House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Chapter 67 (Clare)

Nathan had told her, “There is nothing worse than being stripped of your name, it’s like ripping out part of your soul. I’ve watched it been done, seen the torture in the eyes of one who’s been stripped. Most end up dead within a week, not many are strong enough to go through the change. The descendants may give you the cold shoulder, but their hate is fueled by their fear of a ten-year-old Lightwatcher who survived almost unscathed by that which has killed many. You have a strong soul Clare, don’t let their masks deter you when you have barely surfaced.” She didn’t understand why he told her that, but now she knew, it gave her a semblance of courage when Annabelle gestured, she turns to the crowd.

A bearded man stood up, he had a rough exterior that gave her the creeps, but it fueled her determination because she saw him, he might’ve looked strong, but she caught the nervous tell in his left hand before he put it behind his back and sneered, “How can you be one of us if you don’t even bear the mark, where’s your name child?”

Frustrated, her mind drew a blank at her brother’s lecture regarding laws, she snapped, “My father and mother are Lightwatchers, descendants of the archangels Mikael and Gabriel.”

Her cheeks flushed, and a burn lodged in her throat as she swallowed her saliva, “I have amnesia, my names are gone, but I’m sure you all know that.”

Annabelle saw the tears in Clare’s eyes, and retorted on Clare’s behalf, “The girl has spoken her point, we shall call her Clare until her name has returned.” Annabelle looked up to the audience, “We have more important matters to attend.”

Raphael stood up from his chair, fair almost paled skinned, lithe, with long black hair barely touching his shoulders, and chiselled sharp features. If it weren’t for those calculated yellow eyes that chilled her bones by the sheer hatred in them, she would have thought him a striking beauty of a man. His voice scratched the air, “Why did you call upon us half-blood?”

Annabelle’s head spun in his direction, her voice grave, “Do not downgrade her Raphael, you are still in Khiron, you would respect our young, name or not.”

He ignored Annabelle, his eyes focused on Clare, who wore a scowl of her own, when he practically spat the words out, “I see your acquaintance with my uncle grows stronger every passing second.”

His eyes shot to Kalbreal, “Isn’t that so Kalbreal?”

reputed his remark, with a shrug, and shouted, “Since

here, girl.” He clapped his hand, as a cruel

was Kalbreal, “Don’t worry about him, I’ll follow you, it’s

furious, “Your sudden affections for the

“You know the boy is good Raphael.” His voice deepened

roamed dimensions as an Asguardian for Thousands of years, Azazy-el shaped the chaos of the world, any descendant of his will bring to the earth's destruction. I do like the boy, and will forever mourn his death but this is best left as it is, maybe if you haven’t saved his

vibration in the air, when his voice drifted down, “Facts are not proven by rumours Raphael,

ones you have spent aeons trying to earn, but they are born with. It must be hard that your superiority

Raphael, the bitterness in his eyes and face so unhidden, she

“Little Clare

life after Kadreal put an order out

that made up the crowd,

to the audience, “But Kalbreal

face as she mouthed his name,

tell him it was wrong, it was so

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