pants. I get it. That’s okay. I’m a big fan of sex, too, and angel-fucking is pretty damned awesome. But a baby? Seriously Dar, I know you like to throw hybrids all over Hel, but creating with an angel ? Now? With all the shit that’s going on?”
“I’ll admit the timing wasn’t ideal, but we couldn’t help ourselves,” Dar protested.
Creating took intent. It’s not like the condom broke and Goldie here was an oops. With demons, and angels, there were no oopses.
“Oh the timing is sooo far from ideal,” I scolded.
There was a rush of wings, hurried footsteps. “I’m here,” a panicked voice said. “Came back as fast as I could—oh.”
Asta skidded to a stop, staring at me. She was a beautiful angel with the same golden-brown skin as her child. Her hair and eyes were closer to brown than the baby’s gold, but I could see the resemblance. Demons are in charge of forming offspring, of giving them their first shape. Dar was so fucking besotted he’d given his daughter pretty close to a mirror image of Asta.
And he’d done an amazing job, as he always did when creating. Still, this was only going to end in disaster. And I wasn’t sure there was anything I could do to help the situation.
“Both of you.” I waved a finger at the pair who suddenly looked like teenagers that had been caught making out in the mall parking lot. “How do you expect to keep this baby angel hidden? Because you know she has to be hidden, right?”
“That’s why Dar made her look like a human baby,” Asta said, glancing down at her child. “It works most of the time, unless she decides to reveal her wings and fly around.”
Yes, because wings would definitely be in keeping with the guise of a human baby. I threw up my hands. “Who else knows?” I doubted Gregory or he would have been yelling my ears off about my irresponsible brother corrupting one of his Grigori. And which choir did Asta belong to? Oh shit, Gabriel’s. Well, she definitely didn’t tell him. Although the guy had several times protected those he cared about by hiding damning information, like the Nephilim Jaq’s existence.
“Leethu,” Dar admitted. “And a human friend of Asta’s who sometimes babysits for us if we’re desperate. Really desperate. We need a dwarf, Mal. Can you bring a dwarf over from Hel? Just for a few centuries until Karrae is okay on her own.”
“She’ll never be okay on her own.” I gritted my teeth. “Dar this is forbidden. And while you all are allowed to risk your own lives with your relationship, and demons are allowed to risk their own lives by coming across the gates, this is different. You’re risking someone else’s life, someone who can’t survive on her own yet. And you’re doing it when Aaru is two seconds from outright war.”
“That’s why we did it,” Asta argued. She and Dar exchanged nervous glances. “If I’m recalled and not allowed out of Aaru again. Dar and I may be forever separated. We wanted there to be someone who could serve as proof of our love for each other, someone who would show what could have been, someone who could maybe someday bring about a change. If not now, then in a few million years.”
“And where is this baby going to live for a few million years? Huh? If you’re stuck in Aaru, that leaves Dar with the baby. Is he supposed to take her to Hel where she’ll be a curiosity and a possession every demon will want to lay claim to? Or perhaps hide her away among the humans like so many of you have done with the Nephilim?”
And then there was the big question I’d been dreading. “Is she an Angel of Chaos, or one of Order?”
We were the ones who formed when it came to angelic offspring, and although we honored mutually agreed upon character traits, there still was a lot left up to our discretion. Angelic classification wasn’t one of them. Only the fates decided whether an angel would be one of Order or Chaos, and nothing either parent could do would influence
“I’ll admit the timing wasn’t ideal, but we couldn’t help ourselves,” Dar protested.
Creating took intent. It’s not like the condom broke and Goldie here was an oops. With demons, and angels, there were no oopses.
“Oh the timing is sooo far from ideal,” I scolded.
There was a rush of wings, hurried footsteps. “I’m here,” a panicked voice said. “Came back as fast as I could—oh.”
Asta skidded to a stop, staring at me. She was a beautiful angel with the same golden-brown skin as her child. Her hair and eyes were closer to brown than the baby’s gold, but I could see the resemblance. Demons are in charge of forming offspring, of giving them their first shape. Dar was so fucking besotted he’d given his daughter pretty close to a mirror image of Asta.
And he’d done an amazing job, as he always did when creating. Still, this was only going to end in disaster. And I wasn’t sure there was anything I could do to help the situation.
“Both of you.” I waved a finger at the pair who suddenly looked like teenagers that had been caught making out in the mall parking lot. “How do you expect to keep this baby angel hidden? Because you know she has to be hidden, right?”
“That’s why Dar made her look like a human baby,” Asta said, glancing down at her child. “It works most of the time, unless she decides to reveal her wings and fly around.”
Yes, because wings would definitely be in keeping with the guise of a human baby. I threw up my hands. “Who else knows?” I doubted Gregory or he would have been yelling my ears off about my irresponsible brother corrupting one of his Grigori. And which choir did Asta belong to? Oh shit, Gabriel’s. Well, she definitely didn’t tell him. Although the guy had several times protected those he cared about by hiding damning information, like the Nephilim Jaq’s existence.
“Leethu,” Dar admitted. “And a human friend of Asta’s who sometimes babysits for us if we’re desperate. Really desperate. We need a dwarf, Mal. Can you bring a dwarf over from Hel? Just for a few centuries until Karrae is okay on her own.”
“She’ll never be okay on her own.” I gritted my teeth. “Dar this is forbidden. And while you all are allowed to risk your own lives with your relationship, and demons are allowed to risk their own lives by coming across the gates, this is different. You’re risking someone else’s life, someone who can’t survive on her own yet. And you’re doing it when Aaru is two seconds from outright war.”
“That’s why we did it,” Asta argued. She and Dar exchanged nervous glances. “If I’m recalled and not allowed out of Aaru again. Dar and I may be forever separated. We wanted there to be someone who could serve as proof of our love for each other, someone who would show what could have been, someone who could maybe someday bring about a change. If not now, then in a few million years.”
“And where is this baby going to live for a few million years? Huh? If you’re stuck in Aaru, that leaves Dar with the baby. Is he supposed to take her to Hel where she’ll be a curiosity and a possession every demon will want to lay claim to? Or perhaps hide her away among the humans like so many of you have done with the Nephilim?”
And then there was the big question I’d been dreading. “Is she an Angel of Chaos, or one of Order?”
We were the ones who formed when it came to angelic offspring, and although we honored mutually agreed upon character traits, there still was a lot left up to our discretion. Angelic classification wasn’t one of them. Only the fates decided whether an angel would be one of Order or Chaos, and nothing either parent could do would influence
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