Page 35 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

Lothaire

BETRAYAL

The beginning: Shackles—Day 3, hour 6

“DICK!” I screamed as I slammed my fists into the glass artwork on display near the entrance of his office. The glass shattered into a million pieces. “How fucking dare you? You manipulative cunt!”

I threw one of his fancy guest chairs into the wall until it was a bent, useless hunk of metal.

I’d waited all day in the High Court’s headquarters to see Dick only to find out the blasted angel was working from his home realm.

After another day of waiting in the angel realm for him to open his office door, I was done trying to think rationally.

When Dick’s assistant had finally tapped her clipboard and said he would see me, I’d seen red.

She’d pushed open his office door, and all it had taken was one look.

One glance at the pretentious prick’s smirk and my mind had blanked out with rage.

I wanted his blood.

“You called?” Dick drawled casually from behind his desk as he watched me tear apart his office, like it was just another mundane workday. He was a heavy-set man with a barrel chest and beady dark eyes.

At first glance, he seemed overweight. He wasn’t. It was part of the reason he made such an excellent spy for the High Court. People misjudged him and weren’t prepared for his immense strength.

Now I wished he were weaker so I could beat the shit out of him like I’d always dreamed of.

Dick didn’t bother to reach for the ice sword positioned across his desk. It was impossibly wide and five feet long, and frost dissipated in the surrounding air.

Angels and devils and their stupid swords.

Sun god, I hated this realm.

I snarled at it with disgust, and Dick leaned back against the floor-to-ceiling windows behind his desk. Like he didn’t have a care in the world.

The office glittered in the bright sunlight, and I squinted. The angel side of the realm was cast in perpetual daylight, and I hated it; I preferred the darkness of the devil side.

My chest heaved as I pinned him with my gaze and said, “You’re done. Does your deceit know no end? Do the gods know the extent of your manipulations? How fucking cruel you are?”

Dick smirked like he knew something I didn’t. Like something was funny about what I’d said.

Raw power sparked around me.

He eyed me warily.

Dick thought he knew who I was, but ever since the massacre five centuries ago, I’d kept my true savagery restrained behind walls and fortresses of control.

All my walls had fallen.

There was nothing left but rage.

“How dare you? No god can save you now. You’ve lied to me for the last time,” I whispered as I reared back and picked up one of his stupid glass guest chairs. Unbridled vampyre strength coursed through me as I slammed it against the stupidly expensive tile floors.

Dick stared at me and said, “I’m confused.”

He dared to pretend he didn’t know what he’d done. Again.

That was it.

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