House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Raphael’s eyes sparked up a sudden rage as he threw the sword at Liam. But Liam was too fast, with only a look, the sword went up in blue disintegrating flames.

Allistor grinned wickedly, “Who is this foolish boy who taunts me with childish tricks.”

He stared at Liam but referred to the Asguardians to answer.

Vincent came out from the bush, “William Blackwyll, father.”

Alexa still ducked behind the trees. Liam shook his head, in a deep inhale, he glared at Raphael who held another sword.

Allistor raged in disbelief, “Father? I’m not your father-child. I father no one, besides that of my first consort, Daleyan, are you Daleyan’s boy.”

“No,” Liam answered, amusement intended, “He is the son of Taliya Ipswich, the only son.”

Allister's beautiful white wings, which had flapped constantly, had come to a stop. He folded it in, his eyes softened.

Liam felt a sort of remorse for Vincent, he watched the hopefulness in the Casters eyes, the longing for a father.

Allistor remembered, “I have not forgotten Taliya, your mother. My heart fell the day she died, how tragic, wasn’t it.”

Vincent jumped forward into mid-air, his movements brisk, guns in hand, but Allistor just booted him.

Liam did nothing to intervene but watched. One like him had all the patience, it was rarely he let it falter.

I showed you mercy and

mother, she was no

of his children and was supposed to deliver them to us, but she failed. She knew her faith, she didn’t even beg, not for you, how pathetic. I thought you

cool and collective. Raphael’s lack of patience shedding through his eyes. The other

mercy as you have your son, but in our next meeting I

of handing me my death.” He took a step back, his blonde hair

what became of the Tempters’ souls when they fell. He remembered Allistor, with his blue watery eyes and bright smile, though Allistor did not know of him now. He watched Allistor flap his wings, freely.

Archangel like most of the Cadre who ruled hell. Unlike the others, his wings remained always, a continuous reminder of his ranks in the Infinity. It made him a ruthless Tempter. The blue visionary eyes which Liam had recalled, were replaced by blackness, the colour of

came to Azazy-el, he had compelled himself from harshness and murdering innocents. Though he broke rules, it was ones he felt strongly about. A well thought out decision. A

the bushes her eyes fuming with rage, “It’s a trap, demons are

direct one of command. His own blue eyes brightened with the chaos it would release if his order was not

mine, I have no jurisdiction here,

He began to lift off, “If you

it seemed that Allistor had just answered his question for him, “Prince of

him, young William. There are greater threats than a

be more threatening than hells Cadre?” It was more of a bland statement, really.

of course!” Allistor looked up at the blood-red sky, redness all around them. The suffocating air working its poisonous glooms on all. Even the Tempter seemed fragile. But Liam stood his

the lake. I slipped a stone in your pocket, hold it tight it’ll take

squatting on her knee, back straight. Liam could hear them, the demon cries. He knew once