Succubus Lord 11 by Vall Eric

Author:Vall, Eric [Vall, Eric]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2019-11-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

The tall Archangel towered over the wounded Tartaruchi on the ground, and the demon began to cower like a scared puppy.

“Good job neutralizing the Tartaruchi, Jacob,” Metatron observed as he glared down at the ashy creature. “The Watchers had given us word they were on the loose here on Earth Realm. I almost didn’t believe them.”

“These bastards are getting pretty brave,” I retorted. “We ran into a bunch of ‘em out on the Hunter’s Plains not too long ago. Sia claims they’re not supposed to leave the Circles of Hell, yet here they are.”

Metatron placed his armored boot against the arm of the Tartaruchi and glanced back over his shoulder at me.

“Yet here they are,” the blond Archangel repeated, and then he raised his eyebrow curiously. “I see you’ve fully embraced the royal aesthetic.”

“What?” I questioned, and then I remembered what I was wearing. “Oh, this is just a costume. We were all trying to blend in with the Halloween festival down there.”

I yanked off the rubber mask, tossed it to the ground, and then undid the cape around my neck. As it fell to the ground, I let out a sigh of relief.

“Jacob!” Raphael’s voice called out as he appeared over the side of the building with Todd by his side. “I saw the blast of Divine Light. Is everything al--”

The Archangel’s face went slack, and the color drained from his cheeks when he saw Metatron.

“Hello, Raphael,” Metatron said as he took in Raph’s costume. “Are you participating in this ‘Halloween’ nonsense as well?”

“I, uh, n-not really,” Raphael stuttered as he ripped the fuzzy hat from his head. “Jacob thought these disguises would help us blend in.”

“And that is the one you picked?” the blond Archangel asked skeptically. “The one that makes you look like you’re wearing a bearskin rug? And what is that hat? You look like Abraham Lincoln’s effeminate cousin.”

Todd let out a muffled snicker, but then he lost it.

“G-gaybraham Lincoln!” he cackled, and then he doubled over and began to slap his knee violently.

“I am not--” Raph protested as his face turned red, and he threw the hat onto the ground. “I’ll have you know I’ve been with plenty of women!”

“Excuse me?” Metatron gasped. “Raphael, please correct me if I’m wrong, but I could have sworn I heard you say you’ve laid with a woman? That’s almost as sacrilegious as what the Tartaruchi here have done.”

“I-I’m just informing Todd over there that I am not a homosexual,” Raph fumbled over his words. “It’s an expression, that’s all.”

“Yeah, yeah,” the imp retorted as he wiped a tear away from his eye, “I shoulda guessed the pimp would be sleepin’ with all his hoes.”

“Leno,” the ghost of Angelo Martatelli snickered. “Leno est stultus petasum.”

“That’s right, Fettuccini,” Todd agreed. “They’re all givin’ some petasum, if ya get my drift.”

“The ladies at the Velvet Lips are not ‘hoes!’” Raph shot back. “They’re delicate flowers who just need a kind father figure to guide them through their lives.”

“That’s a weird

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