Fallen

Chapter 14

Zion rifled through his sketchbook for something that would suit his little human, it needed to be small but simple so that his ink didn't sting her too badly like last time. He stopped on a butterfly from the garden of Eden he had drawn a while ago, it's beauty rivaling that of an Angels which seemed perfect for Lisandra. Though he wondered if he should use his special inks for her considering it hurt her with his demonic power, she didn't seem effected afterwards just a bit iffy when it was being embedded into her skin. Shaking his head he wanted this to last just as long as his emblem was going to, she was pretty tough for the first one he was sure something much smaller would work. Pulling the picture out of the sketchbook he folded it neatly before putting it into his jacket pocket.

He had a surprise date planned for them that was more or less him taking her to a bar, she had never gotten to have that coming of age experience so he'd give her one. He'd invite Zyr and Titus along for some added protection, it seemed that the hunters were scouting out the area for more of his kind and getting their noses where they didn't belong. He'd already had to cancel some of the clubhouses business just to protect everyone, they really couldn't handle any more of the meddling.

"Where's that girl of yours Zion?" Jax said smoothly as he sidled up beside him at the bar.

"None of your damn business." He snarled, glaring at the fallen angel as he slid those obsidian eyes over his drawings.

"It's been a while since any of us have seen you this... Entertained." The slender demon gave a cold smile as he met his gaze. "Perhaps when your done toying with her-" growling low Zion bared his fangs.

"Don't even finish that sentence Jax. She's not going anywhere." The demon just laughed, resting his chin on his hand as he leaned on the bar.

"Oh but she will when she dies. Pity. Hopefully nothing unforeseen happens." Zion knew better than to let his threats get to him, but the way that he implied that threat to Lisandra set him off. It was like he lost all logical thought as he slammed the demons head down on the bar, shattering one of the shot glasses. Dark almost black blood oozed from the gash on Jax' forehead, the slender fallen hissing in anger as he lunged at him.

The two stumbled into a table breaking it clean through as they fell to the ground, Jax grabbing one of the shattered glass pieces from one of the cups and slashed at his face. He narrowly missed having his eye removed but ended up with a deep gouge close to the corner of his eye and across his ear as he turned his head.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" Jax snarled angrily, his own anger rising to meet the slender demons as he shot his fist out to hit him square in his jaw which took him by surprise. It gave him enough time to shove him off so he could get to his feet, dark power shooting out as he slammed his palm into Jax's chest. The demon was flung back into the wall with the amount of power he used, the wall shuddering and breaking away around him to show some cracked bricks behind. Stalking up to the disoriented Angel he grabbed him by the collar of his shirt while bringing them nose to nose.

"I don't care what you do. My problem is how you think the thing that I have is temporary. If you ever threaten her again I'll force your wings out and rip them off." Jax stiffened at his words knowing full well that an angels wings were something you didn't mess with unless you were serious, clipping their wings was like cutting off the legs of a horse and keeping it alive. "That goes for all of you!" He let Jax go and turned around to face the rest of the club that had watched them fight. Almost everyone was there due to the hunters skulking about, none of them wanted to be caught by themselves with a group of hunters.

"I know not all of you like my decision. But that is MY fucking decision to make whether you all are with it or not." Most of the demons that had qualms with what he was doing with Lisandra averted their eyes in an attempt to not show how guilty he knew they were for doubting him. Brushing himself off he wiped the blood from his face while stepping over the broken pieces of the table to the bar, bending down he picked up his sketch book that was slightly crumpled up, sliding it over to the demoness behind the bar. "Put that back there will you?"