Keera cringed as she heard Tibias take a step towards her. There was silence for a moment, before his footfalls retreated back towards the building and the angel’s body relaxed as the door clicked shut.
Well, it’s nice to know that I rank so highly on your list of priorities, she thought with bitter sarcasm. She brooded silently, fists clenched painfully tight. Of course, it’s probably all my fault. There was absolutely nothing in your behavior to indicate that you actually cared for me! After all, who could? I’m just a no good, dangerous, rotten, half-breed demon! Wrath grew like a fast approaching storm within the winged woman and unabated ire coursed through her veins. At least Kole is honest about his complete lack of feeling and compassion; you have to go around pretending, when you’re not hiding behind your blasted ice-man persona! She whipped around to face Celia’s building, her green eyes shooting icy daggers at the door. Well, you know what Tibias, you can just drop dead!
The angel stood, glaring at the door, a vengeful Valkyrie. Suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped in her mind, realization final caught up with her stream of consciousness. Almost in a daze, she slowly turned away from the door and trudge over to a nearby step. She sat down, rather ungracefully for an angel, and ran her fingers through her fiery hair before resting her pale face in the palms of her hands.
I don’t want Tibias to die. She was ashamed that the thought had even flashed through her mind, no matter how angry she was at him. Keera rubbed the bridge of her nose in an attempt to clear her muddled thoughts, only to stop mid-motion as she realized how Tibias-like the action was. I was too hard on him. She should have been expecting the raw and chaotic vortex of emotions that swirled through her mind and clouded her judgment. She should have been prepared to control them. After all, it wasn’t the first time she’d fallen into that particular abyss.
Demon blood had a particularly strong affect on a human body. She’d seen its effects on Tibias, but more vivid memories came from remembrances of her former companions. Withdrawal left the body a broken shell, locked in unimaginable torment until the poor soul recovered enough to will his shattered carcass into submission. Or died, which was the gentler and more common outcome. She could still remember nameless mortals, unable to support their habit, writhing in agony on dark and dirty streets. Angels didn’t have that problem. While empowered by the sheer energy of demon blood, her body was immune to the physical aftershocks of the drug. But, there were costs. The illegal substance messed with the mind, destroyed any sense of emotional stability, a high price for Keera, who recognized that the stability of her impulsive persona was precarious to begin with.
Of course, I’m probably the only being who knows the effects of demon blood withdrawal on angels. I’m the only angel stupid enough to try it!
Much to Royal’s dismay, nothing in Tibias’ manner as he entered the office gave the terrow any hint as to what had transpired on the street outside. Silencing spells had kept the voices from traveling into the building. The human crossed the room quickly, entering the back room before the blond elf could open his snarky mouth.
“That’s all right, Tibs,” he called with a casual wave, “We’ll just sit here and work on our mind reading skills.” Carahya rolled her eyes at her obnoxious compatriot before throwing a paper air plane that hit him squarely on the back of his head.
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