stick around a bit longer?” I flatly stated with an impish grin of my own this time.
Brown-nosing coward, I thought to myself awaiting his action or response. Drakael’s eyes widened for a moment, he knew who it was too, and he wasted no time flying without a word and leaving a rush of cool wind swirling briefly behind me.
V: Cam`ael:
C loser the immense shadow grew as it made its way towards me. My eyes glowed intensely, illuminating several yards ahead in front of me, and I saw Rahab gliding towards my dwelling. His bright, yellowish orange eyes were glowing as well. He must have news; otherwise, he always waited for me to summon him first.
Rahab was an extremely large fallen one. His body was massive in girth. He was built with the bulk of several muscled beasts. He had been cursed with complete onyx flesh nearly from head to toe and his hands resembled that of a dragon, curved fingers with wicked sharp obsidian talons that served as deadly weapons on their own and sharpened needle-like teeth to match. His strength was unparalleled and he was fierce in battle, though not too bright he r emained both a loyal good friend and ally to me continually since the beginning. No one ever suspected him; he blended in perfectly physically among the worst of the dark fallen ones, which made him an excellent spy.
I stepped back to allow him a wide berth. He landed in a crouch giving the solid rock a slight tremble once he touched down. He remained crouched on one knee with his head bowed. The claws and fingers of both of his hands were caked with a fresh, thick dark substance, and he was sweating. I smelled blood…foul, rotten and putrid, and it instantly incensed me inside. “Lord Cam`ael, I bring news.” His said with his head still bowed before me. His voice was low and deep.
This I hated and I told him so repea tedly. It was hard to understand him now and then hearing him speak through his teeth, and his voice rumbled like distant thunder at times so he could never quite whisper well, “I told you about that Rahab. I am no one’s lord.” I stated and meant it.
He looked up at me and grinned, “You are mine whether you like it or not. Humor me my friend; you still retain light in you. Therefore, I don’t see you as any less.” He then said as he rose to his full height. I sighed and rolled my eyes. ‘Please ignore and forgive him Elohim, his words are not my idea or preference.’ I spoke an internal brief prayer.
“Is it okay to speak aloud?” he then asked unsurely.
Though I glanced around and tuned in my supersonic hearing towards the distant horizon, the shadows in between, the ground below and all around the mountainous areas where I made my domain, I heard nothing to give way to any hidden ears. I opted that we communicate telepathically anyway though, just in case, especially if Drakael remained hidden somewhere not far off, as I believed he would do.
“Keep the conversation safe when we speak of Mor ning Star and anything regarding our plans, just in case. There’s a lot of activity out there right now. Are you sure you weren’t watched or followed?” I relayed to him telepathically, while scanning the distance beyond. He turned to glance back at the view behind from where he had just come as well then shook his head no. “No, I am sure of it now but a few lesser servant demons did attempt to follow me a ways back, and I had to…I mean I…” He replied. His facial expression conveyed chagrin and frustration as he looked over his blood-caked massive hands with talons splayed. I knew why he was apologetic. I cringed as some of the dark, foul blood that dripped from his hands fell and permeated the rock beneath his bulk. The rivulets left fissures of smoking, acrid tendrils behind since it could not withstand the elements within the rock, which consisted of light.
I needed to magically scrub the ground around him
Brown-nosing coward, I thought to myself awaiting his action or response. Drakael’s eyes widened for a moment, he knew who it was too, and he wasted no time flying without a word and leaving a rush of cool wind swirling briefly behind me.
V: Cam`ael:
C loser the immense shadow grew as it made its way towards me. My eyes glowed intensely, illuminating several yards ahead in front of me, and I saw Rahab gliding towards my dwelling. His bright, yellowish orange eyes were glowing as well. He must have news; otherwise, he always waited for me to summon him first.
Rahab was an extremely large fallen one. His body was massive in girth. He was built with the bulk of several muscled beasts. He had been cursed with complete onyx flesh nearly from head to toe and his hands resembled that of a dragon, curved fingers with wicked sharp obsidian talons that served as deadly weapons on their own and sharpened needle-like teeth to match. His strength was unparalleled and he was fierce in battle, though not too bright he r emained both a loyal good friend and ally to me continually since the beginning. No one ever suspected him; he blended in perfectly physically among the worst of the dark fallen ones, which made him an excellent spy.
I stepped back to allow him a wide berth. He landed in a crouch giving the solid rock a slight tremble once he touched down. He remained crouched on one knee with his head bowed. The claws and fingers of both of his hands were caked with a fresh, thick dark substance, and he was sweating. I smelled blood…foul, rotten and putrid, and it instantly incensed me inside. “Lord Cam`ael, I bring news.” His said with his head still bowed before me. His voice was low and deep.
This I hated and I told him so repea tedly. It was hard to understand him now and then hearing him speak through his teeth, and his voice rumbled like distant thunder at times so he could never quite whisper well, “I told you about that Rahab. I am no one’s lord.” I stated and meant it.
He looked up at me and grinned, “You are mine whether you like it or not. Humor me my friend; you still retain light in you. Therefore, I don’t see you as any less.” He then said as he rose to his full height. I sighed and rolled my eyes. ‘Please ignore and forgive him Elohim, his words are not my idea or preference.’ I spoke an internal brief prayer.
“Is it okay to speak aloud?” he then asked unsurely.
Though I glanced around and tuned in my supersonic hearing towards the distant horizon, the shadows in between, the ground below and all around the mountainous areas where I made my domain, I heard nothing to give way to any hidden ears. I opted that we communicate telepathically anyway though, just in case, especially if Drakael remained hidden somewhere not far off, as I believed he would do.
“Keep the conversation safe when we speak of Mor ning Star and anything regarding our plans, just in case. There’s a lot of activity out there right now. Are you sure you weren’t watched or followed?” I relayed to him telepathically, while scanning the distance beyond. He turned to glance back at the view behind from where he had just come as well then shook his head no. “No, I am sure of it now but a few lesser servant demons did attempt to follow me a ways back, and I had to…I mean I…” He replied. His facial expression conveyed chagrin and frustration as he looked over his blood-caked massive hands with talons splayed. I knew why he was apologetic. I cringed as some of the dark, foul blood that dripped from his hands fell and permeated the rock beneath his bulk. The rivulets left fissures of smoking, acrid tendrils behind since it could not withstand the elements within the rock, which consisted of light.
I needed to magically scrub the ground around him
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