Ashlandil

I would fucking kill Andiel the next time I saw him. I would rip his wings from his soul and shatter his human body into a thousand little bones with my bare hands.
He'd hit her.
He'd fucking hit Kenali.
That piece of motherfucking ---.
"She's... sleeping," Jinxx said softly, stepping away from the bedroom.
She had black bruises on her upper arms where he'd been holding her, his fingerprints visible against her skin. He shouldn’t have the strength to cause such lasting damage like that, not in his human form. And when he'd hit her, it shouldn’t have even left a mark.
Which meant something was wrong with him.
His angel strength was seeping through. I didn’t know if he was losing his mind, or what, but I would tear his head off if he ever so much as looked at her again! That, that demon didn’t deserve to even know she existed after what he'd done!
I clenched my hands.
I would destroy him.
Utterly.
So entirely that not even his soul would be left over after I mashed his body into dust.
And she'd bled.
Red.
Human blood.
Even the baby --- god I hoped it was okay.
What the fuck was wrong with him!?
Andy wasn’t a violent person, he never had been. It didn’t make sense that he would suddenly flip his shit and attack her like that, so violently, so angrily --- he'd fucking hurt her.
Hurt her in more ways then I ever could.
I could see it in her eyes, how devastated she was that he would lay a hand against her. She hadnt been able to speak through her tears, just sobbed, her arms so tight around her stomach I was afraid shed hurt herself. I didn’t know what Andy had said to her, but I believe it had caused more damage then even his fist.
Which I would make sure he would never be able to use again when I peeled the flesh from his finger bones.
"What happened?" Jinxx asked after a moment, standing stiffly across from me, the counter separating us. "Do you know? I don’t understand ---."
"I don’t either," I mumbled, running my hands down my face, feeling the anger barely keeping below the surface. It was all I could do not to lose my glamour, to remain looking human. It wouldn’t do for Jinxx to see me like I was naturally, with horns and demonic eyes.
"She was so scared," I muttered, letting my eyes open. "How could he HIT her? How fucking ---- goddammit I'll fucking destroy him!"
"Ashley, you have to stay calm," Jinxx said quickly, raising his hands warningly. "She needs for you to be calm. You take care of Kenna, let the rest of us deal with Andy, got it? We'll figure this out, this is what we do. i'm sure there's... some kind of explanation for this." He wavered, obviously unsure.
There wasn’t an explanation for this.
It didn’t make sense.
What the FUCK?
I would destroy him, mark my words.
I would show Andiel worlds of hurt, I would torture him and make him feel such levels of misery he would wish to never be born a human again. I would peek his flesh from his body with a butter knife, break his bones into tiny pieces until his very vessel trembled in horror at the very thought of existing another second.
I had been around millennias, I knew how to torture someone. I had wrote the textbook on how to cause the mortal body pain. And I would make damn sure Andy was aware of that by the time I was through with him.
I clenched my hands against the counter, feeling my rage start to bubble to the surface.
“Damn, Ash, I gotta go,” Jinxx says after a moment, looking at his phone, and my eyes flick to his face. “Sammi needs me back ---- I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Alright. Thanks for... coming over, today.”

“No problem. We’re here for you, man,” Jinxx squeezed my shoulder before stepping to the door and letting himself out.

I didn’t wait another second.
I was in the bedroom before the front door shut fully, and I kicked my shoes off as I crawled into bed with my woman, curling my arms tightly around her weeping body. She turned into my arms, sobbing weakly.
Her wounds were healing, I could see the bruises on her arms fading already. Her lip was no longer busted, but there was a black bruise on her cheek that would take longer.
I would ---.
“Shh, shh, don’t cry, my love,” I whispered, kissing away her tears, my heart aching; I wanted to take her pain away, make her happy again. I didn’t know what I could do to make her feel better, I just knew I had to be here for her, do whatever was necessary. “It’s going to be all right. The baby is fine. You’re fine.”

“He, he ---.”

“Shh, shh, I know,” I murmured, propping myself over her on my elbow, her eyes and cheeks red and puffy, almost raw from the amount of tears she had been crying. The flow from her eyes was endless, and I didn’t expect it to stop falling any time soon.

It was hard loving someone who was in love with someone else, but I had accepted my fate months ago. I would be here for Kenali, take care of her and that child, and I would make sure Andy never looked at her again lest I pluck his eyeballs from his skull with a dinner fork.
She curls up to my body, wrapping around me tightly, soaking my shirt with her tears, and I just hold her, cooing useless nothings that I doubted she heard. We laid there for hours, the sun long disappearing.
My poor, precious Kenali.
“It’s all right, my love,” I murmured, cradling her head against my shoulder were we laid, stroking my fingers through her red curls. “It’s all right.”

“I--- it’s not,” she hiccuped, her voice thick and heavy with... grief.

She was actually grieving.
I could sense it, she practically radiated an aura of loss, though I wasn’t sure what she was mourning.
I squeezed her tighter, unsure what to say.
Kenali...
“He.... it wasn’t him, Ashlandil,” she whispered after a while, and my eyes flicked to her face.

“What?”

“A-And-dy. It-it w-wasnt h-him,” she managed, sounding like she was choking. “Th-there w-was s-someth-thing w-wrong w-with h-him.”

I knew there was something wrong with him.
He was still alive.
“H-his ey-eyes.” she mumbles, shaking her head quickly. “Th-they w-were so, so dark.”

Dark?
“What do you mean?” I asked gently, cradling her body against mine.

“They...... they a-almost looked... black,” she whispered, a traumatized edge to her voice. “Like... like a demon.”

Demon Andy?
No.
Human Demon Andy?
l thought about how he’d been acting lately, his erratic behavior towards me and Kenali, his....
Fucking hell.
Someone had gotten to him.
Some goddamn angel had gotten to him.
“Son of a bitch,” I muttered.

Kenali’s violet eyes flash up to mine, glimmering.
I didn’t want to tell her that, though. I quickly just tightened my hold on her, forcing her face against my neck as my thoughts went rampant.
Son of a motherfucking bitch dick.
Dammit to the seven deepest pits of hell.
Damn every breathing creature on this planet.
Someone had gotten to him after all.
While Kenali and I had been so focused on ourselves, we’d let Andy down after all.
But... who the hell...
Why was I even wondering?
Fucking Cronus.
I couldn’t think of anyone else, though I’m sure there was hundreds of other Fallen who wanted to fuck Andiel over.
And they certainly had this time.
But Cronus was the first one who came to mind.
When Andy had come over and tried to sleep with Kenna, getting “what he wanted,” he had said he had seen Cronus somewhere.
And everything had just escalated from there.
Was Cronus the one feeding him then? Was he giving Andy his blood?
Humans wouldn’t go dark like that unless they were enamored or being fed dark angel blood, which without a doubt Cronus was.
I knew I hadn’t liked that stout fuck for some reason.
I scowled, my jaw clenching.
Cronus had to go.
Just like Raza, just like Theda, and just like all the others who would cause my Kenali pain.
I would kill all of them, no exceptions.
Seraphine seemed to have learned her lesson, but I wouldn’t put it past her to be involved somehow, if not the ringleader. She was afraid of Kenali now, rightly so, so I doubted she would attack her head on now.
She was too strong physically?
But Emotionally?
Kenali was literally a rollercoaster of feelings; up, down, sideways, to the fucking moon and then back to the fucking land of Oz, she was so damned unstable.
She was weak.
And that was exactly where they were hitting.
They were using her feelings for Andy against her, and after Bryan uploaded that video of us, they would be aware of her delicate state.
Which meant I would have to act fast.
Kenali would have to be back at the dance studio next week, so while she practiced, I would hunt.
I would hunt Cronus down and demand answers, maybe practice some of the scenarios I had worked up in my mind for Andy on him instead. And if he wasn’t who I wanted, I would finish him off and move on to Seraphine, and then to any other angel I came in contact with until I had some fucking answers.
And I would make sure Kenali knew nothing about any of it.
I didn’t want her to worry, to stress, about it, her condition too delicate. She already had issues with the black veins, with controlling her darkness, and now she was carrying a half-mortal child in her womb....
She didn’t need all this on her.
So I would take care of it.
I would take care of her.
I would fucking figure this out.
Besides, I was getting a little rusty in my torture department. I hadn’t had a good fun with my ideas in decades, and God knew I was a shitty fighter. Seraphine being able to get to my heart told me I had slacked too much, become too weak.
I needed to feed.
An exceptional amount.
I needed to feed so much that I was near invincible, no matter what that meant.
I just hoped Kenali wouldn’t mind too much.
Sleeping with her would definitely give me a boost, but she was in no mental state for any physical touch, and I would never push myself on her again.
No, she was off the table.
She was also the only female angel I knew with the lust sin so strong that it matched mine.
I was going to have to find myself some partners, quick. Some strong, hearty humans whose libido would sate me.

And fast.
Because this meant war.

Notes

Fuck fuck fuck GUYS.
okay, so, every week, like clockwork, something has been tearing into my garbage.
No matter what I do.
So, this time I boiled some jalapeños and crushed red pepper to spray it, right?
No.
I'm fucking dying.
Like my entire place is like some kind of pepper spray bomb went off --- complete with burning, eyes watering, coughing --- it's quite intense.
Next time I will use a gas mask.
But hopefully the animal will leave me garbage alone after this.


And I hoped you enjoyed the chapter! Ashley has declared war, so you know someone is gonna get the beat down! Lol