House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Chapter 62 (Liam)

Tahros barked, “Get out of my way Dukael.”

Liam could tell that he had overstepped his boundaries just a bit, but then again, it wasn’t like he set any. He planned to simply get answers, though he had to admit, he enjoyed the theatrical performance which was taking place.

Tahros thought he could take him in a fight, but Liam would wipe him out in barely the first tick of the clock, and he would do that soon.

A voice screamed from the back, “ENOUGH” it was unexpected, and feared amongst the Asguardians because most of them sat down or quieted, even Liam had not expected it. He sat up, back straight, shoulders squared, eyes following the owner’s voice.

Some, Irin possessed an uncanny gift, the mark of the knower, the Lightwatchers called it. The Angels called it Alurya. Liam had seen his fair share of them, but with the help of his brothers’ sorcery and a pure crest stone versed by a Blackwyll, he created a force field shield that would protect him and his siblings. He made sure his shield was strong and impenetrable as it blocked his hierarchy and identity with dominance only he possessed. He did it whilst he considered that voice and absorbed his surroundings.

The room was filled with gems and precious metals, most of which was expected, among the Cherubs young. The base of the very chair he sat on was made from titanium and blue sapphires, whilst the sponge part was made from raven feathers wrapped in spiders silk.

He didn’t need his suspicions confirmed when he could easily see that the Asguardians had been taking more stuff from the Infinity, maybe even stealing.

Liam was certain, that the law for removing treasures from the Infinity was very specific- only on the rarest of occasions, when an Asguardian rose, were they allowed to retrieve one thing from the Infinity

to leave behind in Asguard, it was common knowledge amongst all Orderian.

He waited until he caught sight of the strange man when he did, he couldn’t believe his eyes, the words made out of his mouth, were as soft as a whisper,

“Aneil.”

The man rose nearer to Liam, his black eyes narrowed on Liam. His once golden blonde hair that had once glowed at night, now white, and plaited down his back. He regarded Liam, taking his hand out to touch him,

“If you touch me,” Liam threatened, “you will die.”

Liam thought quickly, he needed to warn them, he closed his eyes, focused on Jullie, his mind whispered into hers, “Warn Kalbreal, tell him Aneil is here, don’t tell him my whereabouts, not yet.”

“Be safe,” She whispered back to him, through the permanent channel in his mind opened for his siblings.

Aneil now stationed right in front of him scoffed “You know my name Lightwatcher, you have been schooled well, but not well enough.”

Liam stared at him, wryly, he said, “Lightwatcher? Demoted from Caster to Lightwatcher, I should be offended.”

Aneil hissed, “Don’t undermine me, child.”

Liam stood up, clearly taller than Aneil, his spell had worn out, and so did his patience. Then he spoke, “There’s a killer among you, seven Lightwatchers drained of their souls, in a matter of a week.” His voice echoed in the hall, “Raphael’s refusal to aid the Lightwatchers has now made you the prime

suspect, I’ve seen those bodies, that is the work of an Irin, who says they won’t turn on you? Asguard needs protection.”

Pause

“Unfortunately for you, the Garde had already notified the Legions, as of two days ago. I don’t need to remind you of the seriousness of this circumstance, Aneil is a Cherub, an Irin in rank. But this isn’t his land, it’s yours. The Legions would retaliate in death, they would show no mercy to a dying breed when none is shown to them.”

The Asguardians were quiet, attentive, and patient. He continued, as his hands moved with subtle signals, captivating his audience, “I stand here not as Caster, Lightwatcher, or Asguardian, but as one residing on the earth.” Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

His voice deepened, he wanted to be heard and he was heard, “The Lightwatchers WILL blame you for the killings of their own. I offer you protection on behalf of all Draiken AND Blackwyll. I only ask you to tell me who’s the third Irin that arrived yesterday, speak his name and I’ll bid you farewell.”

Aneil was the only one who laughed at Liam. Dukael stepped back, and other Asguardians moved forward, their looks were thoughtful, as they considered his offer.

A lady stepped forward wearing a black silk dress, her crimson hair curled in golden pins. Black shadowed bronze eyes lined with coiled makeup, bloodstained lips oozed seduction, but her wild pheromones she gave off did nothing for Liam. It was surprising that some Asguardians still maintained the temptation gene from their parents, but mostly annoying when they tried to use it on other angelic descendants because it never worked, it only sent a silent invitation, one that Liam was not going to answer.

She purred, “I am Ulaidea, lady of Raphael, unlike the other’s I do not coral with you, William Blackwyll.” Her soft voice made to allure a male to his knees, but only aggravated Liam. He liked his women warriors, those who could yield a blade.

“My years on this earth has taught me many things,” She asserted, “I am no fool when it comes to knowledge or wisdom, no mere Caster could have walked freely into Asguard, the guardians would have given their lives in our protection.”

She faced the others in the room, raising her voice as her confidence tangled with her words, “Yet all the guardians are in their positions, unharmed, unafraid. We have questioned them countless times, yet all are ready to die for William Blackwyll, to be no more, for the one who my kind claim a beast, yet I see no hatred in those eyes, no fear, no torment, they are the eyes of a pure soul, but so was the Archangel Azazy-el, yet he turned out to be our biggest disappointment.”

She paused, while Aneil remained quiet, his eyebrows gathered closely together, in deep contemplation. Liam felt a prickle in his nape, it appeared that Aneil was attempting to warn the third Angel, or Irin as the Angel in question was no minor Angel, but one of rank, but Aneil’s attempt would remain just that, an attempt. Liam had put mental shields on the whole of Asguard, allowing no one to communicate telepathically beside himself. Yes, he was that powerful, it didn’t even nick into what he was truly capable of. If these people knew who he was, they would be writhing in fear, not vengeance.

Ulaidea didn’t face the other Asguardians but kept her attention solely on Liam. He was impressed by her observation, but not surprised, just disappointed, because his eyes gave nothing away. She sought a pure soul because it was what she wanted to see. Some made him out to be heroic when he could kill them without a blink of thought, he was merciless, but he had never killed without a reason no matter how small. He never blamed them, never bothered correcting them either, it was time wasted, though with every rare occurrence there were ones who saw him for what he truly was and those he kept close.

“Ista-el.” She said finally, “I don’t know if he or the other Irin are out to hurt the Lightwatchers or any other descendants but I do know that only Armatos was granted ward to the earth.”

Aneil slapped Ulaidea, “Traitor, to your own flesh and blood,” Her eyes fell to the floor in shame.