I woke with a start to being rocked violently and the sound of gunfire. Springing up I saw a hoard of Nephilim above us, surrounding us. I had never seen so many at once. Liam and Jason were already up, Liam's katana currently removing a head from the body of one Nephilim, Jason's guns blazing, hitting their mark each time. Todd was standing on top of the truck, his sickles already slick with blood; Devon behind him picking off the ones further out one by one. Fucking hell, no wonder I had a bad feeling. Their wings pounded, sending a thrumming throbbing into my head, I reached behind me to pull out my scythe. It felt alive in my hand, tingling with actual energy, light as a feather and deadly. The cool metal warmed in my hand as I leapt to stand next to Todd, our weapons glinting in the light.
"How long?" I asked, my back against his.
"Only a few minutes" he grunted, blocking an attack "they all came at once." Devon fired a shot and I felt the air move as the bullet whizzed by my head. In the distance I saw a Nephilim fall, his shot hitting the mark. Yet for every single one we killed there seemed to be five more, just where were they coming from?
"Is this it?!" I yelled back to Liam, "you think these fuckers are the nest?!" He swung his katana, efficiently chopping off a wing, blood sprayed his face.
"Has to be!" He shouted back, jumping in front of Jason. Jason aimed his pistols over Liam's shoulders and continued shooting as Liam tried to cut a path through the Nephilim. Their voices shrill in my ears, and the throbbing of their wings; it seemed so much worse than normal. Usually we had a small headache, their voices half angelic half human only bothered us a little bit; but this was on a different scale. If I was being honest with myself it wasn't looking good for us, we were going to tire sooner or later despite being in great shape, and it didn't seem like the onslaught was going to stop ever.
Then I saw it. And I say it because I couldn't tell if it was male or female. A Watcher angel. I pulled down my goggles and saw the rest of the team do the same. We had no idea which Watcher we were dealing with and it was best to be prepared. In my ten years as a Hunter I had only ever encountered two Watchers, and it was from a distance; this one however was closing in on us rapidly. My head began to pound and my movement felt slower, a normal reaction to being in the presence of divinity, even though they were fallen. I quickened my pace, and let out a grunt and my sickle connected with the skull of a Nephilim. It burst open like an egg and sprayed my face with the dark crimson ooze. Todd and Devon moved to the ground, Jason, Liam and I followed, making a circle facing outward. Weapons in hand we knew we would have to stand our ground here, or be taken. I heard Jason curse and reload his guns, taking the ones closer out while Devon continued to pick off the ones further out. Leaving the immediate threats to Liam, Todd and I. The Watcher came closer, its long golden locks flowing, long around its lithe body; wings outspread. The wings were a sight to behold, while the Nephilim's wings were dark, the Watchers were the purest white, in perfect symmetry with each other. I couldn't make out its face, the radiance of its skin muddling my vision even with my goggles.
"Earplugs NOW!" I heard Todd yell above the mayhem. I groped for mine and shoved them in, the noise levels immediately becoming manageable, I saw a look of horror cross Jason's face as he turned to me. The Watcher screamed and then I did as I saw Jason fall to his knees; clearly affected by the angelic burst. A trickle of blood trailed out of his ear, I grabbed Liam whose eyes went wide. Where were Jason's earplugs? I knelt down and grabbed his face, locking eyes with him. He just shook his head and smiled, opening his vest pocket and I saw it was empty. Where the fuck were they? He shook his head, clearly as dumbfounded as us. His pupils were blown, no doubt the effect of the scream, his blue eyes had become glazed over. I felt my throat get tight. NO! Liam's face was drawn, sadness in his eyes. We pushed Jason to the center of the circle, Todd looked back to see what was happening then his eyes went wide as he took it in. No questions asked, we just needed to protect him and get out of here. We needed to get back, now. He nudged Devon who quickly took in the urgency, and he began targeting the approaching Watcher. Even as his shots were hitting the mark they were not doing any damage or slowing it down, it was almost as if the bullets ricocheted off the angel. Fuck, we had to get out of here now, this was going to get dangerous. I saw Todd lean in and sling Jason's arm around him, lifting him. We closed the circle tighter and started to make our way toward the truck as quickly as possible, only defending when necessary. The sooner we got out of here the better, each scream reverberated through my head, I could only imagine what Jason was feeling. Both of his ears had blood coming from them, as well as his eyes, which were glazed over and completely white. He already wasn't long for this world and if we didn't leave soon he wouldn't make it. He never left his gear, what had happened?!
Finally we got to the truck, Todd started it up while the rest of us continued to fight off the flurry of wings. The Watcher angel was on us now, its attention laser focused on the truck. Yet it didn't get any closer, hovering right above us. Then instinctively I knew, it wasn't attacking, it was sizing us up. It opened its mouth and another scream roared from its angelic throat; the sound deafening even with earplugs. Jason tried to move his hands to his ears, but the scream had rendered us motionless. The Watcher came closer; then grasping Jason with both hands lowered him to the ground. Almost lovingly he cradled his body, letting it slowly slide from his hands; Jason unable to function anymore lay there hardly moving. His eyes were glassy and white, blood trickling further and further from his ears, I felt tears sting my eyes; no this can't be happening.
I couldn't move, couldn't even make a noise. A name burst into my head, Kokabiel.
Fuck.
Kokabiel, fucking Kokabiel. He wasn't just any fallen angel, he was a high ranking fallen; and the commander of an army of spirits. Residing in the nether realms it was rare to see him, and those that had never lived to tell the tale. He was known as the most sadistic of the Watchers, and one of the most powerful; and he had Jason. Frozen in place we watched in horror as the angel opened his mouth to scream again, ensuring we all could not move. No wonder those who encountered a Watcher rarely came back; these earplugs would not work against them. He began to strip Jason down, taking care with his clothes and folding them. Jason was trying to struggle but with little success, the scream rendering him more useless than us. I watched, unable to even blink, as Kokabiel knelt by Jason, grabbing a fistful of hair and forcing his head so far back I thought his neck would snap. Then he slammed Jason's face into the ground, I heard the crunch of his bones breaking apart, and when he pull
I wasn't sure what happened first, if it was Devon's gunfire or Liam's yell but we moved as one. Snaking through the Nephilim, Todd jumped in the driver's side and started the truck. The damn things had been too busy with Jason so we were able to get a very small head start, but that was all we needed. The tires screeched painfully as Todd violently peeled out. We jumped in the back, Devon's rifle aimed at the sky and Liam's katana at the ready. My scythe was out and in my hands, ready to slice anything that came for us. The truck bumped along the hard ground, dust kicked up by our speed and we saw them coming for us. We needed to get back to the safety of the base ASAP, then they couldn't get us. The base was surrounded by weapons, manned at all times and even if they chased us to the gates we had enough firepower there to take a Nephilim down. We also had to get back with the valuable information about Kokabiel, because if his screams paralyze
We didn't have to say why we were upset. It was obvious we were down one member, and while we would have to report and explain; everyone was willing to give us a minute to decompress. It wasn't like we could mourn him when we had been paralyzed and in mortal danger, now that we were safe it came flooding out. The tears, the sobbing, the screams all came flowing out of us as we allowed the emotions free rein. I'm not sure how long we sat there, but it was a good amount of time because the sky was darkening by the time we could move. We slowly untangled ourselves, our bodies stiff. Standing up and stretching to encourage blood flow we trudged inside, knowing command would want to see us, but also knowing we needed to clean up first. It had been a long and arduous day. We moved on autopilot, slowly, methodically. Each of us lost in our own thoughts.I felt like a robot as I went
The second he asked if I could handle it I knew it would be good, no scratch that; I knew it would be great. Jason always had an easy way about him, something that made you comfortable around him instantly. The same way in which when I looked into his kaleidoscope blue eyes, his hand around my throat; I knew I could trust him. That I could submit completely to him and he had me, and would watch over me. As he applied slow pressure I felt the lack of oxygen begin to make me lightheaded, then he let go. I grinned, licking my lips and moved in for another kiss."Good girl" he murmured, his teeth once more nipping and pulling at my lips. He pushed me on the bed and pinned my arms above my head with one hand. Straddling me he used his nimble fingers on his free hand to work my shirt up, sliding the material above my breasts, and pulling my bra down. My nipples grew taunt as the air
His hand slid through my hair, fingertips gently grazing my scalp, slowly moving toward the crown of my head. His hand rested there for a moment before slowly constricting, grabbing a fistful of hair; claiming possession of me. I could not move, not even an inch; startled I looked down into his eyes. They swallowed me whole in their bright blueness, the gentle crinkles of his laugh lines surrounding them. I knew with just that look that I was safe; that he had me in his capable hands. Mind, body and soul. In that moment while I recognized I was safe with him, he recognized he had absolute power over me."It's ready for your mouth to get to work" he said as he pressed himself against me, his rigid cock digging into my leg. I slid down his body slowly, dragging my breasts along his stomach and legs. His eyes clouding over with lust as I did so. I took the tip of him in my mouth,
I felt a shudder of anticipation shoot down my spine, causing my fine hairs to raise up. The thick braided cord flowing through his fingers with ease. My response was primal, my mouth growing dry and my body flushing with warmth. I grinned widely, knowing I was about to get fucked sideways in the best way."On your back" Jason said, striding toward me, slapping the rope against the palm of his hand. I jutted my chin out in defiance, refusing to obey his command and staying right where I was on my hands and knees."I said on your back!" His voice grew slightly louder, I cocked a half smile at him."Make me" I stated simply. He grinned, his eyes sparkling with glee. He was definitely enjoying this. He climbed on the bed behind me, one arm sn
The clack of my boots on the tile floor echoed around me. Headed to command, to meet and report to all the higher ups and the government of our findings, I was nervous. Knowing we would have to tell them of Jason's death at the hands of the angel. An image of him popped into my mind unbidden. His smiling face, hand rolled cigarette between his full lips, the barrel of one of his guns lighting the tip, causing a small ember to light. I was not looking forward to this, my body already missing his in a sense; he and I had been intertwined in a way we didn't fully understand once things became physical. Perhaps it was intuition on both of our parts. Not that Liam wasn't amazing, in fact I had taken what Jason taught me and brought it into the bedroom with Liam, and so far it had worked well. Jason straddled the gray area, the space between good friends and lovers; and we kept that delicate balance seamlessly. At first people were co
Liam wasn't stupid, he knew something set me off. Not that I was trying to hide it. The call wrapped and we spoke with Commander Ryan for a few minutes. Cassi would be joining our team, but first she needed to undergo training and testing, she was clearly elite material though he said. This Kenneth guy though, something bugged me. His manner was way too docile for a fighter, even if he was long-range. Devon had spunk for days and Jason, well he definitely had that ‘something’. This guy? I couldn't sense it unless he was just that talented at hiding it. If that was the case, I would find out soon enough, I always got a better read on people once I met them."Ver, what’s up?" Liam asked after we left. Devon and Todd easily falling into step with us.