Chapter One: Lets Play My Game
250 Years Later
I slouch lazily in my throne as Marick reads my schedule for the day.
“First you are to meet with Lord Roscia of Laeem. Then you are to meet with the British boy band, Flying Solo, and then-“
I stopped listening after that. I had been waiting to meet the boys for months. Evan, Oscar, Thomas, Jacob, and Felix.
Marick finishes reading the schedule and my day begins. My meeting with Lord Roscia was dry and unappealing; it felt like forever to me. When we returned from Laeem, Austin and I go immediately to the throne room. Austin is my royal advisor as well as my boyfriend of many years. He is a beautiful Battle Angel, tall, strong, and slender, with dark hair and beautiful brown eyes. Austin’s eyes were old eyes, like they had seen everything, yet he was so young looking; no more than twenty-six. It wasn’t common knowledge among the other angels that Austin is over a thousand years old. Austin is my oldest friend and most trusted ally. I love everything about him. From his slender- yet somehow muscular- figure to the scar that lined his right cheekbone. Austin is covered in tattoos. He often goes to the Earth, and gets them. Austin had fought alongside me in the last battle of the great angel war.
Marick, being the court announcer, shouts loudly over the chatter of my courtiers.
“Please quiet down now everyone,” Marick begins,” The queen’s audience with Flying Solo is about to begin.”
Jude, one of my personal bodyguards -as well as my good friend, ushers the boys in. The boys stand side-by-side as they approach the steps to my throne. They kneel. Evan speaks first, “My queen, we are honored to be called upon by you.”
“Stand,” I say,” Honestly, it isn’t an honor.”
“My lady,” Felix says,” If I may?”
I nod.
“What is the meaning of our summoning?”
“Ah, the meaning. I’m so glad you asked,” I begin,” Well, before we get to that, tell me, what happens to angels of my order when they break the rules?”
“Um… They are stripped of their wings?” Evan says uncomfortably.
“And?” I ask.
“Their immortality.”
“Correct. So now you can put two-and-two together and figure out why you are here.”
The boys lost it. Some went to their knees with tears in their eyes, begging for another chance. All but one was pleading for a chance to redeem their misdeed. The other, Evan, was standing there, a look of disbelief on his face.
“Why?” he asked.
“You know why, don’t you, Traitor.”
That’s when he started moving up the steps to my throne.
“And how would I know?”
“Every traitor knows his misdeed. What makes you any different?”
“I’ve done nothing wrong.”
“On the contrary. You see we have records proving that you, Evan Serenity, have broken the Law on two separate occasions.”
“Pray tell.”
“As you wish. On November the 19th of 2013, you murdered a Peacebringer in cold blood. On the night of July 15th 2014, you told an Ephemeral of our existence. For the safety of our secrecy, the Ephemeral, Macy Elizabeth Teller, was eradicated from the human existence and sent to reform in the Void of Normane.”
“So what? She was a pathetic Ephemeral, what do you care?”
“Without the Ephemerals, we have no reason to exist. It is our sworn duty to protect them. It was commanded by Lady Daeya herself. Do you question the mighty power of your creator?”
“No, but I do question why she let you, a wingless Deamon angel, be the queen of a people worth more than your soul.”
“Jude, send them down to Keeper. Have them Deimmortalized and stripped of their angelic abilities. Make sure to have their manifest made permanent as well.”
*A manifest is a gender for angels. Most angels change manifest often so that they can walk the Earth without being noticed. Battle Angels and those that have been deimmortalized have permanent manifests. Deimmortalization is when an angel is stripped of their wings, immortality, and other angelic abilities.*
Jude steps forward to grab Evan, but Evan steps up to me. He removes his glove and gently smacks me across my cheek.
“I challenge thee, Bullet, to a duel.”
I see a flash of silver and black and before Evan could even blink, Austin had his sword to Evan’s throat. Austin looks to me for an order.
“No Austin. So a duel then? What would the stakes be for said duel?”
“Your throne, or my wings.”
I smirk,” Deal.”
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The Deamon Angel
FantasyQueen Bullet of Asylum, tasked with keeping the peace with the angels, is not who she seems. A terrifying past haunts her every breath. Her only solace in this world is Austin. But what happens to her when her past come back to light, and Austin is...
