You are My Doom

Chapter 13: Doom

Chapter 13: Doom

Turning Eden down last night when she so clearly wanted me was the hardest thing I have ever done. I didn't think she could get any more perfect, but when she asked to see my wings again, fuck. I almost shot off right then. Showing our wings to another is so incredibly intimate. Last night proved that Eden not only accepts me as other than human, but shows that she could still want me. Unfortunately, I couldn't cement my claim on her by burring my cock deep inside her last night. I was unable to force my wings into submission until the early hours of the morning. By then, Eden was fast asleep in my arms.

As much as I would have loved to take her when she asked, I knew she didn't know what that would mean. The only way for a Dark Angel to get a woman pregnant is to have sex while our wings are exposed. This ensures that no demons are born to an unsuspecting mortal mother. The conception rate is incredibly high, and I know Eden wasn't looking to get knocked up last night.

I look down at the sleeping woman in my arms, and watch as a drop of drool falls from the corner of her mouth onto the blanket. Eden's idiosyncrasies only further endear her to me; Everything from the way she clicks her tongue when she's nervous to the way she drools in her sleep. I love that the woman is unafraid to pour her heart and soul into what she loves.

I disentangle myself from her warm embrace. I survey her small apartment and see the state of chaos it is in. While I'm not a neat freak like my brother Vice, I would prefer the space to be at least picked up. I look back at the woman softly snoring, and my fierce Hell Hound who has replaced me by her side. I know there is no way I will be able to wrestle Ceribe out of my spot without waking Eden. So, I, Doom the Crowned Prince of Hell, begin to clean.

I silently move throughout the space, gathering her laundry and placing it in the basket. When I retrieve the scrubs from the bathroom floor, I hear the rustling of paper. Checking to ensure my antics did not wake Eden, I fish the bit of notebook paper out of her pants' pocket.

A list of questions is scrawled in bubbly letters on a torn bit of lined paper. Laughing at some of the more outlandish questions, I decided to forgo my spot cleaning. I riffle through her drawers until I find a notebook and pen. I respond to each bullet point with a mix of humor and honesty.

1) What does it mean to be a handler?

It means that you and Ceribe are linked. I am her master, so she will listen to me over you, but you are the second in command. If I'm ever unavailable, you will be responsible for her well-being.

2) What abilities does Ceribe have?

Hell Hounds are conduits. They connect their masters and handlers to different planes of existence like the shadow realm or Hell itself. This bond, also, can extend a mortal's life to match the hound's.

3) Where did he get the name Doom?

From my parents, of course.

4) Are there others like him? If so, how many?

There is no one like me, but I do have a large family, including six siblings, that each have their own abilities.

5) Why didn't he come for Ceribe sooner?

My schedule prevented me from giving her the care and stability she needed for her recovery. I kept an eye on the two of you to ensure she was being treated well.

6) Why me?

Why you what? Why did I choose you to care for Ceribe? Your clinic was the first one I thought of when Ceribe was hurt. You happened to be the only one there. Why did Ceribe choose you to be her handler? I can't say for certain, but I assume it is because she trusted you to take care of her while I couldn't.