Defying Gravity

♆The Lap Dog - [Malphas]

Again, thank you for all of your patience. :) Hope you guys will enjoy this part altho Malphas looked like a robot here. . . anyway, on to the story, here it is!  Happy thanksgiving! -- unedited story

-athena

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        “Milord, we have released the third company.” The old, looking frail man was on his knees, reporting the daily schedule release of each demon company. Some of the demons weren’t able to fully possess a human body due to their own weaknesses, or it could be that the vassal was too fragile for a demon to use. In any case, Malphas was in charge of his legions, and so far, he was not able to expand his army across the continent. Something seemed to be stopping their forces, as if a barrier was placed on each country.

After Malphas had dropped the little archangel, he went back to his usual duties. He didn’t want to mind Gabriella yet. He had other things to do. But he knew that the little angel would somehow become a problem later on, and only he could stop her from getting Michael. He couldn’t let her get near him.

Malphas had plans; plans that only he knows about.

The old man had spread out the map on the glass table. The room itself was illuminated by the bright hearth, burning so much more than before. Malphas watched as the man fumbled with the map, dropping it carelessly on the ground before picking it up back again.

“Forgive me. I am too hasty.”

Malphas’s eyes followed his. “Enough of that.” He drew a curve along the path of America to Europe. “Earth is quite big. We aren’t in full power yet. We’re only toying around with the experimental human bodies, which we possess. Civilizations have different beliefs, and we’ll have to start a small fire in Asia. I’m quite interested in their culture.”

Malphas crossed out the curve line from America to Europe and redirected it to Asia. “Send some of your members here. I’ll take care of the Nephilims.”

“What of the angels, Milord?”

“Isn’t that the reason why I’m sending you all? The eight legion will take care of it.”

The old man bowed his head an excused himself.

Too tired and exhausted, Malphas sat on the red, vintage couch. There he poked the hearth with his own hand, and the fire licked his hand. He was not afraid of it. His hand absorbed the fire, as if it was part of his body.

His eyes matched the burning fire.

Ever since he left Gabriella, he couldn’t help but feel a bad vibe about it. Not only that, his wings were starting to disappear. It would have been easy. No one would see he had wings. After all, they knew he could teleport even without one. And that’s where the problem came in. How could he move from one place to another without it? The wings were also connected to Gabriella’s.

He pulled his hand out and clenched his fists.

Malphas had to do something about her. He wasn’t going to let her get to him, but how could he kick her out? They had equal strengths even though she had been stripped away of her angelic powers. That thought irritated Malphas. How could he be in the same level as her?

“Ah, ah, you’re brooding again.”

Malphas knew who it was before he could even turn around.