Thread: Whispering Shadows ||Lagerthera x jjfanrb||

Warren walked towards her as she backed away from him. He wasn't trying to be threatening, just protective. Relax. You don't have to be afraid of me. If he wanted you dead you would have been dead before you even saw him. I am talking about your father of course, Mr. Black as you know him. he reached out and took her hand. When he touched her he felt a feeling... Love some called it he thought. He felt it coming up from within him like a volcano erupting. A faint voice called out from within him but it wasn't his...It was Telors. His soul was mixing with Warrens and it made things a little crazy in terms of identity sometimes. The Telor side of him wanted to hug her and kiss her salty, tear streaked cheeks and then her sweet lips. Warren shook his head and focused at the task he had been told to do. I am sorry Irja but i can't explain much now. Your father needs to protect you. he said it genuinely. He didn't want to make her any more confused but they would be upon him any moment. We could run there but they will catch us if they do. I am willing to die for you if that is what you choose. Or I could carry you and get us there faster and make our scent disappear. Warren wanted to console her and make her see everything that was going on was because of her. A small event had caused all of this and that event had been her birth but he couldn't explain that now. He shouldn't be the one to tell her anyways. That should be her father's job. He heard the sonic booms and the explosions behind him. And they drew closer. Warren could see no way to make her trust him but he guessed it was going to have to take faith on her part. We don't have much time! He looked at her with urgency. Vicarious pulled himself to his feet and wobbled over to the side table next to the easy chair that the box sat on. It was a trying task and he barely made it without falling down. He put a hand on the curved lid of the box that was about the size of small jewelry chest. He paused for a minute before opening it. What could she be up to? Was it a trick? No. she had never tricked him and that wasn't the way Angels behaved anyways. He slowly opened it and looked inside and a smile crossed his face. Valeria had been most generous indeed Vicarious thought as he saw what was inside. She thought he would be God's puppet because of this one gift. He had been his puppet once. He had been the hand of god. One of the most powerful angels ever created. When god called down blight and sorry on that fateful day of ancient Egypt to take the lives of the firstborn of all whose doors were not marked that had been him. The Angel of death. It had been since that fateful night afterwards that He had gone up to the throne of God himself after taking the hundreds of lives and pointed his sword at god himself and cursed him. You are no better than the devil! You take the lives of the innocent at your will and for your own amusment! I will not be your tool any longer! He had thrown his sword down and cloak on the white marble floor spit at Gods feet. Needless to say God's wrath had not gone over on him well. Her was carried out and thrown down from Heaven while his sister Valeria had watched and wept. The Devil had took him in and fed him power of course. He fed Vicarious with talk of revenge and the day that heaven's pearly gates would fall. One day he would stand in the sun of heaven again as it burned.. Vicarious took the perfect soul in his hands and he studied the glowing white orb that it was. It was powerful and would be worth eating. He licked his lips and opened wide and consumed it quickly. He felt the power rush to him and flood his entire body. He had no idea where she had gotten this from but it was absolutely the most powerful thing he had ever consumed. He stood straight again and flexed his muscles. He was more stronger than he had ever been thanks to his sister. He breathed heavily as he heard a loud boom in the distance. Whoever was fucking with his daughter would pay dearly now. If he found that one pretty hair on her head had been harmed then he would burn this world to a smoldering crisp.