Chapter 11

*Daeva's POV*

After Devland asked us to hang out, we all loosen up a little bit. We started discussing histories and how another apocalypse could even be possible. We talked for hours about logistics and plans and where our first locations would be. After Devland finished his 6th bottle of whiskey he seemed to loosen up as well. We started telling war stories and Devland and seemed to be moving closer to me all night. Or was I getting closer to him? The last official piece of business was him telling us that there needs to be a cone of silence. Not even the ‘significant others’ were to be told about the new threats.

We created a blood pact to ensure we all protected ourselves and each other. Once it was complete I couldn’t stop from saying “Avengers. Assemble.” Earning a laugh from everyone but Devland. Yikes. Jaakob and Sirona came back from the bar soon after and we started drinking even more heavily and telling more personal stories. My personal favorite was one of the few times Devland spoke up to tell us about Roo getting his ass kicked by a Kangaroo.

The nickname definitely makes sense now. All Roo could come back with was “yeah well you’re shit at surfing.” Earning a laugh from everyone but no more so than me. “I would give anything to see that” I got out, tears nearly streaming down in laughter. Devland just grinned down at me. Once the conversation picked back up he leaned down to my ear saying “I'll gladly show you, but only if it ends the way it did today.”

His voice was so deep I felt it in my bones. He gently bit my ear and I was wishing he would have given me my panties back. I’m certain that my face would match my angel eyes at this point. I’m a sexual person, but this was dripping in sultry longing and something else. I just looked up to shoot him a wink before anyone noticed. Eventually it was just Than, myself and Devland left. He was constantly touching me under the table and once in a while I would see him shift his pants. Than kept giving me a knowing look but thankfully let it drop.

Before Than could leave us I turned to Devland to ask him if he would like a suite here to be close while we are all still in the city. He smirked down at me and simply replied “I would love nothing more. I will have my things moved in the morning.”

Eventually Than left us. He gave me a quick look and asked if we wanted him to stay. I told him “no, Than but thank you. Oh, and you should take this. It seems that I’ll be busier than I thought this week” I handed the crumpled up number from Beth. I felt Devlands hand snake up my thigh as I handed it to him. He raised his eyebrow at me but closed his eyes and smiled. Than can see brief glimpses of possible futures, and he apparently liked what he saw.

Seeing it through his eyes it looked like his head was replacing mine in my redheads future. I gave him a wink and he raced down the stairs. I chuckled at him before moving to turn towards Devland only to come literally nose to nose with him as I turned my head. “Umm” was all I could muster. I will never get my bubble back. I turned back to the table to grab my bottle and motioned him to do the same.

Thankfully he obliged and stood next to me. Too close. I can feel my skin burning from having him so close. When he touches me it lights me on fire. Both sides of my being feeling almost stronger. We made our way to my top floor at an impressively slow rate. Neither of us know what we’re doing but neither of us want to leave the other. I don’t sleep in a bed next to someone, though.

When you are a part of as many wars as I have been, your dreams pay the price. I don't even let anyone stay on the same floor as me, so this was a concession. The 7 of us don’t need to sleep as much as humans, but it does help us rejuvenate ourselves. I sleep the bare minimum to help boost my powers and vessel but even that is fraught.

I hadn't slept peacefully since the war. During the war of the 6 princes, I was caught. They wanted to see how long I would last. What extent I would use my powers. They didn’t know I could read their minds, just that I could communicate with the gods. I got out after 8 days, after learning all I could about them. That was only after the vigorous torture I endured. There is a reason there is red in my wings.

I earned them with my own blood. The red in my wings are where they cut, over and over. Lucy gave me an upgrade though, to heal my wings once I returned with their plans, healing them and making them larger and stronger. I also earned the right to destroy my tormentor on the battlefield soon after. The same scythe that ripped into my wings left one more scar on my face then I removed the head of the prince of the 3rd circle of hell with his own weapon. It was the only loss that I do not feel sorry for. It is why I have been trusted by my peers for the rest of our existence, and feared by the rest.

I also throw a mean orgy. But I don’t sleep with people. Devland might be tied to me by fate, but that doesn’t erase the past. I won’t subject him to that, besides, the last person I fell asleep next to barely made it out alive.

After the slowest walk of my life we turned the corner and were at my suite's door. Devland stopped but I walked to the door on the other side of the hall. He raised his eyebrow at me and I jingled his keys. “Your suite.” I said, opening his door.

He narrowed his eyes at me like he was trying to break into my mind. He waited for a moment before marching over to me. I couldn’t tell if he was angry, happy or horny but I had a response ready for each option. He just leaned down and kissed me. Gently. He ran his hand through my hair as the other explored. I felt my whole body ignite. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed this gently and enjoyed it. He started pushing me into his room and kicked the door closed with his foot without his hands ever leaving me. He stepped it up a notch like he was reading my mind and pushed me onto the bed.

He wasted no time undressing himself but was taking all of the time in the world undressing me. I didn’t mind though, his body was a freaking sculpture without the comically tiny penis. No, instead it had an extra arm.

He stripped me back out of my pants while he mouth roamed my body. My body was on fire before he finally got the rest of my clothes off. He was all angel right now, practically glowing. The fates have lost their marbles. This man is mostly angel. Even his wings are dominated by light. He doesn’t like what I like, he might be more fun than I thought but I was sure there was a stick in his ass. Now he’s trying to make love to me.

I want to not like it but the demon side of me is practically humming. My angel side is even enjoying the attention, but my insecurities are screaming. I don't like angels, now I had one looking at me like I was the only being alive. Okay, maybe just this once.