Blackmail... this is bullshit...
Recounting the details that transpired between Father Blackwood and I, he was forced to his knees before me.
I wanted him to beg for mercy, instead I received another threat. “Kill me, and a message will go directly to Ambrose, concerning your treachery.”
He’s not angry, or afraid, and I wasn’t about to call his bluff. Releasing him, I give the witch back his voice, and send a message that his days are numbered.
The villain had the nerve to actually kiss my hand... “I expect to see you, in a few days.”
Dinner at my home, with Lady Blackwood, and the devil incarnate. Sitting across from her, she’s beautiful, and sad. Her love for him has simmered, to a nearly non-existent vapor.
“Ambrose, what a nice surprise... It’s been so long.” Says, the missus.
“Yes, it has... Father Blackwood’s been generous, to grant me a position at the academy. It’s not freedom, but still... I’m very grateful.”
“As well, you should be.” Says, Faustus.
Shoving the green bean bowl into his hand, he’s not disturbed by my bad manners, which doesn’t go unnoticed by the others.
“Koray, what relationship do you have with Lord Blackwood?”
“It’s Kai.” Corrects, Ambrose.
“No, it’s Koray... right?”
She’s called me by my angelic name, Kai’s my human name, that I prefer to go by. No one, but the angels should know me by that name.
“We have a business relationship.” I reply.
“Angels and demonics are arch-enemies, what kind of business could an angel possibly have with my husband?”
“An angel?” Questions, Ambrose.
I can’t read him, as he’s shut me out. I could force him to reveal his thoughts, but I’m not sure that I want to know them.
“Lady Blackwood has extraordinary gifts, anyone bearing my name would.”
Then why the hell would he bring her here, and not even warn me!
Dinner was done, after that little performance, and Ambrose left without a goodbye. I followed him, only to by forced back out of the home, by an invisible force.
“Angel repellant...” States Iris, from beside me.
We’re both standing there looking stupid, when Sabrina comes out the door.
“Hello, can I help you?”
Looking behind us, our gazes go to each other, before returning to her. How in the world...
“We were looking for Ambrose, could you tell him that we’re here.” Says, Iris.
“And... who are you?”
“Kai.” I respond, quickly.
“And...” She probes.
“Just Kai...” I answer.
This is my problem, Iris shouldn’t be involved, when it all goes to hell in a handbasket.
“And could you do me a favor?”
“Yes?” She says, pausing at the door.
A handkerchief materializing out of thin air, she catches it, as it floats to the ground. “Could you wipe the wall, inside the front door for me?”
A snap of my fingers, and she smiles. “Sure...”
“An angel... that’s what you were hiding?”
I’d taken him against his will to my home, and held him there.
“A secret, that we’re obligated to protect.”
In his silence, I pickup his conflicting options. Continue whatever we’re doing, and risk further exclusion from his people, or cease all forms or contact with me, and hopefully gain the favor of the dark lord, to expedite his request for a pardon.
“I understand, if you don’t want to have anything further, to do with me.”
“What do you want?” He inquires.
“I don’t want to end, what we started, even if it means going against the wishes of my people. But, if it must be so...”