by Kaylee Kane
My stomach was fluttering with raw lust until Debbie suddenly materialized behind Urken. In her hand, she wielded a staff. She didn’t even look in my direction. “What the fuck?” I mouthed. I had so many questions spiraling in my head. I couldn’t help feeling a wave of jealousy rushing through me. Did Urken leave me here to get Debbie? But why?
The Agents of Darkness gnashed their teeth at him and got into their fighting stance. “More of them fools are coming to be killed by us.” Debbie pointed her staff at the Agent of Darkness who said it. “Not in my watch.”
The Agent of Darkness frowned at her. “And who the fuck are you?”
Debbie had the most arrogant face I had ever seen. It looked almost as if she’d turned into an Agent of Darkness. “I’m the Angel of Trickery.” The Agent of Darkness’ face twisted in disgust. “You guys have the most absurd job titles.” Debbie raised her staff high in the air and jumped the Agent of Darkness.
Urken sprang from his position and swung his sword at the oncoming opponents. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, catapulting me into action. Picking up my sickle, I turned around and started swinging it at my enemies. All hell broke loose.
When the last Agent of Darkness fell dead, the three of us traded looks. I was about to ask Debbie when Urken broke the silence. “The plan has been compromised. There’s a snitch among us.” His angry glare bounced between the two of us. I gulped, hating myself for finding his intimidating expression so fucking hot. If only Debbie wasn’t here to be a cock block.
“It’s not a big deal, right?” I shrugged. “We come back next time.”
Urken’s face took on a pained expression. “Professor Clem and Professor Ashura have been sacrificed during the attack.” My heart skipped a beat as my stomach clenched. His face took on a serious and sorrow look. “The Agents of Darkness knew what we were up to. They knew we were coming for them so they set us up.”
“Was it why you were gone?” I muttered, feeling the jealousy ripping through me. I couldn’t believe that Urken had left me in the times of emergency to go save someone else. I mean, I still felt sad for Clem and Ashura. But still…
Urken nodded. “They were in trouble. I had to go.” What about me? My eyes fell on Debbie, who hung her head low. If only Urken knew what Debbie had been planning, would he still put my life at stake to save her ass? I clenched my fists as the indignation brewed inside me.
“Let’s get back to the campus before more lives are at stake,” urged Urken. I wanted to say something in protest but in the end, I just nodded obediently.
10
Tessa
A solemn cloud of misery hung over the campus when we set foot in it. The news of Clem and Ashura’s demise had spread though Fallen Angels. All the residents had gathered in the cafeteria that was once so merry and happening last night, contrasting the mourning looks of the same faces. The lights were all shut off, only the candles on the benches illuminated the darkness.
A shrill silence cast over the sullen crowd. I sat in a quiet corner with Debbie. Not a word exchanged between us. I still couldn’t get over the fact that Urken had left me to save her ass when she was the one planning to forsake Fallen Angels. I mean, yeah, I did too but I had a change of heart. Maybe in Urken’s mind, I would always be the traitor, the flight risk.
I could have ratted her out but what good would that do? It would just look like I was trying to frame somebody else to clear my own name.
The thought made me madder. Being so useless and incapable made me mad. It didn’t help that the atmosphere was so grim and deadly and everybody acted like it was the end of the world. I hated mourning. It was ironic since I was the Angel of Death. I thought mourning was an unnecessary ceremonial where the living acted as if they cared. People should cherish their loved ones when they were breathing and not throw a sob fest when they were gone.
I bet half of the inmates here didn’t even know who were Clem and Ashura. Heck, they weren’t the two first souls being claimed by the Agents of Darkness. There were so many students who had fallen to Andrajvah’s scheme and there had never been an official ceremony until now. Why now? Why Clem and Ashura’s lives mattered more than the other fallen angels?
I couldn’t stand the constant drone of whimpering sobs. I couldn’t believe I shaved and exfoliated my whole body for nothing. My eyes darted in Urken’s direction. He sat there in the corner next to Mafento, his fiery eyes glaring into the distance. His face twisted in anger. His fists were clenched, thick veins throbbing across his skin. He didn’t look like he was in a mood for a quickie.
Mafento looked worse. He seemed completely devastated by the news of his colleagues’ demise. Clem and Ashura had more history with him than Urken so naturally, it would affect Mafento more than him. It didn’t help when Clem and Ashura were one of the few professors and veteran archangels left in Fallen Angels. With their demise, Urken and Mafento became the only two professors left on the campus.
The Agent of Darkness I encountered in the morning had been right. Debbie had been right. There was no way we were winning this war. Urken was too naïve.
I didn’t want to think about this anymore. I couldn’t sit in the cafeteria for another nanosecond. The frustration shooting through my veins catapulted me off the bench. Heads turned in my direction. Debbie lifted her chin and her eyes stilled on me. She didn’t say anything. I thought it was a good idea since every time we said anything it would end up in a bicker.
I took a glance at Urken and Mafento who turned at me simultaneously. My heart skipped a beat as those pairs of hungry eyes fell on me. The dirty thoughts that had been brewing in my head blossomed into nasty fantasies that made my pussy wetter. Shame spread through my face, making my temperature rise. My breath was stuck in my chest.
I felt sorry for Professor Clem and Professor Ashura for thinking about Urken and Mafento’s dicks during their memorial, but I couldn’t help myself. The heart wanted what it wanted. I sucked in my breath and left the cafeteria before it was filled with the smell of pussy. Once out of the door, I bolted down the eerily empty hallway. The usually quiet campus was even deader than before. It felt like I was the only one there.
Urgency catapulted my feet down the hallway until I burst through the door of my room. Panic engulfed me when I saw a vague shadow flitting in the dark. My breath was knocked out of my lungs as I stood there frozen in shock. I thought maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me or it was just a product of my own imagination.
My heart stopped when the silhouette turned around, the crimson eyes glowed in the dark as they interlocked with mine. “What the fuck?” A gasp escaped from my chest as my hand flew to grab for my sickle at my waist.
I lunged into the darkness, raising my sickle high in the air. “What are you fucking doing here?” my voice reverberated through the hallway I thought the inmates in the cafeteria might have heard me now. A wave of urgency and anger ripped through my veins. In the split second, the silhouette grinned, baring the white fangs at me before it jumped out through the window.
I rushed towards the window and looked down but it was nowhere to be found. I blinked quickly, wondering if it was even real. I was about to jump off the window when the lights suddenly turned on. My heart somersaulted up my throat as I turned around and was met with Debbie’s face. “Holy shit!” I yelped as both of us jumped in the air. I was huffing and puffing when I asked, “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I’m just checking if you were alright. I heard you screamed in the hallway and thought something happened,” said Debbie, looking genuinely concerned. “Remember the buddy system? It still applies.”
“Right.” I shook my head and sat down on the edge of the bed. “I thought I saw an Agent of Darkness in the room. I must be too tired.” Debbie nodded and hung her head as she sat on her bed. “I know.” I looked at her, fighting to conceal my hatred for her. It wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault Urken went to save her. He was doing the right
thing.
“So what happened back then?” I asked and regretted it immediately. As much as I wanted to know what happened, I wasn’t sure if I could bear to know the truth. Debbie shook her head. Her glassy eyes looked pink. Sure her supervisor just died but I didn’t think it would affect her that much.
“It just happened too quickly. We were walking into the abandoned temple and the next thing I know, the door shut behind me. The Agent of Darkness lunged at me. I was in shock. I thought that was the end when Professor Ashura jumped in front of me.” Debbie’s voice cracked and she started weeping. I wanted to roll my eyes. I got out of the cafeteria to escape the sob fest and there was Debbie. “She sacrificed herself to save me.”
“There, there.” I patted her on the shoulder. “So how come Urken went to save you?”
“I fought on but then I realized I was too weak to hold them all back, so I sent a telepathic message to Urken asking him to help…” A surge of anger and jealousy shot through me. Debbie and Urken had communicated telepathically? How could they? It was an emergency but still…I couldn’t believe it. Telepathy had always been a sacred and intimate form of communication to me.
I should really be a better friend and console Debbie but now I was wishing for her escape plan to take place sooner. I couldn’t bear the idea of sharing Urken or Mafento with another.
“At least you’re safe now,” I said lamely and went back to my side of the room. I didn’t want to be thinking about Urken right now. At least on the flip side, I didn’t have to be facing him tomorrow. I was just too silly to think that the alpha archangels would just be heads over heels with me if I turned a new leaf and became a goodie two shoes who would do whatever they said. I was just too naïve to think that I needed to prove myself worthy to someone who would replace me within a split second.
The surge of anger rushing through my veins made me want to pick up the nightstand and toss it out of the window. I would have done it if Debbie wasn’t here. Speaking of ruining my day, now I had to cancel my sexy time plan too because of her. Maybe the idea of leaving Fallen Angels wasn’t that bad.
The archangels were running low in number and Andrajvah’s army would soon defeat them. Plus, why would I gamble my life for someone who didn’t give a fuck about my safety? A wave of futile rage swept over me. I reached for the drawer for my journal when I noticed it was gone. My stomach plunged when I dropped on my knees and started rummaging through it.
“Debbie, have you seen my journal? It’s black,” I said, panicking.
Debbie looked up. “Huh? What journal? I never touched your shit.” Fear ran through my veins as the recollection of the other day when Mafento found my journal flashed in my head. Oh god, not again. It was embarrassing enough to be caught crushing on my own older professor and yearning for his cock. The last thing I wanted was for anyone of them to find out that I had a threesome fantasy on two of my professors.
I jumped onto my bed and searched through my pillow and sheet in a futile effort to find my journal, though I never misplaced my stuff. I was a very organized person and my stuff had to be in their own places.
I plopped down on my bed hopelessly when my thought went to the Agent of Darkness. Maybe he wasn’t a delusion. Maybe he really did exist and my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me. Maybe he was the culprit who stole my journal. Of all the things he could steal, he could even fucking rip someone’s soul and turn them into another mindless slave of Andrajvah, why the fucking hell would he steal my fucking journal? Had they stooped so low to resort to using my private stuff to threaten me to submit to the king of the Underworld?
“Are you okay?” Debbie asked from across the room. “Is the journal important?”
I wasn’t in the mood for chitchat as I contemplated my escape from Fallen Angels. No way could I face Urken and Mafento anymore. No way could I still stay in Fallen Angels breathing the same air as the two alpha archangels who used me like a fuck toy and then pretended nothing happened knowing that I was yearning for their cocks like a fucking whore. I gotta get the fuck outa here.
All the inmates of Fallen Angels should still be in the cafeteria for the memorial. This was my chance. Adrenaline catapulted me out of the bed. I dug in my closet for a backpack and started emptying my stuff into it. I felt bad for leaving Debbie here when I knew she wanted to escape too. Then, it suddenly hit me that if I left her here, she would have Urken all by herself and the thought made my skin scorch.
No way I was gonna let that fucking happen. Debbie was not fucking getting Urken. He was mine and all mine. “Debbie, you wanna do it now?” I asked.
Debbie widened her eyes at me, frozen in confusion. “What?”
“Get. The. Fuck. Outta. Here,” I shouted quietly.
Debbie’s brows knitted into a frown. “What? Now?”
“Yeah, what are you waiting for? The sky to fall?” She got off her bed, a confused look plastered on her face. “But why so sudden?”
“Everybody is at the cafeteria right now. There’s no better time.” Debbie chewed her lips in hesitation. “You’re not telling me you got cold feet now. Who’s fickle-minded now?” Debbie took a long hard look at me and let out an explosive sigh.
“Fine. Let’s fucking do this.” She turned around and started packing her stuff.
“Excellent.” I sat on the edge of my bed, trying to calm my nerves. The mental images of Urken and Mafento as they were fucking me before flashed into my mind. I could still taste the masculine musk of sweat and cologne bouncing around their bodies as their chiseled muscles wrapped around me. The thought of their girth inside me almost sent me over the edge. I clenched and tugged at the hem of my skirt as the space between my thighs tightened.
Did I really want to leave and risk getting caught and miss the chance of being pounded by their massive divine cocks? What if I couldn’t live without their dicks and couldn’t find someone their match and live the rest of my life with regret? Was I acting too hasty for leaving right now? Just because I lost my journal? Because I thought Urken might not care for me as much I expected him to.
I glanced at Debbie who was too pre-occupied with packing. There was no turning back now. I wasn’t going to give Debbie the satisfaction of being right about me being fickle-minded. After all, it was my ultimate goal to leave Fallen Angels and live a low-key life in an idyllic small town, unbeknownst of the battle between the angels and the Agents of Darkness.
“I’m good.” Debbie swung her backpack over her shoulder and turned around at me. I picked up my bag as a wave of uncertainty washed over me. I glanced around the room I’d stayed for over a half-century as nostalgia dawned on me. It felt like I was leaving my childhood room to go to college for the first time.
I turned around and looked out through the window at the late afternoon sun. It would be the last time I would look out of the window. Instead of dreaming of the outside world, I would be living in it, experiencing in first hand the same experiences of the people whose minds I hijacked. It all felt so fucking surreal I couldn’t believe it was happening.
“You okay? Or you changed your mind now?” said Debbie, failing to conceal the scorn in her words.
“It just feels so unreal. I’ve been living here for fifty years and never thought that I would be leaving for good,” I muttered.
“That’s what happens when you put your plans into actions, Tessa. Things actually do happen.” She opened the door and gestured at the exit. “Now, more actions and less talking before the mourning session ends.”
Glancing around the room, I took a deep breath before walking out through the door for the last time. Debbie took the rear and shut the door. Once out in the hallway, the wave of nostalgia turned into urgency. My nerves rose in me but the adrenaline catapulted me down the hallway.
Urken’s warning about abusing his trust and betraying Fallen Angels still rang in the back of my head. The mental images of how disappointed Urken and Mafento had looked when they found out I was tr
ying to flee the campus during the time of emergency flooded my mind. Splinters of guilt lodged in my heart. The hurt was so real I could feel it. How could I bring myself to betray them again? How could I hurt them again?
I squeezed my eyes closed, purging the thoughts of them out of my head and focused on the escape. I tried to think about my new life when I would finally get out. When I would finally leave everything in Fallen Angels behind and start afresh. When I didn’t have the burden of the Angel of Death on my chest.
The thoughts refreshed my hopes and filling me up with adrenaline, making me speed up my pace. I had a big grin on my face as I approached the back door of the campus. Just a few more turns and I would be out. Just a few more steps and I would find my new paradise.
“We’re getting there,” I said to myself. My heart almost exploded when I turned around the corner and was met with a silhouette. I screeched to a halt as my stomach lurched. For a second, I was praying so hard that it was an Agent of Darkness. But when he turned around and his face came to the light, I could feel the bile rising in my throat when my eyes were met with the brooding gaze.