Page 141 of The Vampire's Thirst
Celene opened the volume to the next story told by the OneCreator’s assassin to the Cambion from Wales. If the fire-winged guy was so hell-bent on saving the Aeternals, maybe he would rescue her.Hah!
Inside Gahya’s airy abode in The Vast, between Angor and the Evermore where immortals frittered away their time with betting, fucking, and court politics, Ohngel stood, arms crossed over his chest, legs splayed in a warrior’s stance, uneasy in this realm where everyone glowed equally in the eternal sunlight, both the good and the bad.
Ohngel felt the heavy tug of his wings. He was soul-weary.
He watched Earth below where the Genitrix’s Aeternals suffered. A demon had been aging for nearly a year. Now, he lay abed alongside a fire which warmed the chamber but not his bones. His leathery face was lined with wrinkles, his hair grey, his hands trembling while they clutched the homespun blanket which hid his decaying flesh. His body rejected his mate’s attempt to feed him from her orgasms, an act necessary for his breed’s survival.
Impossibly, he was dying.
And he wasn’t the only ill Aeternal. In another region, a female vampire languished despite a mate who offered her his wrist, his blood a stain on her pinched lips. Yet, she did not swallow.
Gahya’s creatures were no longer immortal.
“No tears, Genitrix?” The fire-winged assassin of the OneCreator spun away from the view to observe Gahya, who primped at her vanity.
Her eyes caught his gaze in the mirror. With the haughty smile of a female accustomed to adoration, she reached over her shoulder, offering a brush for her golden hair. “Please, love. It is impossible to reach the snarls in the back.”
He accepted her weapon of seduction, stroking her silken locks. The Genitrix was a beauty, but her heart was empty, devoid of warmth.
Gods. He was so tired. Though of late, he had been occupied with cutting off the heads of evil ones who had streamed from Angor to fight their way through to the Evermore. Their blood had coated his blade along with his razor-edged wings. And their blackened souls disturbed not one of his dreams because this brutal job was his sole pleasure, giving him a sense of … what? Justice? Morality? Order? Yes. Thus, it was not his gruesome tasks which wearied him. No. He enjoyed those. It was his irritating flirtation with a conscience.
“You look so forlorn, Ohngel. If it is my creatures who concern you, remember, they have brought on their own ills. Besides, the OneCreator proposes a new bet.”
“Explain.” His jaw tightened.
She pivoted in her seat, her robe falling open to reveal the long expanse of creamy skin that was her leg. “Gabriel and I are to pit our creatures against one another in a wager.”
“What?” When his wings snapped out, Gahya wisely flinched at the sight of his power.
“It will be fun, my love. The OneCreator will be in court on his throne to watch the game. Everyone is expected to be in attendance.”
“You are like a bee gathering honey from a poisonous flower.”
“You blaspheme when you say he is poisonous.” Gahya resumed primping, glancing at the warrior in the mirror.
“To you he is. You have no defenses. Before a new game, finish the one you began. Do you not owe your creatures?”
“Are we back to them again, Ohngel? You grow wearisome, my dear.”
A deep laugh rolled up from his chest. “So I have heard. There.” He returned her brush. “Your hair is smooth, untangled. Unlike the webs you spin.”
She turned on her seat. “You compare me to a spider? I thought you enjoyed my diversions.”
“Yes. Your intrigues, along with your body, enthrall me. But I am a willful, weak male.”
When she stood toe-to-toe with Ohngel, she feathered her fingertips along his bare chest.
As always, his heart pounded harder with her caresses. He loved a female’s hand stroking his flesh. The warmth of her touch. The tingling sensations brushing across his skin. The bone-deep contentment of body-against-body. What would it be like from someone whose soft hands spoke to him of love?
He chuckled. The assassin was beyond such useless emotion. Instead, he would wallow in Gahya’s carnal delights as she offered him a new experience each visit. “They age. They die. Your creatures are no longer immortal.”
“I am aware. They still live long, however. Are you ever bored, Ohngel?” She clasped the back of his head, pulling him toward her luscious breasts.
He resisted suckling her to answer her unexpected question. “Sometimes I suffer from melancholia, but I’m sure your pussy can cure me of it. If not, I can kill something.”
As further temptation, Gahya unhooked a shoulder of her peplos, baring a nipple.
Despite the aching arousal pushing against his breeches, he fought the urge to take her in his mouth. “You created Aeternals from a sliver of your soul. You gave them carnal knowledge. One of your demons killed a forbidden Homo erectus. Now, your creatures kill humans to feed. Well and truly pissed, the OneCreator has sent a virus to destroy their immortality. He levels the field for Gabriel’s Homo sapiens.”
