Hypnotic

Nineteen

"Damiar." Green hazel eyes found my own as I shifted in the passenger seat of the car. "Are you... How can you be so sure that we can kill God? I mean.. He's God." Damiar chuckled, his rings gently clinking against the steering wheel as he drummed his fingers. "Baby, when that witch turned you human, she also took your memories. Even though you've regained your basic abilities, you're still missing most of your memories as a hybrid."

I pursed my lips, propping my feet up on the dash. "Ok, then what do I not remember about God?" "For one, he's more human than anyone seems to realize. He's immortal, but like anything that is, he can be killed." I perked up, directing my attention solely to him. "By a Blade?" "Well, not exactly. There's only one thing in this universe that can hurt him. The problem is, no one knows where it is, or even what it looks like."

I sighed, returning to my relaxed position, watching the sunset in the side mirror. "We'll be there in about four hours," Damiar murmured as I yawned. "Go ahead and sleep. We have a shit ton of planning to do." "Speaking of..." I chewed on a nail as I plugged the AUX cord into my phone. "These 'friends' of yours..." "No, they aren't anything like our kind," Damiar explained. "They aren't angels?" The male snorted and scrunched up his nose. "Hell no."

Curiosity began to gnaw at me, and all thoughts of sleep were abandoned. "What's up with you and angels?" I asked, to which Damiar replied with a wince. "Ah... Bad blood I guess you can say. Something happened centuries ago that pretty much put me on every single angel's shit list." I hummed softly, glancing down at my phone as I scrolled through my playlist. "What's your story then?"

Damiar gave me a sideways look as he narrowed his eyes. "My story?" I laughed halfheartedly and turned my gaze to him. "We're mates, Dee," I answered softly. I heard his breath hitch. "Don't you think we should both be honest with each other?" He stayed silent for the longest, and I let the subject drop. I finally chose a song from one of my many playlists, and I laid my head back against the seat as the song flowed through the Mustang's speakers.

When I was younger I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind.
He broke his own heart, and I watched
As he tried to reassemble it.

And my momma swore
That she would never let herself forget.
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love if it does not exist.

Damiar let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his eyes and gripping the steering wheel tighter. "Samael," he said, and I looked at him in confusion. "What?" "My name," he clarified. "My real name. It's Samael." I let out a soft puff of air as I swallowed. "Oh..." "I was born to an angel and a fallen angel, just like you. Except my daddy's still in heaven and hates my very existence." I stayed quiet, simply listening to what he had to say.

Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul
That love never lasts.
And we've got to find other ways to make it alone.
Or keep a straight face.

"My mother was the one who practically raised me," he went on. "Her name was Dina, and... She was a beautiful woman. She was good at first... but then things began to get worse." The street lamps cast a soft glow on his face, and I could see the frown that tugged on his lips. "She became hostile and abusive. I became sick of it and -" He cut himself off, and a pang of understanding erupted in my body. He went through the exact same thing that I did.

And I've always lived like this -
Keeping a comfortable distance.
And up until now I have sworn to myself
That I'm content with loneliness.

Because none of it was ever worth the risk.

"God felt my spike in power." Damiar scoffed as he raked a hand through his hair. "He warned the angels, but didn't return to Earth. So I went to heaven, demanding to speak to my father, but it turned into a fight pretty quickly. And for a few hundred years, I was forced into hiding, running with a target on my back. I eventually found friends, and they've been there for me through thick and thin. And after another century, the angels gave up on hunting me."

I've got a tight grip on reality,
But I can't let go of what's in front of me here.
I know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up.
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream.

"But now... Now you're in control of your powers again. And now God knows that there are two of us. The angels will be back on the trail. And God will be coming back to kill us both." I exhaled a long breath as he finished, and I stared ahead at the darkened road. "So even if we somehow manage to kill God," I start. "How the hell are we going to be able to kill billions upon billions of angels?" Damiar licked his lips, eyes staring straight ahead.

"We don't. Angels are pack animals. They follow the alpha. If their alpha is killed, they simply follow the new one." Something dark stirred in my gut, and I shifted slightly in my seat. "So you're saying that you want to be God?" The man nodded. "That's exactly what I'm saying." "And my place?" "My mate. You'll be a goddess." Again, the feeling burned in the pit of my stomach, and I struggled to stifle the growl that threatened to erupt from my throat.

What gives you the right to the throne?
What makes you better than me?

A grin found it's way to my lips as I settled down, one thought dominating the rest.

Just call me Alpha.