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Shepherd of Fire

Angels Looking After Me


The room crackled with electricity and the power being created and changed the very air. Shadows and Michael sat on opposite ends of the enormous marble table in the Hall of the Elite, sitting back on their feet and each in a deep trance. Michael’s eyes burned black, balanced by the white glow of Shadows’. The thing lay in the middle of the table--thrashing against its restraints.

It had not come willingly, knowing its existence wouldn’t last past this ceremony.

Shadows had taken Gates and Nike aside before they had started, a nervous wreck. They were now under strict instructions of what to do if she didn’t survive. Shadows knew the destruction he’d bring down on Heaven, Hell, and Earth would be devastating and He made the two promise to get all His children away the second she perished.

Both the First Fallen and the Archangel were naked, putting nothing between their power and the being between them. It was only the five of them--Shadows didn’t want His children there to possibly witness their mother’s true death and didn’t want the Elite there to take advantage of His weakened state. Michael’s two children that had joined them in Hell were back at His castle. Once in the great Hall, doors had been locked and spells cast.

The two powerful beings let their force culminate and thrust their hands forward--eyes now blind to reality and acting on pure instinct--directing their efforts towards the creature on the table. The air split with a bolt of lightning created by their powers, into the thing as its screams filled the air.
Shadows pulled with all His might at His lover, His wife, His everything--as Michael pulled at everything else there--their child.

The horrific wails that echoed off the walls finally separated from two joined voices to two separated ones and in one explosive moment, both the Angel and Satan stumbled backwards, watching the two seemingly lifeless bodies hit the large table.

Before Shadows could move, His Queen was up and in a fighting stance, standing on the table and throwing herself at her recent other half. When the other demons in the room went to stop her, Shadows put up a hand to stop them as He stood up off the table to see what she would do.

******
I surfaced from the sea of half-existence, sputtering and gasping for being myself again as I glanced around. Eyes darting around me, I saw the other half that I had been solidified with, swallowed by. Animalistic urges surged through me and I needed to show him, my own child, he was submissive to me--that I was his Mother and his Queen and what we had just endured together would never happen again and no part of him would ever have control of me again.

Shoving to my feet, I pounced like a predator over him and forced his hands over his head, seething down into reluctant, submissive neon green eyes. No words were said, but he immediately understood and opened his hands in surrender to me. Calming somewhat, I let go and climbed off of him, suddenly aware of our surroundings. Everything caught up to me at once and I swooned, falling into my Lover’s arms as He ran to me. The light faded again, the last thing I saw being His beautiful face.

*******

“You’re gorgeous.” Anteros grinned wide at Andy, who was more than a little taken aback when he found himself being flirted with by the huge hunk of an angel, “I bet all the demons tell you that, though.”

The wide smile played across the fuck demon’s face as his eyelids lay lustfully heavy over the blue eyes of his mother’s, “I do alright. Have to admit, I figured you’d go right for my sister. You can have us both, ya know.”
Anteros immediately hardened in his pants, not realizing how easy this was going to be. He was used to convincing angels over hours if not multiple days to have sex with him. Grinning wide, he left all pretense and just shoved his hips up against the equally tall demon, hands on the wall around him, “I do technically prefer females, but not ones that look exactly like my own mother.” Pandora wasn’t currently in the room, but they had met before.

Adrestia folded her arms and mumbled to herself against another wall, trying to stay out of the mix. She was miffed when she was told to stay at the castle and didn’t get to follow her father, being treated like the child she was. The dark brunette felt extremely out of place--the vampire in the corner making her extremely uncomfortable as his eyes glowed at her and a creepy smirk hung at his lips. Two other male demons sat across the huge living room from the vamp, joking around with one another. A short demon with bright pink hair walked up to the vampire and sat in his lap and that’s when she had to turn away, disgusted.

At that moment there was a commotion and the front door busted open, one of the most beautiful things she’d ever seen stumbling into the room. Her eyes widened as the head of a dragon followed him in through the door. The built figure turned and petted the huge, scaly head, laughing a deep, echoing laugh.

“You know you don’t fit in here anymore, Ex. You can stay right there if you want, can’t imagine it’s very comfortable. Or go sleep in the gardens. Up to you. Thanks for your help tonight, we kicked ass!!” He pumped his fist at himself, nodding at the creature as if it had said something before turning and walking further into the room.

Adrestia cowered when she was spotted, her cheeks blushing when she immediately recognized his beautiful face and hazel eyes.
“Well, hello…” Long legs carried the filthy demon her way. He was sweaty and dirty and his clothes tattered like he’d just been in battle. Something told her she should find it revolting, but she was only fascinated--her eyes captured by his when she finally raised them. He walked up to her, alarmingly close, and touched a finger to her cheek. Immediately all fear and confusion of the situation left and was replaced by her usual confidence, “Who are you, beautiful angel?” His dark dragon wings arched high behind him, clearly a display.

“Adrestia. Goddess of revolt and balance. And you are?” She stood taller and emboldened her voice.
“Deiros. God of fear.” The mohawk of scales on his head moved and breathed as if they had their own personality. He folded his arms with a smirk on his dimpled face, “The sleeping dragon is Exdeth.”

“You’re not a fucking god, Deiros!!” James shouted from the couch, blue eyes peeking over the back of it at the soldier.
Dimples firing, he bolted across the floor to tackle the horned one as he yelped, “Oh, yeah? Then why can I do this?” With a single touch of his finger, James was cowering and whimpering and begging to be left alone. As Deiros got up and laughed down at his half-brother, everyone else rolled their eyes.

“Where is everyone, anyway? Gates? Dad? Diem?” He ran a hand over his scales. They all looked at one another as Andy and Anteros walked over. The three angels had appeared in the castle, but Michael and Shadows had left immediately without a word.

Zacky’s glowing eyes looked around as they all figured out he knew something.
“Spill it, vamp,” Johnny crawled out of his lap and Vengeance adjusted himself with a huff.

“Diem’s in trouble.” He looked warily around at the rest of them, not wanting to alarm her children, “Instead of giving birth, our...offspring...just took over her body, sort of. It’s like this thing, half female half male. Kind of weird,” He ruffled his own hair, having a rare moment of awkwardness.
James plopped down on the couch near his friend, “Dude. You didn’t.”
“What?” Zacky innocently raised his hands.
“So is it, ya know, a chick or dude down there? Which half is what? What did you do?!” Johnny giggled, insisting on details.
“I have no idea what--”
“That’s, like, partly your kid.”

Vengeance finally all out blushed and threw up his hands, exasperated, before folding his arms, “I fucked it and jerked it off at the same time.”

Adrestia inhaled in shock, Anteros’ jaw dropped, and all the others only gave haughty chortles at the vampire--teasing him about how he’d give it to anyone and anything.
“I was curious, alright?!” He furrowed his brow further, “Anyway...Shadows and Michael are doing some sort of ancient ceremony to separate them.”

The younger generation had no idea she was in danger, figuring the Devil knew exactly what He was doing, and went about their business. The fully white-winged angel shamelessly grabbed Andy by the crotch, so Andy grabbed Anteros by the hand, yanking him down a hallway.

Heading back over to speak to the other angel, the built one smacked Johnny on the back of the head as he started riding Zacky, “You two, get a fucking room.” Looking barely down into dark brown eyes, Deiros shield her view of them with his wing, “I apologize for them.”

“No need. My brother’s busy assaulting who I assume is one of your brothers?”
Deiros chortled, his dimples popping again, “Half. And pretty sure he can handle himself. Andy’s a fuck demon.”
Her eyes widened, “A what?”

Before he could answer, Deiros felt the star in his shoulder and saw the one fly into her neck. Turning to growl at Johnny, who was cackling as he got fucked, he soon had arms full of a dark brunette angel.

“Can we at least have some privacy?” Adrestia whispered before their lips met and parted. He didn’t answer, but took her hand in his and flashed them to his room upstairs.

Despite the star, he could smell the fear returning to her, mixed with lust. They were already entangled on his bed, his erection digging into her thigh, but he had to know where her fear came from, “Have you never done this before, darling?” He panted from her neck.

Her hands were busy playing with his responsive scales, making his eyelids flutter, “I’m only days old, and no!” Despite her wanting him beyond her mind’s comprehension, she still resented the implication she may have done this previously.

His sideways smile was making her wet as he stood up a easily ripped off all his torn clothing. Climbing over her, Deiros growled as she stared, “Don’t worry, I’ll work you up ‘til you’re begging me for it.”

*********

I felt the blood drip in between my lips and instinctively, I licked and sucked at its source. So thirsty for its sustenance, I drank heartily as its power restored me. My mind too hazy to even realize who it was, I eventually hummed up against the neck, my arms wrapping around a shirted torso and my legs around jeaned hips. The second it turned sexual, though, I was slammed back into a hard stone table.

Gasping for air, I opened my eyes to find Synyster breathing hard over me--concerned chocolate eyes looking me over as the wound at his neck dripped.
“Thank fuck…” He whispered, climbing off the table.

I turned to find my Love standing there stark naked, tears running down His face as His hazel eyes met mine. Shadows sat me up into His comforting arms, His large hand petting my hair, “D...my Queen, my Love…”
I tried to keep a strong exterior in front of the others, stroking His long hair as He clothed both of us. Michael stood back against the wall and my eyes filled with question up at my King.
“Why is the Archangel here?”
“He was the only one strong enough to help me separate your souls,” Satan whispered.
Locking eyes with the heavenly creature, I wholeheartedly nodded at him, “Thank you, Michael.”

I stood up and glanced over at our newest child as he stood there, quiet and now clothed. He was tall and strong, but much leaner than Shadows. His jet black hair came almost too his shoulders and fell slightly in his pretty face, bright green eyes peeking up at me through it. When he grinned wide, his fangs sparkled. It was a happy grin, not teasing like vampires usually sported.
Walking up to him, I took his hands in mine, looking up into his glowing eyes, “I’m sorry we had to meet in such a fashion, love.”
“It’s alright, Mother. As long as you’re alright, that’s all that matters.”

Shadows walked up behind me and kissed the vampire’s forehead before looking down at me, “I’d like to name him Dracul, as was the last vampire I made. A new generation of powerful feeders.”
We both loved this idea and agreed.

I then turned to Gates. He was quiet and looking at the floor. I innately understood that whatever had occurred must have weakened Shadows, so he had to be the one to help me recover--saving my life like he always wanted. My hand went to his jawline before I wrapped my arms around his neck. He hugged me back, his chest tattoo humming happily in relief.

********

Notes

Yay, she's ok!!! Of course, as you know, smut must follow this!!

Thanks for reading and commenting as always!!!

Comments

@Buggaloo
A year?! No way! Sooo sorry guys! I do love this story but man am I stuck! Other stories have captivated my attention, plus I'm trying to re-write Blinded into an actual story to try and get printed :)
I will consult with Overneath, she's really great at jumpstarting me sometimes!

violetvictoria violetvictoria
4/24/20

A year, Shade. A whole year. I've been patient. Please?

Buggaloo Buggaloo
4/23/20

It's been 2 months. I'm pouting over here. I need more.

synology synology
5/10/19

@synology
Haha, thanks for the reminder! Good to know this is still being read, lol!!

I need moooore.

synology synology
5/2/19