House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1) novel Chapter 60

The room was full of Asguardians, their frustrated moans and curses echoed in an ancient tongue. Liam wanted desperately to silence them, instead, he had made the situation worse. When he scoffed at Dukael, the elder in charge since Raphael and Armatos was in Khiron,

He had insulted them-

The Angel's offspring, and called them wingless trash, after that, it pretty much sealed his faith.

The discussion at present was who would take him to the Elvan domain. The mountain in Safiereal was made with a rare metal, which weakened all angelic descendants including the Tempters children. The idea was to torture him there, in hopes to seek vengeance, for burning their scrolls over a thousand years ago.

They slashed him continuously in the past hours with what looked like a scourge but was actually an Angelic laced whip called Dresta, made and named by Azazy-el, the master of weaponry himself. Unfortunate for them, it hadn’t done the damage they had hoped. Eventually, as the hours progressed, he was allowed a comfortable seat on a throne chair in the centre of the room. Though he was forbidden on the sacred ground, no one had stepped forward and asked him how he had entered.

Liam absorbed the attention, as he sat on the throne chair, left in view for all those in the room to see. He should have said something, but, his mind was not focused on the present, as much as they thought.

He was surely focused, but on something far beyond- a barely-there woman with enticing lips that pouted when she teased you or got so upset that she had to rein herself in. The woman with the most malicious yet seductive smirk that played on her mouth, when you dared challenged her, as it taunted its victim,