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Dark Angel Part 5

The following day, a few more reapers arrived, along with Davariel’s weredragons, Drakken, and Eriel. Eriel was not the same angel Ashriel remembered. He looked solemn, somber. He hung back and barely uttered a word. When Natanael approached him about their upcoming mission, he merely nodded. “You okay, Erie?” Natanael asked putting his hand on his arm. “I’m fine,” Eriel replied. “He’s depressed,” Remuel sighed walking up to them in the hangar. Unlike his son, Remien, Remuel’s hair was a silken fall of crimson down his back. Remien had about ten times the amount of hair on his head making it poof out like a lion’s mane. But Ashriel knew for a fact that he was just as annoying and insane as his son. “Depressed?” Ashriel echoed. Eriel rolled his eyes as Remuel continued. “He had his mind wiped of all memories pertaining to Dava’s days, but—“ “That idiot, brought them all back,” Eriel spat pointing to Zakreel. “Now that Drakken is better and we’re here…” Eriel’s eyes drifted to where Devon stood speaking to the newly arrived reapers. He glanced back to see Devon look over his shoulder at Eriel. Once again, Ashriel marveled at the uncanny resemblance between father and son. If Devon’s hair were thicker, with more curl, and blond, his skin sun-kissed bronze, he’d be Davariel. Ashriel sighed and turned as tears begin to spill from Erie’s eyes. “Oh, here we go with the water-works again,” Remuel cried dramatically. “Erie, for fuck’s sake, find yerself a nice big cock to impale ...

... yerself on, or a nice juicy pussy to bury yerself into. Sex always makes ya forget.” Eriel gripped two handfuls of his hair. “We’ve been off Arboria for almost six months. Why do you and Zakreel still speak with that annoying accent? You sound like a freakin’ leprechaun.” Remuel snorted with a frown as Zakreel stepped up next to them also. “We need to get our translation devices adjusted, idiot.” “Besides, we’re not staying,” Zakreel added. Zakreel, although very tall, was not as muscular as his massively proportioned son, but the dark blond wavy hair and sapphire eyes were very similar. Ashriel frowned. “Where are you going?” “We’re going back to the old mansion,” Remuel replied. Eriel shook his head. “No. I can’t ever go back there. It’d be too much,” he whispered. Natanael wrapped his arms and wings around his friend. “What mansion?” Ashriel asked. The dragons looked at one another before Remuel answered, “Luci and Dava’s house on Sjoria.” Ashriel’s eyes narrowed. The last portal Davariel had traversed was in that house. Ashriel would be able to locate the chamber that still held the portal into the realm of shadows where Davariel and his lover were trapped. If he could destroy it, then that would eliminate the threat of Davariel. He felt Devon’s presence behind him. He knew what Ashriel was thinking, but it didn’t matter. Ashriel didn’t care. He wanted to see Devon attempt to stop him. Ashriel turned and began walking toward where his Silver Comet was, leaving the others ...