Chapter:-2

Boss was still new to leadership and so he could be forgiven for not adhering to the standard protocol. The former leader,Pell , had been one of those sacrificed in the fires of the tribute as Lucifer chose the oldest of the various races to consume.

Three of them are friends .

"You do not speak for me," Boss said, a hint of teeth appearing as he snarled.

Boss didn't seem impressed. "Perhaps not, but do not think I am the only one to notice that you are softer on the mortals than your predecessor. The other Angel-"

Man eyes narrowed in fury. "Do not speak to me of Type. He is not and never will be yours."

Boss tilted his head, his vacant eyes moving over Man as though he were a bug under a microscope. "I can better protect him-"

Now Man fangs fully dropped and he took a threatening step towards the Boss, but Mell hand across his chest stayed the movement.

The wolf's fingers were tipped with deadly claws but they did not attempt to pierce the flesh of the vampire. "We are in the middle of a battle," Mell said patiently. "Now is not the time to argue about Type."

Man shrugged off the other man's hold and the Boss gave no reaction whats-so-ever. Adom watched the by play with interest, his eyes moving between the 'allies' as they glared at one another.

Why don't they share if they like that angel that much.

Such conversations were rare in hell-but then there were rarely beings of equal status. There was always someone more or less powerful and status was determined by who you killed and what you took as your own.

And Adom. . . He'd taken quite a bit over the centuries. While he'd been born within the mortal realm, the Devil had been taken by Lucifer back to Hell when he'd still been a child. After killing his human father and revealing his Devil mark, the demon had come and swept him away.

Adom had visited Earth a time or two, but he generally preferred the lawlessness and debauchery of Hell to the false veneer of civility that seemed to grow stronger with the passing years along with the narcissistic self importance of the Angels .

A self-importance that had eventually blown up in their faces.