Writing Prompts Used:
1. When it was done, he was a freak of flayed skin and missing face.
2. His blade was long, his memory longer still.
When it was done, he was a freak of flayed skin and missing face. The unlucky bastard’s innards spilled from his guts like vines hanging off a garden wall, close to the edge of Death’s sweet embrace while he was kneeling in a pool of his own blood and piss, his body held up only by iron chains that rubbed his wrists raw. Angels could only take so much pain. Razi had the angel’s red wings bound by a single ether rod that protruded through the wilting feathers. The only sound in the dark cell was the dripping of leaky pipes and the crunching from a crisp green apple that the torturer was savoring. Some didn’t like the sour taste of a Granny Smith but Razi loved mostly sour things. Blood still decorated his face like paint. Some of it dripped on his lips and added a certain copper flavor to the fruit.
The metal door to the room creaked open grating to all ears but music to Razi’s. A woman walked through the door. Razi’s eyes wandered over the woman’s elegant figure. Curvy and flexible. Pale, ashen from years of despair making her seem ghostly. Her hair reached past her shoulders a golden brown waterfall with a copper sheen. An oval face with hazel eyes that sometimes glowed like molten gold whenever an intense emotion crossed her face, which wasn’t so often anymore since a few decades before. She looked to be in her early 30s though she was a bit older than that. Nephilim weren’t immortal but they aged very slowly. Razi often imagined her on his bed, on her back…
“Did he talk?” she asked. Her voice was smooth as silk but had a heavy weight of authority.
“As I was removing his face he mentioned hearing about a certain woman in the Angel Republic who fought for a certain angel named Nero in these underground ‘dog’ fights,” Razi explained. “Angels of the Powers may be the toughest warriors of heaven but everyone has their limit.”
“Where exactly?” she asked.
“Las Vegas,” Razi bit into his apple muffling his words but the woman heard them clear as day.
“Did you tell Lord Iblis?” she asked somewhat anxiously.
“Only you, my lady,” Razi grinned.
For the first time in 22 years the woman’s face lit up. Her hazel eyes shined like gold nuggets with excitement.
“Tell him,” she said quickly. As she made her way to the door, a skip in her step, Razi asked, “What will you do?”
“I’m going across the sea to find this Nero and find my daughter,” she called then disappeared. Razi shrugged as he bit into his apple again. Once she had something in mind nothing stopped Lady Davina.
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His blade was long, his memory longer still. Gabriel sat on the bed of Delphine’s room as Kaila sat on the chair across from him holding his sword. In recent decades Gabriel didn’t care much for his weapon given the painful memories that came with it but at this moment he wish he could use it if only to make one more bloody memory.
“I haven’t been on a killing spree in a long time,” Gabriel joked darkly. “You’re making me miss those days.”
“You’ll get over it,” Kaila retorted. She remembered as well bitterly the Archangel about his roll in trying to wipe out all of djinn kind. “Right now you need to listen to me.”
“Yes, yes,” Gabriel leaned back with a grim smile. “You say my brother has gotten himself into some sort of trouble again.”
“He’s been missing for 8 years now,” Kaila repeated with mild frustration. She had been explaining the details for an hour already.
“Right.”
“You mean you haven’t noticed?”
“Michael and I haven’t spoken in 40 or so years…,” Gabriel trailed off. His amber eyes haunted by the ghosts of the past. “Frankly I’m surprised you’re even interested in an angel’s well being. My brother was the one who led Father’s army to wipe you all out.”
Kaila glowered at him. Gabriel noticed some ghosts of her own coming back to haunt her in this conversation of opening old wounds. Delphine sat behind Gabriel wrapping her bronzed arms around his neck and kissing his ear, nibbling on his ear lobe as her hand traveled south.
“Delphine... we still have company,” Gabriel warned with a daring smile making no move to stop her.
“Can we end this boring conversation and get back to you renaming my G-Spot?” she pleaded seductively with her alluring smile.
“You seem to have caught your second wind,” he chuckled. His laugh always made Delphine’s loins quiver it was so deep and smoky as if he always in a state of lust.
“Listen to me!” Kaila stood up the sword pointed at Gabriel’s throat. The Archangel just sat there staring. He waved the blade away, shrugging a disappointed Delphine off his bold shoulders. Delphine glared at the lady djinn with her big doe eyes like little chocolates.
“I’ve traveled a very long way to find you, Archangel Gabriel,” Kaila stated fiercely. “You’re the only one who can help me stop Iblis from doing something that could bring us all to our knees. With Lady Davina at his side—“
Gabriel shot Kaila a frightening look. His amber eyes became to fiery coals of anger and despair. He stood up grabbing the sharp end of his blade with an iron grip. Blood seeped from his hand as the blade cut deep.
“What did you say?” he sounded like he was meeting a ghost. He hadn’t heard that name in a long time. Delphine’s anger melted into concern as she watched the djinn and angel stare each other down.
“Davina Saber,” Kaila repeated slowly. “She’s working with Lord Iblis… I know the 2 of you have a history…” Gabriel flung the sword away with such a force that he knocked it right out of Kaila’s hands. Kaila thought he was about to charge at her but instead he walked away leaving her dumbfounded.
Delphine turned an angry eye at Kaila who asked, “What the hell was that?”
“Just when I thought he could forget her,” Delphine glared. “Why did you have to bring that bitch up?” Kaila was at a loss. “They have a history,” Delphine mocked as she rose to face the confused djinn. “You don’t know the half of it. You have no idea the number that woman did on him.”
“Educate me then,” Kaila offered.
Delphine’s shoulders tensed. She only said, “When I met him he was an absolute mess. He never smiled or laughed or even acknowledged anybody else existed. He was a ghost. But he was getting better… then you show up.” Delphine took Gabriel’s sword, “Just leave. Take your hopes with you.” Delphine left following her angel lover expecting to find him half way through a bottle of bourbon.
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