Chapter 7
Drevlands POV
Okay, I know I haven’t spent much time with them all and I’ve never even met my god of war but that stung a bit. I’ve always been told I was visually appealing, but apparently not enough for chaos herself. Acheros did warn me about her attitude. Don’t get me wrong, I like them feisty, but Daeva’s exploits were literally legendary. I wonder if she knows how close we were to meeting throughout our 2,200 years. It’s like she was constantly running and I chasing for millennia, without realizing until now.
I had felt lost for most of my existence but she was like an anchor as soon as I saw her. And suspenders? Damn they looked good on her. Her eyes kept circling from green to red to gold like she was fighting with herself. I couldn’t help but smirk as I saw her trying to decide how to escape. Was she headed towards the stairs? Did she feel the pull? I’m not sure if this is going to be fun or end in bloodshed. I was ready for either at this point, as long as it involved the beautiful and insane being in front of me.
I had to keep up appearances with the other “supernaturals” but I had my fair share of fun, but I wanted to keep appearenced of one of us being in charge so that the others could have their fun. I was the judgment call, I had to keep appearances for humanity’s sake. Acheros was the only one to know that I am even capable of “letting loose.” I was the one to give him the nickname Roo after all.
He was teaching me to surf, stick in my ass and all according to my fated love, and he had an altercation with a kangaroo. I haven’t laughed that hard before or since watching practically a god start to get his ass whooped by a kangaroo. He is also the only one to know the truth of why I’m here. I didn’t want to pull Miss Morana away from her fun, until I saw her, that is. Now I would like nothing more than to tie her up in my room and bury myself in her. He told me about her comment about having a stick up my ass and I will certainly be teasing her with it at some point, but maybe after the business at hand, or I know that she won’t try to kill me for it. Why I was really here, is concerning the humans.
Everything has been so calm lately but I’ve been hearing whispers of someone or something wanting to start another apocalypse. Acheros, I trust. I trust the rest of them for the most part, but I need to make sure that we are united enough to stop it before it can happen. If there is another uprising, we will need to work together and act as a united front. I also needed to make sure Daeva was still loyal to the humans.
She could start and end a war herself from all of the stories I’ve been told, and from what I know about the destruction that she caused in the war of the princes. She is the strongest among us, maybe even more so than me. If she were to switch sides, the world would be lost. Guaranteed. Luckily though, Roo told me that the reason Daeva was so hesitant to meet with me is because she didn’t want to be “a stuffy counsel in the sky” she wanted to be around “her pea brains” as she called them.
I don’t think I need to worry about her, especially now. Being tied together by the fates is going to make part of my plan difficult. I wanted to test her, but my demon side is more active than ever and wants to tear into her. I have to keep my control. But I can still touch her right?
After her outburst, I couldn’t help but let out a low rumbling laugh. I wish I could read her right now, but she’s the only one that escapes my powers since her job can not allow her to be vulnerable. Her eyes flashed gold hearing my laugh. I wanted to crawl inside the slit in her shirt and nestle myself between the perfect breasts hidden under there. Focus Devland. I ran my finger tip from her elbow down to her hand watching her shiver as her eyes continued circling through colors.
I grabbed her hand to kiss the back, then her wrist. “It’s lovely to meet you too, Miss Morana” I replied, keeping a grin on my face. Her eyes landed on red this time for a split second. What is going on in that head of hers? “Daeva. You will kindly refrain from calling me ‘Miss’ anything if you wish to remain in my bar.” She said with pride.
Those lips are perfect. Her voice is like low sultry music. Not your typical feminine sweet, but deeper and sexier and more beautiful than the bells of heaven themselves even if there was insolence in her words. I broke into a smile I don’t wear often. Is gold her demon or her angel? It can vary for each of us but hers are confusing me already. I’m sure at least one of them are feeling the same thing. I reached into my pocket to pull out a present I got from downstairs. “I ran into a friend of yours downstairs. Your name was rolling around in her head so much I had to ask if she knew where you were.
She didn’t, but she did ask me to give you something if I found you. It’s from an attractive young redhead downstairs, she asked me to give this to a ‘Miss Morana’” I said, handing her a folded up receipt with a number on it. Back to red in her eyes. She snatched it away to shove in her pocket. Is that a blush I see? I have to find a way to see that color on her caramel skin again. “Ah, Beth.” Was her only response.
I stood there trying to get a hold of my demon as I remembered the image of Daeva going down on her playing on repeat in the human's head. I both wanted to keep her locked in a tower for myself and bury myself in her while watching her buried in the human. Beth, was it? Shit, I’m in deep.
Daeva seemed to finally be getting control of herself. She either really didn’t want me or really didn’t want to show it. Hmm. Either way, her eyes landed on green and stayed there. That was my new favorite color. It was emerald and forest green at the same time but rimmed with gold and completely mesmerizing. She cleared her throat and said “please join us, you know the gang. Except Volkan that is. Have you met their fated- their people- the um.
The people they chose to stay with after the fates- um.” I let out another rumbling laugh. Daeva's eyes went gold again for a flash before she sat down and ran a hand over her face. She had winged eyeliner on, yeah I know what that is, I spend more time with humans than they think. Other than that, I don’t see another speck of makeup on her. I turned back to the group shaking the hands of my colleagues and their significant others. Apparently Daeva couldn’t find that lucky little phrase. I shook the hand of Jaakob last. I did know him from my time in heaven. He was not as old as I, but he is well respected in heaven.
He is … fine. I like him well enough and since the fates have chosen him for Aella, I will continue liking him well enough. There is, however, something that I don’t trust about him. Plus, he’s too damn slow. Any time I took a tour of heaven with him it was torturously slow. After shaking hands with everyone, I took a seat beside my Daeva. And make no mistake, she is mine. This is the part that is going to hurt.