House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1) novel Chapter 39

Though Khiron never had a night, not really, that was according to Alonso, who had informed her that the souls lighted Khiron, even so, Clare could hardly make out much but the shape and size of the figure across the lake, she knew, it was strange how, but she knew it was him, the robed guy.

She felt the pressure of Nathan’s hand as he squeezed her left shoulder, she stared at him, “What realm are the Shapeshifter’s from?”

“The fifth, It’s called Rughonia, but the ones you need to know about is the Asguardians.”

“Asguardians? You mean Thor and stuff?” his eyes widened, as he moved her forward, further from the crowd. They stood so close to the water, any closer and they would’ve been in it, “Ssshhh, don’t mention those names around here, it's forbidden.”

“Jee wiz dude, I was just saying, no need to get weird.” She whispered back, with a poor attempt of a scowl, “Who are they anyway, the Asguardians.”

Nathan stared directly into her irises, grave distress envisioned in the pain of his eyes. His turmoil, opened up for that moment, but she didn’t look away, because she knew if she was sure about anything - he was her brother, and all she wanted to do was hold him, and tell him it’ll be okay, but she couldn’t, because them being okay wasn’t certain. He dropped his eyes and gazed behind Clare, past her shoulder.

His guard up and tightened in his features, “Asguardian’s are the offspring of Angels, they don’t have Angelic abilities but they can use seraph verses nonetheless, you should watch yourself around them, our own have a habit of disappearing when it’s convenient for them.”

Clare gasped out a breath after she had held it a minute too long, she caught a sweet incensed smell of citronella from the near fire which burnt a few feet away from them, “What? Where are they?”

Clare could smell the brandy on her brother’s breath as they walked close together, moving in toward the crowd. He was practically bringing her down, leaning on her, inconspicuously. She didn’t confront him, or moan about it, she wouldn’t care if he was drunk, she didn’t blame him either, he just lost his mother, “We tend to purposely lose the invites addressed to Asguardians unless we really have to.”

“Offspring of Angels, I didn’t know they did stuff like that, amongst themselves.”

Her brother’s smile broadened at her, “You have much to learn sister. It’ll be easier if we could get that memory back, and I got someone who might be able to help with that, but first.”

He pointed to a coffin, as he did she looked around them, small bonfires burned in small holes dug up around the bayou.

Clare saw something, and thought projected from her mind, “Who’s those people, one of them got their hood up, how weird is that, I saw a guy dressed just like that.”

Nathan thought before he answered, he looked as though he wished she had never asked, “They’re the Casters, descendants of Tempters.”