Chapter 139: ♱ Chapter • 139 ♱

♱ I M P O R T A N T • N O T I C E ♱

This chapter contains scenes that can trigger psychological abuse, torture, rape and other sensitive issues. If you’ve been in abusive relationships or have been stalked by someone, we don’t recommend reading this chapter.

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Miguel ⋅• ♱

"What did I tell you to do, Azrael?" I asked as I pierced an eyeball with the tip of my nail "hmm?"

The fallen one sighed.

"He ordered me to have the duchess killed," he replied in a low voice, as it should be.

I smiled and my eyes looked for Azrael’s face among the darkness of my room.

"And what have you done, Azrael?"

His lips frown and I could see his shoulders curl.

"I... started planning a way to..."

"No" I interrupted "you did NOTHING" my hand hit everything on the table, on the globe that bursts on impact "I told you to KILL the fucking duchess and you, dear..." I sighed as I stood up "you did NOTHING Azrael, you kept smiling and walking around next to that thing that calls itself the king, and for what, am? He’s hunting the pope, isn’t he? He’s standing next to Samael, trying to save that little freak that Quinn insisted on giving birth to."

The words were practically spit out of my mouth.

"Our sister, sinned, Azrael" snored "she sinned and for that, I killed her" smiles "you also sinned, Azrael, but... I gave you a chance."

The eyes of the fallen remained fixed on the ground.

"You know... I wondered if you had died when I couldn’t break into the fucking dance, I wondered if by any chance they had discovered you..., but you were just busy fucking that fucking demon, weren’t you?" Smile, a broad smile as my nail slid down the neck of the fallen and descended, down to the buttons of his shirt "you failed in the mission I ordered you just to fuck? Um? By any chance... did you really want to feel something good enough to sleep with a mere demon? Azrael... if you want to fuck, I can always help you with that."

The voice of the fallen departed with difficulty as his face contorted.

"I will kill the duchess" said still looking at the ground, hands behind the body "that demon is the thing I will blame so that Callisto does not suspect and is also the one who is close to the saint."

I blinked.

"The devil?"

"Yes" he said briefly "she is the maid of the saint, the only maid of the saint and the only one able to put me in peacefully. Now that the duchess has come out of the emerald palace, I can effortlessly rip out her heart "her voice was lifeless, he didn’t seem to care about the demon and it made me laugh.

My hand slid down the cheek of the fallen.

"Great job, Azrael... you’re really evolving. All this is for love your star? Um?" My lips arched "want to see how she’s been? I can tell to..."

"No" his voice sounded agonized "leave her... please."

Smile.

"Really? So... would you take her place if I said I was bored?"

The lifeless eyes of the fallen fixed on me and in response, he knelt. His hands went up my pants and I snorted as Azrael opened the zipper and buttons.

Obedient.

He had become so obedient...

"Oh, dear..." I said as his mouth began to work and my hands sank into his hair, forcing him against my hip "you’ll have to do better than that... if you want... to save your... star."

Azrael coughed and coughed, but I gave him no time when I released his head. I grabbed his arm and threw it on the table.

"Come on, resist a little... it’s no fun if you just stand there like a corpse," I purred, but there was no response.

I snitched.

Bland.

For hours I had fun while wearing Azrael in every way I could imagine, from the most humiliating to the ones I just wanted, but the expression of the fallen bastard was always the same, empty. It was almost as if he wasn’t even there.

I dropped his body marked, dirty and bruised on the floor, his clothes had become torn rags and I sighed as I fixed my hair and buttoned my shirt.

"You have a week" I said looking at my reflection in the mirror as I finished dressing "a week to kill duchess and free the way to the saint; if I can not... your punishment will be much worse" my eyes fixed on him and smiles "Why won’t I be the one to fuck you and the others? They are not so kind."

I didn’t expect an answer, because I knew there wouldn’t be one. In fact, he probably couldn’t even speak after the way I used his mouth and tongue.

Smile.

"Clean up this mess" I said when I left the office and the angels at the door stared at me with doubt, as if they didn’t know what to do "just drop it in the garden and clean my office or something much worse will happen to you."

They rushed and all I could think was... why was I always surrounded by incompetents?

'Miguel' the voice of my father appeared in my mind and I felt my body and soul inflate with the divine power that invaded my being.

"Yes, Father," I replied closing my eyes and placing one arm over my chest.

'Samael is with the saint' he said 'you know what it means, don’t you know, my precious son?'

Smile.

Yes.

After Quinn’s fall, after Lucifer betrayed us, I had become the favorite son, the one our father was truly proud of and the saint was proof of that. It was my gift.

"Yes, Father" I said with a huge smile "as soon as the phoenix is dead, I will bring the saint back and we will make her come to her."

I could feel my father’s smile even though I couldn’t see him.

'The prophecy must be fulfilled,' he said as something shone before me, 'make sure the saint is responsible for the king’s death and she will be yours, my son. It will be the proof of my joy to have you by my side'

Smile.

Elaine would be mine and I would be the first archangel, the most powerful of the heavens and Father’s favorite.

"Amen."

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