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maim. They fought wars against each other in the name of religion and to them that made it justified.
Through it all, the heavens cried with the futile waste of life they'd been granted. Humans were a fickle sort at best, but their breeding habits saw to it that their numbers stayed obscene. It also kept them at the top of the so called food chain, while they caged or destroyed anything remotely threatening to them whether it was animal or man. Humans, they were barbaric at best, murderous and self-loathing at worst. Thank the Creator Lachi was not one of them. Laziel fidgeted as the Pope stood and made his way toward them.
With the arc of his wings on full display, Laziel stood tall as the elderly male approached them. His eyes watery blue with age, yet still sharp, widened. He'd seen Laziel many times before, but every time they met, the Pope still regarded him with awe as though the angel were proof of his Lord’s existence.
Per protocol when meeting the Pope, most humans took to their left knee and bowed before kissing his ring. But for Laziel, a celestial known to have graced the right hand side of the Creator, there was no such conformity. Only two beings bore the power to bring Laziel to his knees. One of them stood right alongside him with an expectant hard line painted across his slightly perplexed face. Laziel did, however, take the offered ring and kiss the cold emblem in a mark of true respect to his Creator and the God this male believed in.
On touching the human’s hand, Laziel slipped into the male's open thoughts and warmly smiled at the Pope’s look of awareness. A quick glimpse and Laziel calmed. The soul, heart and mind of the male were in no way ill-advised or corrupt. In fact, the astonishing thing was he knew of the problems and corruption in his ranks and was doing his upmost to weed them out. Laziel took a step back in announcement of the vampire King and turned his sights on the one other male occupying the room.
Gabriel.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
While Laziel paid tribute to the highest ranking individual in the humans’ religious faiths, Malachi scanned the room. He counted four cameras aimed in various directions and heard the faint buzz of at least as many listening devices. He had little doubt other less noticeable equipment surveyed the room. Obviously human plants, he thought as vampires knew such endeavors wasted valuable time and resources simply because they were ineffective when faced with their race’s superior skill set. Willing one of the cameras to turn in his direction, he stared straight into the black eye of its camera and with a thought jammed it and all other spyware in the room. Somewhere, the watchers scrambled to figure out what the fuck had just happened.
“Your Excellency, Malachi Azarian Denali, King of the Vampire race.” The deep intonations of the man at the Pope’s side subsided into nothing at the casual wave of the papal hand.
“We’ve been introduced, Gabriel. Numerous times.” Before the affronted man could object, Pope Gregori XVII stepped forward and clasped Lachi’s hand warmly. “Sorry, for such short notice, Malachi. Can we walk just a moment?”
Malachi nodded once, and met the angel’s piercing gaze. He swept a pointed glance at Gabriel. Laziel smirked and stepped between the hovering secretary and the Pope.
“What the…” Gabriel sputtered. “I have to go with him.”
“What you have to do is stay where you are, unless you want to try a little one on one time with this celestial.” The quiet menace in Laziel’s voice and the mental image of his own personal time with the angel sent a tingle of awareness down Malachi’s spine. He tamped down his body’s eager response when Gregori's low whisper caught his ear. “I’m not sure it is safe to talk here. The very walls have ears, as the saying goes.”
“Not anymore, they don’t.”
The Pope chuckled. “Wish I could do that.”
“We’ve had this discussion before
Through it all, the heavens cried with the futile waste of life they'd been granted. Humans were a fickle sort at best, but their breeding habits saw to it that their numbers stayed obscene. It also kept them at the top of the so called food chain, while they caged or destroyed anything remotely threatening to them whether it was animal or man. Humans, they were barbaric at best, murderous and self-loathing at worst. Thank the Creator Lachi was not one of them. Laziel fidgeted as the Pope stood and made his way toward them.
With the arc of his wings on full display, Laziel stood tall as the elderly male approached them. His eyes watery blue with age, yet still sharp, widened. He'd seen Laziel many times before, but every time they met, the Pope still regarded him with awe as though the angel were proof of his Lord’s existence.
Per protocol when meeting the Pope, most humans took to their left knee and bowed before kissing his ring. But for Laziel, a celestial known to have graced the right hand side of the Creator, there was no such conformity. Only two beings bore the power to bring Laziel to his knees. One of them stood right alongside him with an expectant hard line painted across his slightly perplexed face. Laziel did, however, take the offered ring and kiss the cold emblem in a mark of true respect to his Creator and the God this male believed in.
On touching the human’s hand, Laziel slipped into the male's open thoughts and warmly smiled at the Pope’s look of awareness. A quick glimpse and Laziel calmed. The soul, heart and mind of the male were in no way ill-advised or corrupt. In fact, the astonishing thing was he knew of the problems and corruption in his ranks and was doing his upmost to weed them out. Laziel took a step back in announcement of the vampire King and turned his sights on the one other male occupying the room.
Gabriel.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
While Laziel paid tribute to the highest ranking individual in the humans’ religious faiths, Malachi scanned the room. He counted four cameras aimed in various directions and heard the faint buzz of at least as many listening devices. He had little doubt other less noticeable equipment surveyed the room. Obviously human plants, he thought as vampires knew such endeavors wasted valuable time and resources simply because they were ineffective when faced with their race’s superior skill set. Willing one of the cameras to turn in his direction, he stared straight into the black eye of its camera and with a thought jammed it and all other spyware in the room. Somewhere, the watchers scrambled to figure out what the fuck had just happened.
“Your Excellency, Malachi Azarian Denali, King of the Vampire race.” The deep intonations of the man at the Pope’s side subsided into nothing at the casual wave of the papal hand.
“We’ve been introduced, Gabriel. Numerous times.” Before the affronted man could object, Pope Gregori XVII stepped forward and clasped Lachi’s hand warmly. “Sorry, for such short notice, Malachi. Can we walk just a moment?”
Malachi nodded once, and met the angel’s piercing gaze. He swept a pointed glance at Gabriel. Laziel smirked and stepped between the hovering secretary and the Pope.
“What the…” Gabriel sputtered. “I have to go with him.”
“What you have to do is stay where you are, unless you want to try a little one on one time with this celestial.” The quiet menace in Laziel’s voice and the mental image of his own personal time with the angel sent a tingle of awareness down Malachi’s spine. He tamped down his body’s eager response when Gregori's low whisper caught his ear. “I’m not sure it is safe to talk here. The very walls have ears, as the saying goes.”
“Not anymore, they don’t.”
The Pope chuckled. “Wish I could do that.”
“We’ve had this discussion before
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