The angel with black wings

Chapter 3

We laughed and cried for hours. The more time passed the more I fell deep in her enchantment. She even told me to close my eyes and pretended to be stern saying "close all three of them, no peeking!".. I laughed to myself wondering who was she talking to? I'm Michael the great calling of death being commanded by a human to drop my defense. Who was I kidding? I'd be a fool for Isabel. Even clip my wings if that's what made her happy. So, I closed my eyes. She removed my trousers and placed a soft garment around my waist and tied the string to hold it on. I must admit I was nervous as to what she was doing cause even though I've had my share of what mystical creatures had between their legs; I didn't just want Isabel because of her body ... I wanted all of her.

I was excited to see what it was so I waited reluctantly till she said: "You can open your eyes now love" (she didn't have to tell me twice!)I looked down and I was dumbfounded.. It was woven with a combination of the flame in my back and the stream on my chest with the colors orange, red and gold combined with silver and blue in the shape of how my hair was the day I met her..

I fell to my knees crying until she held my face up and kissed me . All that was going through my mind was what was I doing all this time with other fairies? Is this what a kiss feels like? Her lips sent exhilarating chills through my body so much that held her like I was gonna lose her any second. Her hair was locked in my fingers while she ran her hands over my flame. I lost it.. I wanted her, not just her body but I needed her love like my life depended on her to keep me alive. With her I wasn't all powerful Death's Calling, Son of Shamon. I was just her love and I made it my mission to remain hers forever.

My chi sensed danger. Instantly, I pulled away
from her as a familiar gush of wind raced by.. Isabel grabbed me and asked in a frantic tone: "what's wrong? Did I do something?" I held her face and said in my calmest voice: "No my dearest, just stay under my wing I'll keep you safe." She held me around my waist, I could feel the fear coming from her and that's when I knew I had to be even stronger for my new reason to be alive. My hair was now flaming red because I knew that sensation all too well. It was Sylvester.

I charged at him but he blew a breeze under my feet that caught Isabel and sent her into an instant slumber . This meant war. I channeled a force field around her to avoid anymore tricks this brute had up his sleeve. Finally he decided to show himself with a smug grin on his face cackling in laughter saying, " who knew death had a weakness? A mere slam piece" I lost it.

My Isabel.. A slam piece! My deafening howl sent the trees of the woods into ash. My body became brimstone as my left wing became pitch black while my right remained white. As the stars assembled in circular motion around me he froze in fear then said in a staggering screech: "pu-pupil meltdown!" Like the cowardice he is he tried to disappear in the wind but this was no use. I had him in my grasp and Shamon isn't here to save his sorry ass. The more my rage amplified, the more my eyes blared on his insides. He cried out for his father in wrenching pain. I responded to this in a resounding tone combined with my biological father and mine "The is why I'm Death's Calling!"