The Kings Series #2 His Silver Hand

-Son of a bitch!- He failed once more. And his most powerful ally, Ruby was incarcerated. Councilman Ruxin was facing trial and death.

A fucking mess this was.

He had gained a lot of treasure from the raids but it was not enough. He had to come out soon and fight. Damn with keeping his identity a secret.

He had a weapon. One that would rock the Queens's world. They had no idea the kind of nightmare coming for them.

Faith and alliances will be tested.

All the careful planning will come to fruition with HER help. And she will help him. The woman had no choice.

She was his to command.

It's time to give her a call

Eager as always, she answered on the first ring.

"My love?"

"It's time for you to join me.”

"Where?"

"New York."

"Oh. And will I..."

es:

"Okay. I will pack my bags.”

"Good."

He disconnected the call, not wanting to hear her irritating voice anymore.

He married her for a purpose and his purpose will soon be revealed. Cries brought by painful cat o' nine leashes echoed in the darkness. He was familiar with it and he shuddered from the memory.

His master had summoned him and it was not wise to keep him waiting.

The punishment was in order. Their prisoner had escaped once more. Not physically but his pure untainted spirit was powerful enough to have given help to the kings.

His unblemished white feathers alone could cure demon poisons.

The unknown mercenary bowed when he reached the death angel's vicinity. Cold and eerie. It was a place from a man’s worst nightmare. At the altar, surrounded with gigantic black weeping candles, was the king's throne. Before the magnificent one was his captive.

An angel. Bloody and battered. Dark, magical chains surrounded his limbs.

The servant averted his gaze and gulped nervously.

"You failed.” A soft disembodied voice said.

“I'm sorry, my king. They had help.” Again, his eyes went to their captive.

"Yes. He will be punished. But you will too if you keep on failing me.” He trembled and he prostrated, showing complete obedience and surrender.

"How may I please you, my king." Whispering was the best thing to do, he didn't want to agitate his leader further.

"Plan an escape for my witch. And kill Rexin before the trial.” -Fuck!- The dark witch was kept in an impenetrable fortress and he didn't know the exact location. "Fail me again and I will kill you and your race.”

No! Not his children.

"I won't, my king." His voice trembled.

"Good. You may go. And one more thing..."

The man bowed again.

"Find the last druid. My powers had felt her once again. Free me and you shall be rewarded."

-Her? Impossible.- He didn't voice his doubts out loud, too afraid of his soul getting burned. "Yes, my king."

As soon as he said the words, he was transported back to his home office. The only person who had access to the dark realm was him. The only one who had direct contact with HIM, the Dark Angel, the bringer of death and plagues.

Shaking his tremors aside, he gulped the entire balloon of whiskey and strode to his open windows savoring the chilly air.

His place was a permanent stature on the alps.

He had traveled the world and did as his king had instructed.

He gave fate a hand and found his one very important piece of the puzzled.

A wife. A tool.

He will have the queens under his keeping soon.

Very soon.

Esmeralda

The High Priestess

Traveling with Lucifer, the demon king gave her a semblance of peace. She didn't know why. They were not mates and she felt not an ounce of attraction towards her friend, she knew for a fact he felt the same.

He just felt comforting to her restless spirit.

On a private jet, with their entourage bound to the seat of the council for the trial, they sat side by side.

She was tensed. Fighting with her sister, Ruby had always drained Esmeralda of her energy.

"Stop thinking about it, Esme. It had to be done." Her companion murmured. Eyes closed. He was trying to relax, too.

Well, let's give him something to think about.

"You should be ready.”

"Ready for what?" Lucifer was still too carefree. Limbs elegantly sprawled.

"Aren't you tired of your harem?" She asked in disgust. She had always loathed his legendary career with lots and lots of women. Well, he was a demon lover and seducer. Esme was not surprised.

"Actually, I dispersed my harem a long time ago.” He murmured back in a lazy tone. His dark head resting on the luxurious leather chair, lips lifted in a smirk.

-Huh. Good. Time for his surprise.-

“I'm glad you said that. I'm sure your demon queen will have your balls if you are not entirely focused on her.” That did the trick. He stiffened and opened his eyes.

"What do you mean, Esme?" He growled. Gone was his relaxed air. His eyes were flaming and his horns were rising. A testament to his longing for his queen.

"I mean, you will be meeting her soon. That's all you need to know. Goodnight, my friend.” With a flick of her wrist, Esmeralda was transported to her private domain leaving the demon king disturbed and agitated.

Good. Men should always be kept on their toes.

Laying on her bed, green eyes staring at the elaborate ceiling, she wondered if she will ever get the chance to fulfill her own destiny.

The prophecy.

Her Angel.

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The next book on the series is His Symphony.