone railing.

Oh, my god.

They had freaking wings.

Like angels – except the wings weren't brilliant white... one set was ash, one set was a deeper ash.

And I can hear them talking quietly to one another.

"...it's only accepted when it's approved – you can't just take any of the fairies."

"Look, if she's red, I'll know the Artinite worked, then I'll kill her and resurrect her as a demonic little pet... I love it when they get hungry... it's so cute!"

"Let us wait until you start murdering innocent little fairies for your sick pleasure – if she's not marked, she's not worth it."

"I told you, I'll find another one."

"...did you see Guzza or Myron leave yet?"

"Nah... did Valentine send them out early?"

"...if he didn't send them... you know why, Alexios and December were caught selling one of his feathers for 100 thousand fucking pounds of gold – the whores are about to buy their way out of here if they get one more feather."

"Why hasn't he just killed them yet?"

"Oh, you know Valentine... he'd rather torture them for months on end then grace them with the Final End."

"Maybe that's all that is, they want the attention – he's been awfully celibate lately."

"Probably going crazy with the whores and their stupid games."

"I think he should just purge them all, send them to Volcan and get in fresh meat."

"You know some of us actually love them, you idiot – "

"I wasn't talking about the obedient ones."

"December is usually sweet – !"

"When the fuck did you start crushing on the blue bloods?"

"...they cry a lot... the taste of their tears are fucking delicious –!"

I feel a gush of hot wind as their voices fade – up higher. I see an edge of a wing and the large feathers. Damn, they would be soft to touch... after the flap of their wings are no longer audible, I finally exhale and inhale a shaky breath.

I had been biting my tongue the entire time.

They said a lot of things, but killing those marked by Atrinite? I hold up my arm and see the red hue... but that's not what I notice this time.

I turn my wrist in front of my face.

My veins.

Pulsing a deep... deep blue. Not the usual turquoise. Was this related to that term... blue bloods?

And another thing.

If two of these flying angels had just exited the palace, that meant more would soon follow. I feel for the letter that has scrunched in half, under my butt.