“There are rumours, he’s partial Angel,” One said.
Dukael whispered to the others who surrounded him, “We can’t just defy the laws, there’s a killer on the
loose, if we break the laws we betray the Orderian oath we made to the Lightwatchers. The Advisors
would order a massacre, they would send the Legions, and we would have no protection from them,
they’re merciless, our parents won’t aid us in this, even if they wanted to.”He paused, when no one
interrupted him, he suggested, “We should wait for Raphael.”
Liam yelled, his voice hoarse, but solid, as it echoed through the expansive room, “So now you’re all
scared of half breeds, I thought you Angels- purebloods, what happened to be superior. The Tempters
children you despise so much would never shy from a fight, much less from a pack of Legion half-
bloods.”
Dukael marched up to Liam, his purple eyes cut with frustration, as he ran his fingers in his red hair,
which was now short and spiked. Liam would’ve probably blocked this from a mile away, if he wished,
and proceeded accordingly, which would mean brutal death, but he knew exactly what he was doing,
and here in Asguard there was no better way to get answers because one thing was for sure, they
hated ALL besides themselves.
He chimed, “Things could be much easier if you and the others just answer my questions Dukael.”
Liam pointed out dryly, as he sat straight up, resuming the position he stayed in for the past few hours.
Dukael kicked his face again, no blood spilt from his mouth. The marvellous thing with Asguard was
that there was never bloodshed on the holy land, it didn’t condone violence, so no matter how much it
hurt, that was as far as it went. Except if one shielded a Harpien blade, which only a full pledge Angel
could command and unfortunately that list didn’t include Asguardians who hadn’t earned their way to
the Infinity yet.
Though, he did know of a few who were not bound by the laws of the Harpien blade.
Twenty minutes later Liam felt a headache come on, the spell he put on himself fading. Soon he
wouldn’t be able to maintain this calm solitude, and if that happened, then so help them all.
“I don’t know anything about Franchesca, or the killings and if I did.” Dukael said proudly, as he
boasted his bravery, “I still would never tell a filthy Caster,” he spat at Liam’s feet, instead of his face.
The indecision saved Dukael his life by a hair's breadth because amongst the angelic breeds it was
considered worse than swearing or name-calling to spit in one face, and if Dukael did, to Liam’s
brother, Kole, it was an excellent excuse to kill Dukael.
Liam was not among those who cared about that which seemed so minor to end a life, but he had killed
for less, much less, so he’d play along. He stared at Dukael, contemplating his next move, but stopped,
to imagine his brother’s face, when he told him about this.
He kept his features emotionless as he was on the inside, the very thought made him cringe internally
because as much as he wanted his princess, he might never be able to love her the way she needed.
But he wasn’t letting her go either, she was his, whether he wanted her or not, and Kalbreal had better
figure that out soon because he was coming to claim the Lightwatcher that belonged to him, right after
he sorted out what had taken him away from her in the first place, or who.
Liam blinked, “Kalbreal wouldn’t be too happy about this.”
Dukael spoke loudly, his eyes playful to a degree, “He’s a minor Angel.”
Liam thinned his lips, Dukael clearly entertained, but Liam was out of time, and his patience was
wavering in and fast. His instincts didn’t like his princess being so far from him while she was being
hunted, even if he had appointed those to protect her, they weren’t part of his eight, and Calub was
playing captive.
“So you keep saying,” Liam replied, “He’s obviously fooled you all, either way, I’ll get the information I
seek.”
Another Asguardian stepped forward, Liam didn’t know who he was, but by his stance and broad
shoulders, he was definitely influential among the Angels’ spawn, “You are really arrogant for a Caster
and stupid coming into our realm, threatening our kind.”
Liam stared into the ageless yellow eyes, painting a picture of someone succumbed with years of
agony, unwanted, unloved, unravelling this male specimen piece by piece. The man stepped forward
attired in a long gold silk robe like some of the other Asguardians had worn for this grandeur.
He didn’t wait for Liam to respond, he just snapped, “Did you think we were just going to let you walk
out because Kalbreal has taken an insane liking to you and your siblings, William Blackwyll. Do you
think we do not know who you are, whose blood runs in those veins, look at you betraying an Angel at
the first opening you get?”
Liam thought for a second, as he rubbed his chin, still feigning a relaxed position in the chair.
Dukael now a few steps away from Liam, and the other man who now waited for Liam to speak, with a
triumphant stare.
Liam shook his head, he was very disappointed in this breed of descendants, “Yes,” he shrugged as a
matter of fact, “Well,” Liam corrected himself, with confidence that exuded all of them in the room, “Let
me rephrase, no I don’t think, I’m certain that you haven’t a clue whose blood runs in my veins,
because if you did, we’d not be having this conversation. And I did consider the repercussions of
entering this place and when I added it all up, the decision was obvious, really, ‘see the conceited
bastards’.”
Dukael neared Liam, stepped in Liam’s path to defend him from the wrath of the Asguardian who now
clasped a sword in his hand ready to thrust it in Liam’s direction.
“Tahros.” Dukael called out at the top of his voice, “You need to stop, I am still in
charge.”
“Tahros.” Dukael called out at the top of his voice, “You need to stop, | am still in
charge.”
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