45. Tired Angel

As the two danced Elise glanced around the room. She was out of her element. Her mind wandered as she watched the other party guests. Suddenly she heard a voice which brought her back to the reality of the situation.

“May I cut in.”

It was Nybys. Leviathan was apprehensive about handing Elise over to him. Though he was not as particular as malicious as some of his other brothers. He still didn’t want any of his brothers to close to her. He needed to play nice for now though. He reluctantly moved away to let them dance.

If he had any hope of getting them both out of hell, he would have to give a little. His brothers knew what he wanted and he was sure that they would be toying with the both of them before they let him have it. Leviathan kept his eyes on them as they danced. He could tell they were talking but couldn’t make out what was being said.

Asmodeus came up behind him and slapped him on the back.

“Brother you know I don’t remember you telling us how beautiful she is.”

Leviathan fist tightened. It was bad enough that he had to bring her here. Watching his brothers lust after her was pushing the line. His anger coursed through him. Elise belonged to him.

“You know if you want the keys, I could persuade the others.”

“And why would you do that? Wait no better question what do you want?”

“I want her.”

Leviathan was ready to start yelling at his younger brother right then, but Asmodeus continued to speak.

“I only want a little taste. Just one night.”

Leviathan could not stomach any more, He exploded. He shoved his brother away and drew out his hellish weapon. Asmodeus did the same. They began to fight in the middle of the party not caring who was underfoot. The other guest moved quickly to clear out of their way. Those at a safe distance turned to watch this new entertainment.

Asmodeus struggled to fend off Leviathan’s attack using his horseman's pick; a long-handled war hammer which had a huge spike on the reverse side and a wicked hook on the other end. Leviathan drove at him so furiously with his trident that he knocked the hammer from his brother’s hand. Asmodeus fell to his knees.

“Don’t you ever look at her again!” Leviathan yelled standing over him with his spear.

“Brother come on.” Asmodeus laughed. “We have shared before.”

Leviathan swung to the side with his trident cutting Asmodeus’ arm. Asmodeus picked up his horseman's pick and put it back into his back.

“Fine.” He said as he shoved past Leviathan to go and lick his wound.

Leviathan put his weapon away and looked around the room for Elise. He wanted to make sure that she was okay, but he could not see her anywhere. He franticly searched the room until he heard a crash. He turned to see where the sound had come from as did everyone else who had been distracted by Leviathan and Asmodeus fighting.

He walked toward the sound and there was Elise. She had been fighting. She had lost her dress. It must have gotten torn off her during the fight. She was standing there naked covered in blood with her weapon in hand. ‘How is it,’ Leviathan thought, ‘that every time I leave her alone in hell, she ends up covered in blood?’

Leviathan was not going to wait for someone to go get her some clothes. He walked up to her, removed his shirt, and draped it over her. He didn’t want anyone lusting after her naked flesh. Once he was satisfied with how she was covered, he looked around. She was surrounded by a circle of dead demons.

“What happened.”

“They tried to...”

Leviathan did not need to hear her explanation. He put his arm around her and pulled her in close. He glanced around at the on lookers. His brothers stood off in the background. He wondered how many of them were behind this. This was a good place to make sure everyone knew where he stood and just what they were risking if they were going to attack Elise. It was time they all understood.

In his thunderous voice he yelled. “This is Elise! She is mine! I have claimed her! Any attack on her is an attack on me! If that is not enough to deter you then know this; Elise is the daughter of Azrael, the angle of death. Her weapon will kill you. You will not regenerate the way you normally would. You will just cease to be. You have all been warned.”

He started walking toward the exit keeping Elise tucked protectively under his arm. As they reached the exit he looked back at his brothers. They stared back at him as he scolded them with his eyes.

They walked back to their sedan chairs and men waiting to carry them.

“Leviathan I am going to fly back.” Elise announced before he could help her into her seat.

He could see by the look on her face, she needed some time by herself.

“Okay, if that is what you need. I’ll just poof back to my place. Will you be able to find it?”

“Yeah, I will be fine. I’ll see you in a bit.”

She removed his shirt, put up her weapon, and opened her black wings. The carriers watched in awe as she stood naked before them with her wings open wide. She pushed off the ground and shot up into the sky. Although she had said she was going to go back to Leviathans castle first she flew out of the city.

She wanted to go back to the place she had first landed in when she was sent to Hell. It was dark out though, and she couldn’t make out anything without the lights of the city. The air was pushing against her and wearing her down. She only searched for a moment before she decided that it would be better if she went back to the fires of the city.

She flew high over the city until she spotted Leviathans castle. She descended slowly circling the castle and came to land in the courtyard in front of the main entrance. She felt the rough dry dirt against her naked feet. It felt right, as if she were a wild beast in her natural state. She started walking toward the entry way and Leviathan came out with a robe. She put up her wings as he draped it over her blood crusted shoulders. He held her as they walked into the castle.

“Will you bath with me?” She asked.

“Yes.”

They went to the bathing room down the hall from Leviathan’s bed chamber. She watched him undress. Then he gently removed her robe. He loved how her body looked. Even now as it was caked with dry blood. Her curves were accentuated with the way the blood had spilled over them. He wanted to worship her body all night, but he could tell she was beat. It was more than that though. Elise felt as if her light, her inner spark was depleted.

He knew it had to do with the day she had. Tomorrow would be better he thought. The two of them got in the tub. She scrubbed her skin till it was back to her natural ivory cream color. Leviathan rubbed her legs, relaxing her.

After an hour in the tub, they retired to the large bed. As soon as Elise’ head hit the pillow she was out for the night.