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Dark Angel Part 13

... wanted to be with me she’d renounce her priestesshood.” Ashriel regarded him coldly. “Even if she did renounce, she’d still have to forgo a hundred siglon task to be discharged honorably. It usually consists of guarding one of the portals of Hell on the most horrible of posts. The ones no one else wants to guard. Seth closed his eyes. “I would have waited.” They snapped open again, lit by fierce determination. “Hell, I would have stood watch with her.” Ashriel’s brows rose in surprise. “For a hundred siglons?” “Wouldn’t you have down the same for Annie?” The weretigri frowned. “I forgot. Your devotion to your priesthood went above and beyond anything.” Ashriel drew himself up. “You don’t understand the responsibility that was laid upon my shoulders. While most reapers trained to become holy warriors I became a high priest. Davariel killed the high priest I was to succeed. Gadriel had named me his successor when he’d seen me training. I was thrust into his place whether I’d wanted it or not.” “You mean you couldn’t refuse?” “No one has ever refused such an honor.” “But you could have refused,” Seth insisted. Ashriel shook his head. “To do so would have brought shame to my family. It would have been utterly selfish of me. It is my obligation to fight against evil. It’s what I was created to do. I am a reaper, a death angel.” Ashriel turned, remembering the horror of the demonic invasion Davariel had unleashed. “You don’t know how many devils and demons I have slaughtered. ...

... They flowed out of every dark corner, every shimmering surface, crack and crevice like floodwater. Seemingly unstoppable. The blood, the stench…it clung to me, weighed down my wings…” But he’d felt a fire within himself. He couldn’t have stopped the death and power flowing out of him even if he’d wanted. He blinked, realizing Anniel stood at the top of the ramp. She just stared at him, her eyes full of pity. He frowned and strode toward her. He did not want or need her pity. He was a warrior. “My love,” he sighed pulling her into his arms. She snuggled against him and stroked his back as if trying to soothe him. It made his chest tighten and he held her tighter. He’d go mad if he ever lost her…hence the reason reapers were forbidden to take a mate. “Oh, baby. That sounded so awful,” she whispered. “I’m fine,” he answered gruffly. She tipped her head back, leveling her golden green gaze at him. Her hand stroked his chest, her nails giving him flesh bumps. He kissed her lightly on her pouty lips. “Time to go, beautiful.” And then he couldn’t help but scowl. “If my brother so much as breathes heavily near you, promise you’ll tell me.” She grinned making his breath catch. “I’ll do better, honey. I’ll kick him in his balls.” Ashriel couldn’t help the bark of laughter at the image her words evoked. *** Anniel walked down the ramp behind Natanael, Eriel, and Abdiel. Ashriel walked on her right and Cyneolle to her left. Her son suddenly stopped halfway down the ramp making her stop to ...