Ashlandil

Hip hop?
Really?
Poor Kenali.
That wasn’t her thing at all, even though she would be exceptional at it.
I watched from the glass window as she moved about her new students, looking at ease already at them. She was moving through them as she talked, her hands moving with her words, and I could see the class start to relax around her.
You couldn’t help but adore her.
“Hello again, Ashley.”
I glanced over, seeing Francis walking towards me, his leotard a black and aqua scheme of colors.
This gay fuck, I swear. I hated how he looked at me, it made me incredibly uncomfortable, and considering how old I was, that was saying something.
“Hey, Francis.”
“Aren’t you working today?”
“Hmm? Yeah, I was just dropping Kenna off,” I shrugged, letting my hands drop into my pockets. “Wanted to make sure she got here safely.”
“Or so no one would ask about her bruised face?”
That sharp nosed little ---.
My eyes met his narrowed ones, and I clenched my hands, debating on ramming his head through this window so hard it popped off his scrawny shoulders.
“Are you insinuating I did that?” I hissed at him, not bothering to hide the venom in my voice. “I would never lay a hand against her!”
“I never said anything of the sort,” he huffed back at me, not backing down one moment. “I just now that it looks like it really hurts, and she won’t talk about it.”
I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t do it. It.... it was just some asshole who got what he deserved.” I muttered, thinking about Andy.
I hadn’t forgotten about it for one second.
I wasn’t working today, that was just what I’d told Kenali to settle her while she worked.
I was hunting.
I’d already asked around a little bit, I knew where Cronus was. He was about an hours drive out of the city, and it wouldn’t take me long to get there. I was going to hunt him down, question him, and be back for dinner, if it went my way.
Of course, Cronus was also the fucking size of a semi-truck, so I probably did need some reinforcements for this.
Now who else hated the bad angels as much as I did, and wanted to protect their little cinnamon roll Andy?
He would be here in fifteen minutes.
“Did some kind of ex attack her or something?” Francis was staring at me.
“Something like that,” I grunted, letting my eyes rest on her stomach as she stretched her arms upward, the girls mimicking her movements perfectly. “Over the baby.”
Now why the fuck had I said that?
Irritated, I sent him a scowl, hoping he’d go fuck off somewhere else. Francis just tilted his head at me curiously, crossing his thin arms over his chest.
“Is it his?”
“No.”
Yes.
No.
“But he thinks it is?”
“Yeah.” I grunted.
Stop talking to me, Francis.
For fucks sake.
“Ah. Well, I knew it wasn’t you, Ashley,” Francis told me after a moment, relaxing as he came to stand beside me. “I see how you look at her, you adore her. You look at her like you can’t breath without her.”
I couldn’t, not now, anyway.
I shrugged in response, feeling my masculinity going sappy.
I really needed to go.
Kenali glanced through the glass, and smiled when she saw me, giving me a slight wave. I waved back, returning her smile.
My precious girl.
And our baby.
She still wasn’t showing, there wasn’t one physical sign she was even going to have a child any time soon, and I doubted there would be for a while.
For her, at least, I hoped she didn’t until after her show.
I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, and I fished it out quickly.
“I gotta go, Francis,” I hastily stepped away. “Good talking to you.”
Not.
“You too, Ashley!”
God, since when were we even on first name basis?
I huffed as I made it outside onto the street, seeing the sleek black car waiting outside. The back door opened, and I sighed as Iriel stepped from the back, still dressed in his priest clothing, the car no doubt from the Vatican himself.
Probably blessed and washed in holy water.
Eugh.
“Hello, Ashlandil,” Iriel greeted me, a sour expression on his face.
“Iriel.” It wasn’t like I was excited to see him either.
“Well, you said there was an emergency with Andiel,” he frowned at me, clasping his hand tightly in front of him. “And that it couldn’t be talked about over the phone.”
“It can’t. But it’s bad.” I glanced around the street warily; I didn’t want to talk about it here, either.
“Come, inside the car. We’ll talk about it there, no one can hear us.”
I hoped.
I slipped inside the dark interior, growing uncomfortable beneath all the relics of God the car displayed.
It made me itch.
“Now, what seems to be the issue, Ashlandil? You called me all the way from London for this,” Iriel grumbled, settling himself and his ridiculous robes across from me.
I sighed, rubbing my face as I slowly began to explain the situation, leaving no detail out.
“Kenali is with child?” Iriel didn’t sound pleased. “And Andiel laid his hand against her?”
“Basically.”
“And you believe that Cronus is the culprit behind all this? That he is feeding Andiels darkness?”
“Seraphine wouldn’t dare do anything now,” I shrugged. “He’s the only one I can think of, though I don’t know why. Except that Kenali and I killed his traveling companions,” I rubbed my jaw. “But they deserved it and he knew it.”
“Yes, I heard about Raza and Theda. Raza grew dark, and Theda grew lost. It is not uncommon. What are your intentions for Cronus?”
“Torturing him for information until he tells me what I want to hear.”
“Ashlandil,” the godly angel glared at me, looking furious. “That is not how it is to be done!”
“And why not?” God, he was annoying. “Why can’t we just make him talk? Fuck, he’s the size of a house, Iriel. Do you want me to feed him tea and cookies instead?”
He looked like he’d like to ram my head through the window.
“You haven’t changed at all,” he scoffed. “No wonder Kenali left your side before.”
Ouch.
Right where it hurt.
“For her sake, and that of the childs, I see that something must be done,” he murmured, gazing upwards thoughtfully. “That child will be rare, a once in a lifetime opportunity. It will be more angel then it will be human, and if she intends to tell it the truth then.... my, it will be miraculous.” he chuckled.
Right.
Whatever.
“So what are we gonna do about Cronus and Andy?” I asked, wanting to stay on subject. “He needs to get the fuck out of the way, and Andy needs a chill pill. He fucking bruised her face, Iriel. He’s strong. This is dangerous.”
“I am quite aware. I will visit Andy myself first, and reconvene with you tonight. Are you going to tell Kenali your intentions? That you wish to destroy Cronus for her and that child's safety?”

I was still fifty fifty on that. One one hand, I figured after a couple days she would see that it was the best thing to do. On the other hand, she would pitch a hysterical fit because she didn't want another of our kind killed because of her, blah blah.
That would make the grand total of three and really she hadn't been on this earth quite a year.
“I'll tell her.” Eventually.

“Very well. I've gotten a room at the Mercury Hotel, so if the two of you need me, you know where to find me. I will visit Andiel and see the damage. I'd he has darkness in him, I will find it, even if it calls for an exorcism. After that, we can hunt Cronus down and do what must be done.” Iriel gave a heavy sigh. “All of us must come to an end eventually for our choices.”

True.
I was surprised I hadn't yet.
Seraphine would've killed me if Kenali hadn't intervened, I hadn't Forgotten that. I owed her so much, I had to protect her and that baby.
That was my focus now.
“I'll see you then, Iriel,” I murmured, slipping towards the door.

“Tell Kenali hello for me.”

“I will.”

I climbed out of the car, the door closing loudly behind me.
I wanted this to go smoothly.

I wanted everything to be okay.
"Ashlandil."

I glanced back, seeing Iriel had rolled down the window enough for me to see his eyes.
They gleamed from the darkness of the interior.
“What?”

“What are your intentions for the child?”

“What do you mean?” I frowned as I turned around to face him.

“It is not yours, it is Andiels. You will never be the true father of any children with her. She intends to keep it, but what are your intentions when she tells it that you are not it's true father?”

Fuckhead.
Why the fuck had I called him again?
I shifted with a huff, growing irritated with his prying questions.
“What does it matter to you, Iriel?”

“I only want to know if the child will be safe in your presence. “

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I scoffed, shaking my head as my temper rose. “It's Kenalis baby! I wouldn't hurt him for the world, not when it would hurt her so badly if anything ever happened to him! Jesus Christ, Iriel, what kind of fucking question is that?”

I glared at him, aware my glamour was flickering dangerously.
I was hungry, I hadn't had time to feed properly and Kenali took a lot out of me. I was growing impatient in Iriels presence, the righteous asshole set me on edge.
He was really starting to piss me off.
I just wanted Kenali safe, I really didn't give a shit but all the rest.
“I just want to make sure, Ashlandil,” Iriel sighed, leaning away from the window as it started to close. “We all know how unpredictable you can be.”

I glared at him.

When this was all over, he was next on my list.

Notes

So the plotting BEGINS.

now it's only a matter of... well, how much someone is going to mess this up.

Because that's what it always is! Lol

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