into the night | ii | demon!sos
pairing: demon!ashton x nb!angel!oc (with a side of demon!michael x black fae!oc)Â notes: so this isnât as long as part one was (oops) however, i lowkey loved writing this and creating this world. this part focuses on ashton, however we get a glimpse of michael (who will be the next part and final part i hope) also thank u to my twin for checking over this and catching my errors!! lovee u @sexgodashtonâ word count: 5.7k
part one
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Time was much kinder to Roe and Marcella than their coven.Â
The first decade, the coven had their own struggles. Thereâd been enough times when hunters had nearly decimated them all because there was word about two demons in the midst of witches.Â
It was the first time Roe had ever invoked sacrificial protection for the betterment of her coven, and the guilt had weighed heavy on her for years afterwards.Â
True to her father's word, Calum and Luke had remained with the coven, an added layer of protection as they continued with their lives. They acted as liaison, to reap the souls that were not willing to pay their debts, the ones that Michael and Ashton had no time to seek and collect.Â
Ashton and Michael traversed through often enough, finally becoming comfortable enough with Marcella and Roe to let their guards down with them.Â
Gem had wormed her way into their hearts too, the elder witch having accepted them with ease. More often than not, there would be a point in the week where any of the four demons would sit talking with her, asking about her knowledge, her life.Â
A witch's knowledge was sacred, it taught the new generations of the Old Magicks, curses and spells. It taught them how to defend, to care for. But these stories Gem told the four demons, taught them how to open a side of them that theyâd believed theyâd lost the day theyâd sold themselves to the King.Â
Ashton sat with Gem on such an occasion, his eyes studying the way her fingers tapped the porcelain cup.Â
âYour time is coming, you realise?â Her voice was quiet, Ashton could only nod. âSheâll fight it. Sheâs a stubborn witch.â
âItâs her right to rule. I know his predecessor was murdered, but he knows that he wants his kingdom in good hands. If it wasnât for the fact that Calum finalised the bond with her, heâd have snatched Roe years ago.â Gem sighed as she finished her tea, her eyes searching the tea leaves.Â
âThey just read change every damn time.âÂ
Ashton looked up from his own cup, staring at Gem in shock at the frustrated tone that had left her lips.Â
Over the last decade, heâd only heard her raise her voice a handful of times. Each one was warranted, but he still knew that the normally calm witch only showed the frustrations when things were going south.Â
âGem?â Old eyes met his and he could see the years of experience and the years of loss as a lone tear escaped.Â
âI canât make heads or tails of whatâs going to happen, Ashton. Too much needs to be decided and she will fight it, every step of the way.âÂ
He sighed as he set his cup down, nodding his head before letting his fingers push through his black curls. That change had come a few years previous when Roe had made a passing comment to the demon when heâd shown up with a mild disguise on. Sheâd told him that black hair certainly looked better on him and so heâd decided that he needed a change and the black hair became permanent.
âHeâs expecting her to rebel. He doesnât want to put too much pressure on Calum, knowing sheâll readily destroy herself to protect him from the Kings plans.âÂ
âSo heâs putting the pressure on you?âÂ
âYes and no. My jobs are no different, but Iâm feeling the pressure of doing what needs to be done. He doesnât accept failure.â Carefully, his fingers peeled up his shirt sleeve and Gem gasped in shock at the darkened welts on his skin.Â
âHe didnât.â The older witch breathed, her eye unable to tear them from him.
âYou can not heal them, Gem.â He warned as her fingers reached out, touching the delicate skin.Â
âWatch me.â She snapped back in return, eyes refocusing before the spell left her lips.Â
He watched in amazement as the skin on his arm knitted itself back together, a sigh of relief escaping his lips.Â
âHe dares go for you again, tell him to start a fight with me.â The older witch snapped. And Ashton couldnât help but smile as his fingers reached out, squeezing her arm gently.Â
âIâd look forward to the day where I see a demon, and the king of hell no less, get forced to submit to a witch.â Ashton murmured, earning a smirk from Gem.
âWhere do you think our Roe learned it from?â Her words made him chuckle as a knock on the door interrupted them. Michaelâs head stuck around the corner and Ashton tensed.
âWe need to go. Thereâs unrest. An Angel appeared.â Ashton was on his feet swiftly, but bowed shortly to Gem before following Michael out. Gem chuckled.
For all his posturing, his upbringing was one he never seemed to let go of once he realised that he had a safety net in the house.
Following Michael outside, they made the journey through the shadows, landing not far from the ostentatious palace where the King held court. His actual home was elsewhere, along with the offices that he used to keep things in check, but the palace was one to be used as a decoy. Ashton was certain that only six others, including himself, knew where the King lived and four of them lived above in the human realm.Â
âWhatâs going on?â His voice carried as he stepped through. Demons fell silent, their resentful eyes staring at the two as they strode through.Â
That had been another downside to stepping up. Demons who were ambitious often killed their competitors. However, the King had made himself clear over the last decade. Anyone who touched Ashton or Michael, paid the price.Â
âThe Angel bitch appeared out of nowhere, sir.â One of the younger demons commented, the sneer firm on his lips. Ashton held back his sigh of annoyance.
âSomeone with a fucking brain cell, tell me what happened?â He snapped out and murmurs slipped through the gathered crowd before they parted. Ashton felt his heart tremble as the beaten and bloody body of the angel lay crumpled in a heap, the wings out and almost shredded with claws.
Michael scoffed as he made his way over.
âWho dragged the angel down here?â Ashtonâs mind was frozen as Michael tilted the angel onto their back and memories from his human life hit him hard as the face fitted itself into his memories.
âShe just appeared on the floor. No one dragged the bitch.â The first demon spoke and Ashtonâs hand snapped out, his fingers closing slowly into a fist until he heard the demon gasp and struggle for air.
âYou might think that they are our mortal enemies thanks to Belize, but trust me when I say working relationships exist between Heaven and Hell. Continue to call them a bitch and watch what happens. And for your troubles, they are a they, not a she.â He snapped, his fingers releasing and the demon struggled for air, his heaving breaths giving Ashton a vindictive satisfaction.Â
Their body was limp, but Ashton could hear the shallow, rattling breaths escape their lips, and he knew he needed to act to save their life.
With a jolt, he realised things were different compared to the last time that he saw them. And he felt like he was in some sort of cliche moment as he carefully picked up the angel, ignoring how the jolt slid down his arms when his fingers brushed their skin.
âMichael, inform his highness what has happened and clean up.â Ashton instructed and Michael nodded, turning around to kick the other demons from the palace. Ashton waited for a moment before he disappeared and he knew that he needed somewhere safe for the angel.
The sun hit his skin as he arrived, glancing up to the house before whistling loudly.
Calum came barrelling out first, followed by Marcella and then Gem.Â
âAshton?â Calumâs eyes questioned the being in his arms, but he shook his head.
âTheyâre an angel, I canât give them treatment below, itâll kill them. I wouldnât normally ask, but they-â
âTheyâre important to you.â Gem murmured as Marcella murmured a few spells and her face dropped.
âGet inside, use the room that you left Luke and I in.â She instructed and Ashton followed behind Gem who guided the two of them whilst Marcella yelled for other witches.
They came down at their calls, a couple scowling as they spotted Ashton, but he paid them no mind as he settled the angel on the bed, his fingers brushing the shoddily cropped hair with a sigh.
âWhat did they do to you?â He whispered before stepping back when Marcella returned with Roe in tow.
âAshton?â Her tone was gentle as she held her hand out to him and he turned away from the angel, ignoring the stretched out hand before leaving the house, his own magic itching as he settled outside. He knew things were going to change and he knew he couldnât leave.
âFuck.â He lay out on the grass, arm over his eyes as he tried to keep his frustration from exploding outwards.
It was silent apart from the mutterings coming from within the house. Then a door closed and he growled in a warning.
âPack it in.â Gem snapped as she sat herself next to him, his arm moving to see the older witch sat with an air of regality on the grass. He immediately felt bad, knowing the older witch sometimes struggled to move with ease.
âHad I known I wouldâve been followed, Iâd have stood.â He muttered and Gem snorted.
âOr you wouldâve just disappeared.â She countered and he grimaced as his arm dropped from his face, sitting up to face Gem.
âI canât.â He whispered and she stared at him hard. It felt like she was examining his soul, or what was left of it. And he looked away.
âThereâs a bond, isnât there?â Ashton knew that she knew the answer, but was still demanding him to vocalise it. And had it been anyone else, heâd have told them to fuck off.
But it was Gem. The witch who healed him despite the Kings deliberate mutilation to remind him of his place. The witch who reminded him of his humanity, who helped him find those memories from so long ago.Â
âYes.â He finally whispered.Â
They sat there in silence before a blast of magic washed over the two of them and Ashton scrambled to his feet before helping Gem up. She smiled gently at him, patting his hand before following him through.Â
âFucking angels.â Sapphire muttered as she left the room, rubbing a spot on her arm. Ashton snarled at her which made her pale before glancing to Gem and hurrying away.Â
âPeace, Ashton. Itâs because the angel's version of magic is so very different.â Gem soothed the agitated demon. But it didnât settle him until he entered the room and saw them laying more settled in the bed, their face free from the marks that had stunned him the first time around.
âFucking angelic magic thinking itâs better than ours.â Roe muttered as she helped up Marcella who sighed.
âDonât forget, our magic is tainted by our mates. Is it any wonder their magic reacted so violently?â Marcella chided and Roe stuck her tongue out before she spotted Ashton.
âYou couldnât have bonded to a human or a faerie, or even a bloody werewolf! You had to go and bond to a fucking angel.â He knew she was teasing, but his body tensed. Sensing the change in his mood, Roe held her hands up in a surrender position.
âHow are they?âÂ
âYou need to find out what happened to them for me to fully heal them. Weâve got the superficial damage fixed, but there are curses locked in that I canât touch until I know the origin. Ashton, how did you come by this angel?â Marcellaâs tone was curious and he sighed as he took a seat next to the bed, feeling his chest ease now he was in proximity to them.
âThey had been dumped on the floor of the palace. Which reminds me, Roe, youâll have to start the transition soon before the younger demons start to revolt. The elders refuse to teach the little bastards.â Roe sighed.
âI just need to figure shit out first, but itâll happen. Calum managed to finally convince me.â She muttered and he smiled gratefully at her.
âGo and rest, Iâll watch over them for now.â Roe left but Marcella hesitated.Â
âIâll be fine.â He murmured and she shook her head.
âThey werenât in the best condition and we donât know if our magic has aggravated it. The best thing you can do is make sure theyâre comfortable so their own magic can help their body.â she instructed calmly before passing him a cloth. âIf you notice a fever, use this to cool them down, itâs imbued with cooling charms to help so you donât have to leave their side. Call for me when they wake up and I can get a better diagnosis.â Without another word, Marcella left, the door closing behind her.
He knew that both of them wouldâve returned to their mates. The magic was enough that they would be tired.Â
The door opened once more and Gem stepped in, two cups of tea floating beside her as she sat on the chair which resided on the other side of the bed.
Ashton didnât question her as the second cup of tea floated to his side.Â
âWe might as well continue our little chat, especially since our Roe has seemingly made a decision.â Gem commented quietly and Ashton smiled at the older witch, his hands clasping the cup.Â
âI guess we should. Do you think that Roe is truly ready to work the compromise so that she can run the coven whilst keeping an eye on Hell?â Ashtonâs words were curious and Gem smiled.
âSheâs ruled long enough with an iron fist with this coven. They wonât know what to expect with her, one because sheâs female but two because she has witches blood and sheâs not afraid to exploit that for her own personal gains. I think sheâll make a fantastic Queen, and with Calum ruling by her side, the younger demons will quickly realise that the hierarchy exists for a reason.â
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When they woke up with a gasp, Ashton was there, his eyes haunted yet considerate.Â
âYouâre safe.â He murmured and their eyes were confused, the tiredness evident as he studied them.Â
âAshton? But, you died centuries ago.â Their tone was suspicious despite the confusion. A wry smile appeared on his lips at their words.Â
âItâs what you get for falling in love with an angel.â He murmured, his eyes darkening. The hazel deepened before it fully transitioned to black and understanding dawned on the angelâs face.Â
âDemon.â They murmured softly and he nodded.Â
âYou were dropped in the palace and left for dead. What happened?â The grimace told a lot more than he expected, but they seemed to weigh up the options before sighing.Â
âWhen word got out, about us, mercenaries were sent after you.âÂ
âI remember. Theyâre the reason I became what I am.â His tone was dry and they shot him an apologetic look.Â
âThey didnât expect you to fight back, but I warned them. I warned them that you were of noble blood and had been raised to know how to fight. They watched me for a century after that. I couldnât function. Youâd died and my heart had gone.âÂ
His heart clenched and stopped himself from reaching out to them, to offer a form of comfort.Â
âWere they watching to make sure you didnât do something drastic?â They snorted.
âI was the angel who fell in love with a human. They refuted my claims of soulmate because angels only mate with other angels.â The scorn dripping from their tone surprised Ashton. As memories began to slot into place, he remembered bits and pieces.Â
âDid he forbid it?â And they shook their head, choppy hair falling into their eyes. A trembling hand moved to grasp it and Ashton watched as tears filled their eyes.Â
He silently realised that the change in hairstyle was not a personal choice on their part.
âHe wouldâve blessed it had he known. Had I not hidden it from him. He had me helping the lost souls, as a penance but also because I understood. Then Ariale, he tried so hard, but I couldnât move on from you. He got angry, bitter.â Ashton closed his eyes.Â
âAnd then I appeared in the human realm, didnât I?â
âThey werenât sure it was you until this year. Word spread that you had climbed the ranks but no one knew how much. I was forbidden.â
âYou were my mate in my human life and they wouldnât risk the bond carrying over to this life.â Ashton figures out the unspoken words. Tears were in their eyes as they took in a trembling breath.Â
âAriale demanded judgement. That was when I learned one of his brothers-â
âWas the one that I killed as a human.â He closed his eyes, anger and frustration bubbling up. Ashton never felt violent towards Angels; he couldnât after he started unlocking his human life. But the burning anger made him want to go to the high heavens and demand their own trials.Â
âYes. They demanded my judgement for your actions since Iâd claimed you as my soulmate.â His heart sank.Â
âJudgement deemed you guilty on behalf of my actions.â
âI begged with him, cried that it wasnât fair. He told me the judgement had been made but he would not cast me from the heavens. He would send me to my mate. Ariale got hold of me first.âÂ
Ashton couldnât hold back his snarl of anger. How dare they claim righteousness yet hurt one of their own in such a way? He was furious.Â
âWhat did Ariale do?â His eyes held theirs and he watched as they winced as they moved.Â
âYou saw my wings. There are some curses embedded as well. I cannot complete our bond, itâll kill both of us most likely or just me. He was a bitter angel about me not moving on.â Ashton could only silently promise to end this bitter Angel's life if ever he crossed paths with him.Â
âI brought you to a coven of witches who, well a handful I consider friends. Roe is going to want to know the curses and Marcella wonât stand for your curse to prevent you completing the bond.â He held his hand out to them, resting it palm facing up on the bed.Â
âAshton-â
âNo,â he interrupted, âwe were denied when I was human. I refuse to let some fucking asshole of an angel ruin it for us now. Youâre mine.â He surprised himself at the ferocity of his words, but the look of relief of their face spoke volumes for him.Â
âLet me speak to the witches first. They need a fair idea of what to work with.â They finally whispered as they rested their hand in his.Â
He didnât hesitate to bring their knuckles to his lips, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to them.Â
âYour will is mine. Iâll track them down and see what I can do. Rest for now, youâre safe.â He waited until they had settled back and fallen asleep. It was easy to track down Gem, and thankfully Roe and Marcella were with her.Â
âTheyâve woken up. Weâve spoken a little and theyâre resting now but it was a bitter angel that imbued them with curses. One of the curses means we can never complete our bond without their death.â Gems eyes were sympathetic as Marcella gasped in anger.Â
âThen Iâll find the damn curse and pick it apart piece by piece. Theyâre in safe hands. Now do you need a shoulder or do you need to vent?â He felt like he was being scolded by a mother hen, but he smiled at Marcella.Â
âIâm going to put some brats in their place.â He caught exasperated yet fond looks before he disappeared and when he reappeared in the officeâs, he knew he had his work cut out for him.Â
Michael was waiting, a file in his hand.Â
âMallory is one of Torridâs lackeys. She got her claws in but this one has brains. Heâs been laying low until Roeâs coronation got announced. He hasnât been sitting idle either.â Michael explained as Ashton took the file and glanced down.Â
He scoffed.Â
âGet the brats that keep defying me. Let them learn their lessons from the elder who wonât learn to adapt.â Ashton instructed as he made his way down the halls. Michael vanished as Ashton reached the interrogation rooms.Â
âSir.â The demon was a younger one in looks, but sheâd been around about a century longer than Ashton.Â
âSal. He's still not giving up names?â She shook her head.Â
âWe caught one name. Talisia. Iâve got one of the older agents running her down now.â He nodded before snapping his fingers and chains wrapped themselves around the unwilling demon. The noise of protest was cut off by the chains tightening.Â
Sal looked at Ashton with a raised eyebrow.Â
âTheyâve gotta learn.â He shrugged as he dragged the prisoner out, heading from the buildings to the pit that lay just outside of the palace.Â
Demons began to curiously gather as he dragged the chained up demon through the streets. More gathered as he kicked the demon into the pit, the chains unwinding from the demon.Â
Ashton held his stance, casual and collected. Michael pulled up on the other side as he felt Sal watch his back.Â
âSomeone who cannot change is someone to be made an example of.â He called over to the gathered demons. They fell silent.Â
âThis is just how he treats anyone who disagrees with him.â Mallory called to the crowd and a whisper of unrest rushed through the gathered.Â
Ashton snorted.Â
âWe all knew a new Queen would be ruling. You are apart of the group that tried to murder her and one of her coven sisters ten years ago and escaped justice. The last ten years has been making sure that whilst you may disagree with a hybrid Queen, you can see sheâs capable.â Ashton called out earning mutters of agreement.Â
âShe will be weak willed like the new brats that you recruit.â This time mutters from Michaelâs group were loud and he turned in shock. âThey are trying to fool you!âÂ
A laugh rang out from that side and a small female stepped forward, face in a vicious snarl.Â
âYou just called us weak willed brats did you not? You tried to brainwash us into believing that a new queen would be terrible but failed to mention you attempted to murder her long before we arrived.â She glanced up at Ashton who nodded.Â
âIf I was a merciful man, Iâd let her roast you until you are nothing but dust. But I am not merciful and I am not a man.â Demons fell silent as his body shifted, cracks running through his skin as he snarled and the pits opened.Â
Hell hounds rushed around their newest meal and wasted no time in tears pieces off, his screams echoing around until they faded to gurgles before falling silent.
âTake your quarrels with our new queen to the ones that have been trying to teach you the last decade. They will tell you what happened with her hybrid sister and what she did to the demon who tried to murder her mate.â He snarled before he disappeared back to the offices.Â
Ashton knew that he was going to get complaints from the older lot, but he was in no mood to deal with petty demons who could not adapt to change. If they were going to rule efficiently, then they needed to learn to adapt efficiently.
He headed back up, trying to grip his temper, but he was walking back into a volatile situation. He was angry on his angelâs behalf, knowing that they were thrown because of him.Â
It burned him that they were so wounded for so many years.Â
He sought out Gem who was waiting, a cup of tea sat on the arm of the chair, expecting.Â
âIâve imbued the room in soundproof spells for you. Let it out, Ashton.â Her kind tone seemed to set off the temper and his anger flooded, skin cracking as he let out such a snarl that wouldâve frightened any sensible witch.
Gem remained in place as he got up and paced, his hair crackling with power as his skin cracked further, blood red veins running down his face as he finally hurled the tea cup, the porcelain shattering against the wall.
Gem merely waved her hand and more pieces of fine china stacked themselves on the table closest to him and he threw every single piece, his fury and frustration reducing some of the pieces to nothing more than dust.
He was so angry that he couldnât think straight, mind splintering. Part of him was stuck on the anger towards the underworld, the new demons that defied him as well as Roe. And the other part was stuck on his anger towards the high heavens for hurting his angel. His mate.
It took the better part of an hour before his anger finally began to recede enough that his skin returned to normal but it felt like he couldnât catch his breath. The sensation was strange and he could feel moisture in his eyes and he finally understood as Gem stood up, her arms wrapping around his shoulders.
For the first time since heâd died, he was crying.Â
It took longer than heâd thought, another forty minutes, before he stopped crying, the heavy breathing slowing down until his tears were gone and his chest wasnât burning from trying to take in oxygen.
Gem had another cup of tea waiting and once he was sitting back in the armchair, she got down to business.
âNow that youâre less likely to murder one of my coven should they look at you wrong, are you ready to tell me what happened? Tell me about the defiant and Iâll tell you what we found with your Angel.â
This made Ashton pause before his eyes narrowed on the witch.
âYouâd have made a better demon.â He finally muttered darkly, taking another sip of tea. She dimpled at him before sitting back and letting him take the lead of the conversation.
He told her about the defiant demons, what he did to the traitor they found. He didnât hide the violence from Gem and she didnât flinch away. He felt his chest feel strangely lighter and when he said so, she smirked.Â
âYou boys might think youâre soulless, but youâre not. You need to share the burdens that you all carry. It might not be a typical burden that weighs you down, I know that death means nothing to you. But the ones that have been defying you, itâs making you question your choices. Thatâs where your burden lies.âÂ
âMaybe a better therapist than demon.â He finally conceded and she laughed.Â
âWould you like to know about the curses?â This had his immediate attention, tea long since abandoned.
âHow did you figure it out?âÂ
âThey used your blood. The curse is specifically tied to you. Itâs a long forgotten curse that will burn them when you initiate the bond.â He felt his stomach turn.Â
âBut our bond initiates from touch does it not?â And Gem shook her head.Â
âItâs different for you two. Youâve been bonded before but it broke with your death, correct?â He nodded. âYou need to be physically intimate with them for the bond to reassert itself.âÂ
âIs there a counter?â Gem visibly brightened.Â
âThere is. The only problem is that we need to get a hold of a faerie. And theyâre tricky little blighters that donât do anything unless thereâs something in it for them.â And Ashton could feel his hopes sink to the pit of his stomach.Â
Faeries were notoriously tricky to deal with and unless there was something in the deal that benefitted them, they wouldnât help. And he couldnât see how a faerie would benefit from his mate being freed from the curse.Â
âIâll see if I can call in a favour. Faeries might be fickle, but they honour debts between magical races. Go see your angel and Iâll get in contact.â Gem ushered him from the room and with a sigh he made his way upstairs, his feet feeling like lead as he got closer to the room.Â
As he pushed open the door and their face lit up upon seeing him, and despite the dashed hope, he felt warm and a sense of comfort as the heaviness lifted as he took a seat, his hand slipping into theirs.Â
He could deal with this.Â
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Gem had put in many calls, but none were being answered. It was like they knew the favour she was going to ask.Â
When Michael had shown up to check in, Ashton was yet to leave the angels' side, and so Gem caught him, making him pause.
âItâs better that he stays with them for now. I, however, need a perspective of a demon.â This pulled Michael up short.Â
Although he wasnât a frequent visitor with Gem, he didnât realise that she was comfortable enough to ask a favour, or at least ask for his advice.
âIâm curious.â She snorted at his words and tilted her head to what had been dubbed as her sitting room. Michael followed quietly, his eyes glancing to the grand staircase before ducking into the room.
The door slammed shut behind him, making him raise an eyebrow as he took the offered seat.
âI wish I could use the term âcuriosity killed the catâ, but youâd be quick to be a smartass back.â The older witch muttered. Michael grinned.
âAbsolutely. So what do you need me for that you couldnât drag one of my elusive brothers out for?â He sat back in the chair, his elbow leaning on the arm rest as his head rested against his fingers. Gem rolled her eyes.
âThe Fae are notoriously fickle. I have favours to call in but I know they wonât do it without some kind of reward. How can I put it in a way that theyâll be helping another species without actually gaining something in return?âÂ
âJust promise you wonât murder them. Usually does the trick.â Gem stared at him, her lips parted in shock at his words and brash attitude that came with them.Â
Only when his lips began to twitch did she realise he was teasing her.
âMichael!â Her tone was flustered as she set her cup down.Â
He laughed.Â
âWhen it comes to a demon, you do need to promise that you wonât kill them. I wasnât necessarily joking but theyâll be more inclined to listen if they know that their life isnât on the line.â Gem just sighed.Â
âAny other wise ideas from you?â The dry tone made Michael snort.
âJust go with your standard offerings. Theyâre selfish creatures so if the gifts are for them along with the promise of their life, thereâs going to be at least one who will answer your call.âÂ
Gem could see where Michael was coming from and for a moment she wondered if that would be enough to encourage the fae to listen to their requests.
âIâll try them once more but if they donât work, weâre going to need a different way to get their help because theyâve been ignoring all of my other offerings.â Gem commented to Michael quietly. This made the demon pause in his movements.
âThis is for the Angel thatâs Ashtonâs mate, correct?â Gem nodded and he sighed. âLet me deal with them, then. That way, weâre being upfront that a demon is involved and they may just respond to the plea.â Gem looked stunned for a moment before a bright smile crossed her features.
âThank you Michael.âÂ
âYouâve kept my brothers and I alive for the better part of a decade. Allowed us to reside in your home and still use that protection. Itâs the least I can do for you. Whereâs the fae mound?âÂ
The following morning, Michael strolled in with a smug grin on his lips, and then glanced back to the door.
Gem nearly dropped her tea as the being she had been so desperate for stepped into the house. She held an air about her that seemed to demand her attention, the dark braids hanging over one shoulder, her eyes staring at Gem as the older witch studied the darker skinned being that had finally taken up her offerings and she couldnât stop herself as she grabbed the back of the chair for support.
âYou know whatâs expected, what we need?âÂ
âI do this as a favour to my mate.â Her words were smooth like honey and Gem felt her jaw dropped, staring at Michael in shock.
âMichael?âÂ
âSheâs my mate. When they sensed my presence, they sent her to deal with me. Neither of us anticipated the bond, but we didnât deny it either.âÂ
âAnd your council?â Gem asked hesitantly, curiosity tinging her tone.Â
âThey accept the bond but will not welcome me back. So I asked them for one last favour for myself and my mate.â Gem felt the relief flood through her veins as she stepped forward, clasping her hands around the faerieâs, ignoring the look of shock at her touch.
âI cannot begin to tell you how much this means, for all of us. These four demons, it was difficult at first a decade ago, but theyâre family, and to see one hurting, itâs difficult for all of us now.â
Michael scoffed and Gem gave him a wry smile.
âThey learned their lessons long ago, you know that. We will proceed with the ritual on the next full moon if that is acceptable for you?â She returned her attention to the faerie whom she had yet to let go of.
âPerfectly acceptable.âÂ
âWonderful. Whatâs your name, dear?âÂ
The faerie seemed to hesitate, glancing to Michael first before offering the older witch a kind smile.
âThey called me Adana.âÂ
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