Chapter 10
*Drevland's POV*
What were the fates thinking? She was absolutely crazy. Proudly lets her demon run the show, and opinionated ass. And I loved it. I haven’t fucked like that or gotten fucked like that in ages. Every time she touched me I felt like she was lighting my skin on fire. And that laugh. I was willing to knock more trees down and have another go, but we needed to get back.
She let her wings out and I couldn’t help but stare at them, before letting my own out. Mine were larger but maybe only slightly, which was surprising considering our size difference but I guess it just goes to show how strong this crazy enigma is. Hers were almost equally white and black with red dripping down the feathers giving it a look of blood. Wings fit for a warrior.
Mine were mainly white but had the same dripping effect with black instead of red. We could have formed a perfect puzzle with them. Daeva was staring at mine in the same kind of wonder on her face as I’m sure was painted on mine. I leaned down and picked up her panties as she grabbed her pants. She reached her hand out for them back but I tucked them into my boxers and grinned at her. “Let’s go love” I said, stepping into her and gripping her hips. As I leaned in to kiss her neck her head fell back and I pushed hard against the ground, widening our crater we made love in and sending us into the air entangled again.
She looked down at the destruction we caused and gave a satisfied giggle before dead dropping from my arms. Her wings parachuted behind her then she gave me a wink and sped off in the direction of her bar. Damn she’s fast. I grinned at her perfect ass before launching myself after her. I caught up, but barely. I went in to land on her roof, since I was left with only my boxers, and her underwear tucked in the side. She definitely beat me but she wasn’t on the roof. I looked up to see her free falling from the sky.
She was flipping and spinning, I thought for a moment that she was actually in trouble before I saw the look of pure bliss on her face. She looked like the most perfect specimen in existence. She was getting too close for comfort for me though. Come on, you loon, slow up. I went to stand under her to catch her, she was going too fast and not making a move to open her wings.
Damn it Daeva, you’re going to crash the building. I was losing my mind and then as she was barely 5 feet above me she untucked, threw her wings out and landed slowly and gracefully in my outstretched arms. “You have a lot to learn, Angel,” she said, winking at me. “You scare the shit out of me, Demon,” I said, returning her wink. She threw her head back in a laugh that lit my entire body up. I pulled her in to kiss her again. When I finally found the restraint to pull myself away she frowned at me, her eyes flashing red for the briefest of moments.
I grabbed her chin to look at her, I already hate her frowning let alone in my direction. “Why are you scowling at me?” I asked as gently as I could. “Um. I’ve never been possessive, but if another being looks at you as you are right now without my permission I will rip their throats out.” She said so matter of fact it sent shivers up my spine. “I’ll let you lead, my Xaoc” I said. She rolled her eyes, understanding my new nickname for her. She is perfect chaos.
As we walked the halls of her sky rise I couldn’t help but admire how successful her businesses seem to be. Intelligent chaos. We made it to a suite on the top floor that I could only assume was hers. I looked down to see her chewing on her thumb nail. Was she nervous? That’s adorable.
She opened up the door and I couldn’t help the laugh I let out. There were 2 different kinds a sex swings, a pole in the corner, a punching bag with 5 extras beside it, a human shaped punching bag that almost looked like solid steel and a wall of knives, only visible because the cabinet doors were open. Other than a few clothes scattered around the floor it was fairly tidy, mostly black with some purple black out drapes on the window. “I didn’t expect to have guests,” she said almost sheepishly. I just raised my eyebrow at her before going to look at her weapons.
They were pristine, all sharpened and so clean you could take them into a human surgery room. I looked at the scythe in the corner, the only one looking like it hadn't been cleaned. “That is my prize. I refuse to clean it since it ruined my modeling career for good” she said with a prideful smile. I turned to face her. Her scar was perfectly healed, not red or ugly, honestly it was beautiful. I traced it with the back of my finger tip as she closed her eyes and shuddered again at my touch. I don’t need to ask if she feels the same I do from my touch. I don’t even think she realizes she’s leaning her perfect body into mine. She still had her bra and pants but that was the only thing I didn’t rip or keep from our time together.
She let out a light sigh and pulled out of my grip. “Well I don’t have much, but I did have my staff run out to buy a suit for you. It doesn’t perfectly match the one I ruined for you but it should be close.” She turned toward her bed and pulled an Armani suit out of a bag. “When did you do this?” I asked, shocked. “While you were busy staring at my ass on the way I shot a text out. Ya know, modern technology.” Sassy little shit. I watched her walk into her closet only to pull out a replica of the shirt I tore through. “I said it was my favorite.
Backups are necessary in my line of work” she said with a shrug. I pulled the suit she got me on, the shirt was the only thing that didn’t fit. It was a little small, I felt my arms pull the seams but I could still move. I looked over to see her leaning against her bedpost, raking over my body with her perfect green eyes. Now I’m fairly certain the shirt is too small on purpose. I let out a soft chuckle before pulling her panties out of my waistband. She held her hand out and I just laughed again. Her eyes turned gold again. “Oh no” I said “these are my new favorite color.” I stuffed them into my new pockets while watching her hold back a smile. She is trouble. She pulled her suspenders back on and we left to find the group we so abruptly abandoned an hour before.
Daeva walked into the the bar first and signed something to the bartender. Everything she dis was hot. “What will you have to drink?” She said, turning to me. “Whiskey” I said. She grunted at me and signed something else to the bartender before returning to our seats. The rest of the group were chatting and laughing before they noticed us. Acheros saw me first and smiled with his giant lopsided grin.
He knew that Daeva and I would either get along great or fight until we did. Cocky shit, I bet he at least didn’t see part of this coming. The others fell into a silence that was obviously waiting for an explanation. The bartender brought two bottles of pisco, a bottle of Johnny Walker Black and one rocks glass. Daeva let the silence set and downed most of the first bottle before turning to the rest of them. I poured myself a glass like a civilized being and thanked the fates again while waiting to hear what she would tell our counterparts.
“I have agreed to host meetings at my bars for the foreseeable future.” She simply stated. I smirked at her short and sweet 'explanation'. “Andddddd” Than prodded. “And.. we can discuss the rest of the details together to find a plan that works for us all” she continued. Okay. Well that was short. They all just looked between us a few times with their mouths open. “Conversations with you two are going to be riveting,” Roo said with a laugh. The rest of them giggled. I nodded at Jaakob and Sirona who promptly excused themselves.
Which left the 7 to plan and talk details. I started with the question my beautiful love so eloquently asked about earlier: why now? “There are rumors around heaven and hell about wanting to start a new apocalypse. Something to bring the gods out of retirement. We all know that is not possible, but still the rumors persist. I am not sure who, nor do I have suspicions which is what makes this all the more concerning. This is why I pushed Mi-“ Daeva shot me a glare "Daeva,” I corrected “When I first got here. We all know her skill in battles and if she was not with us, we would have a slim chance of winning or survival for that matter. Acheros has been telling me much about all of you.” Everyone turned to glare at Roo. “Not cool bro” he said, shaking his head at me.
“He only told me simple things, to help me ease my guilt of waiting so long to join the fold. He told me much of you, Miss Zigor.” I was trying to win favor, and it looked like it was working by the blush creeping up her face. “I know I have much to catch up on, but I plan on following M- Daeva's lead as she seems to have been a better leader than I to you all so far.” I looked down at Daeva who was also now blushing.
I have to figure out how to keep making her do that. “Daeva will help me acclimate me into ‘modern technology’, and we will join the fights more to attempt to find our betrayer. Everyone will have a slightly busier schedule but otherwise can continue their lives as they are.
We will meet at whichever Morana bar is closest to the largest number of us once a month to go over new information. If we have no information then we can… enjoy each other's company.” Daeva almost spit her Pisco through her nose. How does she make insolence cute? “Sorry, sorry. You just basically said ‘let’s plan on hanging out once a month” She said, still giggling. “Well… yes. As I said, I want to be more involved. And I have some making up to do.” I said. We are basically gods, why is this so awkward?