A Match Made In The Heavens

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

"I did not expect you so soon son," Abbodan chuckles. "Your mate is a lovely woman, congratulations," he adds. Ronin takes a seat and glances at his father.

"She told me I looked like you, I don't see any resemblance," he smirks.

Abbadon rolls his eyes and snorts. "You look more like me than your mother, you got my great looks" he grunts, shaking out his long hair. Ronin chuckles,"Your vain dad." He then turns to face him.

"I saw your healing mark, thank you," Ronin rushes out. Abbadon chuckles loudly shaking his head.

"She is an immortal, like us, she didn't need saving. I did however save my grandchild," he smirks, eyes glowing. Ronin inhaled sharply at the news. He starts to grin while looking up to his dad.

"You're going to be a grandfather," he beams in hearty chuckles.

"And you a father," Abbodan counters, sobering Ronin. Ronin closes his eyes grinning as the information sinks further in his soul.

"You and your mate were created for a great purpose that will come to fruition soon." Ronin looks up into his dad's eyes and nods, "I've heard something like that from Neegan."

"You know I serve the creator, unlike popular belief, I am truly his obedient servant," Abbadon sighs and continues, "You both will be his as well, I cannot tell you more, but the prophet will."

With that Abbadon spreads his wings and winks at Ronin. "Want to race my son, it's been awhile since we have, and I believe I won last time," he smirks.

Ronin rolls his eyes and snapping his fingers removes his shirt and unfurls his large black wings, the flight feathers contrasting against the black in bright white. "Why haven't you shown your mate your wings, they compliment you well," Abbadon questions.

Ronin just rolls his shoulders flapping his wings. Giving his father a sneer, he quickly darts off into the distance, his laughter fading with him.

Abbadon looks up towards the heavens and smiles, "It is done great one." he then soars after Ronin.