Summon Toren(66)

Toren knew he was being ruthless as he watched the truth sink into Ezekiel's mind. His brows narrowed as he no doubt struggled to call bullshit to the outrageous claim, but he couldn’t.

“Look, I’d like to stand here and give you some shock time, but I don’t have it. The man who is getting firewood isn’t a man but a demon. So, what’s it going to be?” Toren kept his voice even.

Finally the prick waded through his shock and looked around before muttering, “Exactly why the fuck would I want to help God? The last time I checked the son-of-a-bitch hasn’t done me any favors for the last…” he shrugged with a harsh sneer, “…twenty-five years.”

Toren took a careful breath, resisting the urge to rip his blasphemous tongue out.

“You’re wrong about God, Ezekiel.”

“Oh is that right?” The human stared him down a few seconds. “Prove it angel.”

The man couldn’t have uttered more perfect words. “So glad you asked.” Toren grabbed him by the front of his jacket and hauled him in the house and bolted the door.

He silenced the two startled women and caught Ezekiel’s fist before it hit his face. “You don’t want to piss me off EZ.” He spun him around and held him against his body in a choke hold.

“Toren?” Sam held a hand out to him. “Easy now.”

“Ezekiel asked me to prove how wrong he is about God. Thought I’d kill two birds with one stone.” Toren nodded at Skylar “See, poor EZ here has been heart broken by life. I mean no disrespect EZ,” Toren said at his ear, “but not only did you insult my God, you lied about Him.”

“Your God is heartless,” Ezekiel gritted.

Toren had to hand it to the bastard. He had balls. “Maybe you can give him yours.” Toren sank his fingers into the man's chest and pulled out his heart, ignoring the hysterical screams from Skylar and angry shouts from Samantha while the human went rigid in his arms. “What do you think?” Toren turned the heart this way and that before him. “I think it looks filthy, in need of purging.” Toren put the heart back in Ezekiel's chest and healed it with a few pats of his hand before shoving the human off him.

Ezekiel grabbed his chest nearly hyperventilating.

A low grumble shook the cabin and Toren listened. “They’re coming.”

“Who’s coming?” Sam wasn’t far behind Ezekiel in panic.

“Demons.” He looked at Ezekiel. “You need to kiss her.”

He looked at him like he was nuts. “What?”

“Kiss her! Until you kiss, I can’t use my powers!”



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Ezekiel couldn’t believe what was happening. Had he slipped into a worm hole? His PTSD finally conquered him? He glanced from the insane angel/man to the wide eyed horror stricken woman on his right all while the cabin threatened to rattle apart around him.

One final glance at the being who’d just ripped his heart out of his chest said he’d better act now or suffer worse consequences. The single window on the cabin exploded inward and Ezekiel dove toward the woman. Why in the hell did kissing have to be one of his fucking phobias!

The roof flew off the shack and the woman screamed next to him. Before he could act, she did. She was suddenly attached to his body tighter than a vice grip. She squealed as she glued herself to him, lips grinding into his painfully.

“A real kiss!” the insane angel roared.

Ezekiel grabbed her head and held her so he could really kiss her.

The second their tongues mingled and he got a taste of her, dormant chemicals kicked in and he tasted her.

Seconds into the kiss, she gave a whimper of surrender, her mouth softening beneath his, becoming almost a succulent silk.

The sweet moment vanished when the room filled with metallic groaning. He looked and realized the angel had wings! Metal wings, like chrome with wicked looking daggers for flight feathers.

Holy shit.

Three darkly furred creatures suddenly appeared inside the cabin walking upright, snarling to flash the most ferocious looking fangs. Ezekiel didn’t know if they just materialized or what. One lifted a horribly human-like hand to display five heavily taloned digits. Another made a growling noise that sounded oddly like speech. The other two responded, splitting off to the sides as though to prepare to attack the angel, their clear objective.

The angel’s arms flashed out to his side and metal bits seemed to explode from the creatures' hides with the force of TNT.

Ezekiel dove to the floor and covered the woman’s head burying her in the center of his fetal curl. Then he realized they hadn’t been hurt from the blast because the metal shards hovered in the air.