Rb: looking up from the paper says, “Did I just read…? Wait… The skull… The queen is in love… Angel you allowed-”
Angel: “I know! I know!”
Demon: “Great isn’t it! Lust, envy, greed, and the forbidden. LOVE IT!!”
Rb: “Angel, I’m surprised you let him have his way.”
Angel: “I tried so hard to stop it but trust me when I say this is the best compromise compared to what he wanted to write.”
Rb: “You mean it could have been worse?”
Angel: “Sooooo much worse.”
Demon: “Better! It would have made the story better. I was thinking of putting in a graphic sex scene with-”
Rb: “I’m just going to continue reading.”
Angel: “Yes, please.”
SIPPING TEA WITH THE EX-ASSASSIN AND THE TYRANT PART 8
Angelus hit the ground so hard, her teeth rattled. Groaning, she tried to pull herself together.
“You’re a sick bitch. You… and your sister.” That bastard said with a death note in his tone. His wrists jerked apart ripping free of the rope before landing on solid ground. He didn’t even note the rope burns on his hands.
He was a seasoned assassin, able to kill without a second thought and only think of it as a job. If she didn’t get to her feet, he would kill her before she had a chance to roast him in flame.
“Protect the queen!” Her soldier’s rallied, going for the assassin before she could give the order. Dragging her body up off the ground, she wiped her face of dirt.
Find the tea maker. Lord Demonis’ voice echoed into her head. Grab your sister’s skull and find the tea maker.
“Yes, my lord.” She whispered, scrambled for the skull scooping it into her embrace.
Her eyes caught sight of the guards falling easily to the assassin’s blows. In a way she had never seen before, he tore the wings off of two of her soldiers, seperating the faery from its source of magic. The action rendered them helpless to his killing attack. After snapping their necks, the assassin grabbed the newly dead’s weapons as their bodies fell. His speed, strength, grace, and cruelty was something to purr over if he wasn’t keen on killing her. As her remaining guards threw themselves at the killer, she ran.
She wouldn’t let that filth put his hands on her. Dashing from tattered room to room, she found several of her soldiers questioning the withering tea maker weaving on a wooden block of some kind.
“You three, go help my soldiers contain the situation.” She ordered before turning to the captain. “What have you found out?” She asked looking over her shoulder for any signs of pursuit.
“He’s talking gibberish.” The captain said, “He knows he’s about to die. Something about the tea sustained him for thousands of years, but he can’t use it anymore.”
“Hold. The tea allowed him to stay alive for thousands of years?” She asked.
“Yes, it can stop aging. Though forbidden, it can also cure death.”
Cure death! Angelus looked down at her sister’s skull. The most beautiful part of Angelus was Sherris. The older sister was her protector from their father’s habits and their mother’s neglect. Guiding Angelus like a beacon of light, Sherris was the one who taught her everything the queen needed to rule. Seperating from Sherris broke her heart, deepening the longing she always craved. Now there was a chance to have her wishes fulfilled and truly possess Sherris.
“Curing death will destroy the balance between Light and Dark, he called it a sacrilegious act.”
That’s how she would desecrate the ceremony. Perfect. “Then where is the tea?” She barked knowing time was wearing.
“Someone already claimed it.”
“What?! Who?” She squawked.
Before her captain could speak, a dagger stabbed him right between the eyes. She turned, throwing a wall of fire between her and the assassin stomping toward her. Death reflected in those eyes, cold, emotionless, and brutal, making her fear for the first time in years.
The wall didn’t stop him. Jumping, propelling himself, he spun a flip over the fire and landed beside her. She screamed in shock and disgust, throwing balls of flames as she backed up.
He dodged, kicking out a leg, but she jumped away.
More guards came up behind her, “Attack!” She ordered excitement racing through her blood. She’d never been as hot and turned on as she was in that instant. With death so close to her, she felt alive.
“Oh, I see why my sister chose you.” She licked her lips, admiring his strong build. Pulling her arm back, she released a whip of fire that swung out, slicing though two of her guards and slashed him across the chest.
He grunted, stumbling back. She squealed in delight, as she released another strike, crackling through the air. It hit the remaining soldiers before whipping him in the arm sizzling skin.
His other hand shot out, dagger flying. It was too fast for her to dodge, stabbing her in the gut. The strength of the blow made her fall back, dropping her precious sister.
Writhing in pain, she groaned, sitting up just in time to see the most horrific sight.
The assassin raised his leg, “Give Sherris a message: I’m done with her.” He said with extreme hate before stomping, boot crushing the last remains of her sister.
“Noooooooo!” Her fury and utter sorrow flamed, blazing red-hot, hotter, even hotter, until blue, fanning through the entire ruins consuming them both and all her guards. His screams were music, a symphony that combined beautifully with her violent wail of agony.
At least now she could be with her beloved for eternity.