CAIN (Listen to HUSHH by AViVA for the vibe) Yona soared higher and higher, weaving in fluid motions through the sky. She was breathtaking, her dark hair fanning out behind her as her wings flexed and contracted; the appendages catching the light and revealing their true colors. She had come for me, I hadn’t thought she would; a broken man like me had nothing to offer her. The soul tie thrummed in my chest, demanding I go to her but I fought it; I knew it was useless and that it was dooming both of us. As time went on I became weaker, sicker and I knew she was suffering the same fate. It was selfish of me, but I couldn’t seem to help it, everytime I even thought of the tie, Verity's face swam in my mind and I was lost to my eternal grief. God's ultimate joke on me. Curse me, exile me, then give me a family only to rip them away before saddling my pathetic soul to some poor Nephilim. Not just that, one of Shamshiel’s descendants; so I could never truly escape nor be at peace. Wasn’
YONA His pain was cleaving my heart in two. This tortured, beautiful man across from me deserved so much more than he was allowing himself to have. His eyes shimmered with the pain of his loss, and the knowledge tore at my soul. He was mourning, and had been for centuries; but also couldn’t move on without feeling guilty. The struggle was written all over his face and I couldn’t hesitate lest it cost me. Leaning forward I cupped his cheek, my hand brushing over the rough stubble there, before I met his chapped lips with mine. He groaned at the contact, his hands fisting at his sides as he fought his urges. I knew, I could feel, he wanted this; me. Yet he thought himself unworthy, and he had to reach his breaking point before he gave in, a point I planned to push him to. My fingers gently traced a path down his arm, resting at his wrist, my tongue flicking at the seam of his mouth, begging for entrance. In a moment I was under him, Cain having lunged forward, his arms wrapped around
SEVERAL CENTURIES LATER CAIN “Come on Dad,” Vita taunted, flicking her long dark hair behind her shoulder. Her stance was low, feet planted firmly on the ground. I grinned at her, showing my teeth in a feral grin. My middle child was a feisty little spitfire of a Nephilim. She was so much like her mother, in looks and attitude; which is exactly why she and Yona fought constantly. Both of them headstrong, wildly intelligent and with tongues so sharp they could flay skin from bone. I glanced up briefly before lunging forward, quickly flipping her onto her back, not to be out maneuvered she landed a kick to my stomach that had me shuffling backward with the force. Beating her onyx wings she lifted herself up, a smile on her face. “Would you two stop dicking around?” My eldest son, Sabrael drawled, walking into the training ring. A small blonde human tucked up against him, her smile bright as she looked up at him. Sabrael too was a warrior like his sister, but where Vita was all bark
"Fuck off half-breed!" I grunted, pulling my scythe from the dying body. The creature lay there, his eyes boring into me. It had been a terrible fight, the likes of which I hadn't had for some time, which was thrilling and yet somehow saddened me, to snuff out the very being who had brought me such joy. His lips turned up slightly, his eyes, as blinding as the sun met mine. So this was a son of Shamsiel, former guardian angel of Eden and aid to Uriel, the fallen angel who taught the signs of the sun to men. You could tell by their attributes, Shamsiel's descendants possessed eyes that could blind you, thankfully most of us had special gear to negate any of the Nephilim's known attributes. My goggles ensured that his eyes only appeared to me as a bright neon yellow, but I had seen these eyes before and been rendered blind for several hours thanks to a quick glance. These angels had lay with humans and created offspring, known as Nephilim, an abomination of God's will and the curse of
TEN YEARS LATER Liam came with a grunt, softly kissing my cheek he hovered over me for a moment; holding himself up with his arms. After a few moments, when he knew he was completely spent, he pulled out and headed toward my shower. I wrinkled my nose, this was not my favorite time of the month, and I hated the mess of his fluids dripping out of me and down my thigh. Ten years had passed since I had first become a Hunter, and one of the few women ones at that. Liam and I both had entered at the same time, and were around the same age. We got along well enough and were in the same unit; so when the decree for procreation came to be, I had propositioned him for my own safety. The decree had stated that due to the decrease of humans and increase in Nephilim, women were to be sexually active during their ovulation periods. If the woman already had a preferred sexual partner it would be honored, if she did not one would be chosen for her at random each month. Many of the women wh
We quickly got our food and I gave every man who dared look at us a death glare. I supposed they had gotten so used to me, that I wasn't even considered a woman anymore. Which was fine by me, but their treatment of Cassi had been abhorrent. And while it had only been a handful of men, it was more than it should have been. Our metal trays clacked as we placed them on the table with the rest of the team who were already almost done. While Liam and I had been together since the start we couldn't say the same for the others. Devon was 5'11" with black hair, dark brown eyes and olive skin, skinny as a rail despite the amount of food he ate. He was our sniper. He was extremely agile and moved with almost no sound, he reminded me of a cat. He had a very logical nature to him, and had previously done insurance adjustment work. Blessed with a very mathematical mind he was always calculating the odds prior to a mission. Out of all of us he was probably the most rational, stoic one, with th
After a rather rowdy breakfast we were ready to receive orders. Cassi stayed behind, as she was new; and was being tested for placement on a team. I had spoken to the Commander and requested her, after all us ladies had to stick together right? He had said he would consider my request, especially since I made several good points about the fact my team was already used to having a woman with them; which meant she wouldn't be in danger. I just hoped he would take me seriously, I had no doubt she could hold her own; but did not want her to have to. We loaded up into the truck, it was an older beat up thing; but it had wheels and moved. Gas was in short supply so we only used the vehicles if we were sent out further, which we had been. Todd was driving, with Devon riding shotgun and the rest of us were piled in the back. Jason was keeping an eye out behind us, guns ready should he spot anything; and Devon was doing the same in the front. I was sandwiched in between Liam and Jason,
I woke with a start to being rocked violently and the sound of gunfire. Springing up I saw a hoard of Nephilim above us, surrounding us. I had never seen so many at once. Liam and Jason were already up, Liam's katana currently removing a head from the body of one Nephilim, Jason's guns blazing, hitting their mark each time. Todd was standing on top of the truck, his sickles already slick with blood; Devon behind him picking off the ones further out one by one. Fucking hell, no wonder I had a bad feeling. Their wings pounded, sending a thrumming throbbing into my head, I reached behind me to pull out my scythe. It felt alive in my hand, tingling with actual energy, light as a feather and deadly. The cool metal warmed in my hand as I leapt to stand next to Todd, our weapons glinting in the light. "How long?" I asked, my back against his. "Only a few minutes" he grunted, blocking an attack "they all came at once." Devon fired a shot and I felt the air move as the bullet whizzed b