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Gregori.”
Another quick laugh spilled forth. “I thank you for the offer yet again, my friend, but the answer is still no.” Out of earshot of the human, but still within Laziel’s range, his face grew serious and he sighed. “The Vatican and the church are rife with venality. I’m not sure who around me I can trust with the exception of my God, you and Laziel.” He stopped at the window and gazed out into the night sky. “I’ll be blunt. You have a traitor in your midst, vampire. A high ranking one, if I guess correctly.”
“Tell me what you know.”
“This morning, I received an email, my personal account of which few have knowledge or access. It spews tales of corruption and deceit in the vampire court, and hinted at trouble during your last Elder meeting. It’s unsigned and to my limited experience untraceable.”
Malachi stood stoic giving no indication of the fury flashing like wildfire through his veins. In deference to the holy man at his side, he harnessed the snarl and the curse that coiled in his throat. “Darklon.” The immoral bastard was upping the stakes, stepping outside the vampire realm. In the grand scheme of things, it was taboo to reveal anything vampiric to the humans. To do so invited instant death. Malachi’s gut twisted with hatred for the male that dogged his steps causing havoc and mayhem while maintaining a pristine image. There would be no proof, no way to tie the email to the Elder, but it stank of his touch. Only he would be deranged enough or smug enough to contact the humans and expect to profit. A more ominous thought struck. If he’d come to some agreement with the humans, Nephilim would not be far behind. As if he sensed the inner turmoil, Gregori laid a hand on Malachi’s arm then quickly withdrew casting a glance back over his shoulder at the angel.
“You have nothing to fear from Laziel. If he thought you were a threat, he’d never have left my side.” Absently, Malachi reassured the male and rested a hand on the Pope’s shoulder. He tossed his own gaze toward the angel, and smothered a smile that threatened when the cheeky bastard winked at him.
“Arial’s almost here, I sense him close. Tell His Excellency to be wary of Gabriel, the motherfucker reeks of the Nephilim.” Laziel’s voice floated into his mind as he turned back to the Pope.
“I appreciate you letting me know, Gregori. While, I was aware of a faction that despises my authority, it surprises me they are prepared to involve the church in their treasonous behavior. They are rather contemptuous of the human race, and we both know of the aggressive animosity between my race and the Nephilim. Is it possible to review the email on your computer?”
The white garbed man considered the request then met Lachi’s gaze. “It will have to be in my private chambers, my bedroom. It is the only place I am ever alone.”
“I’ll meet you there at your lunch time. Unlike the others of my race, the daylight does not hinder me.” Gregori nodded and both males turned back to the two that waited one impatiently and one giving all appearances of boredom. Lachi knew better. The angel never relaxed his vigilance. “Laziel says Gabriel is compromised. Be careful, my friend.” The Pontiff inhaled swiftly when Malachi’s voice sounded in his head. “I will be sending one in soon, one you can trust despite what you may hear. You'll know him.” The man's chin tilted upward in acknowledgment. Raising his voice, Malachi spoke clearly.
“I do appreciate your concern for my mortal soul, Your Grace. But, as I was raised by an angel and still face the wrath of hell’s domain, I’m not sure you can save me.” As they approached, Laz straightened, adjusted himself in his half fastened jeans and slapped Gabriel hard on the back.
“Enjoyed hangin’ out with you Gabby. You take care of our boy here; I’ll be seeing you soon.” Laziel’s eyes flicked to the Pope and then back to the secretary. “I’d hate
Another quick laugh spilled forth. “I thank you for the offer yet again, my friend, but the answer is still no.” Out of earshot of the human, but still within Laziel’s range, his face grew serious and he sighed. “The Vatican and the church are rife with venality. I’m not sure who around me I can trust with the exception of my God, you and Laziel.” He stopped at the window and gazed out into the night sky. “I’ll be blunt. You have a traitor in your midst, vampire. A high ranking one, if I guess correctly.”
“Tell me what you know.”
“This morning, I received an email, my personal account of which few have knowledge or access. It spews tales of corruption and deceit in the vampire court, and hinted at trouble during your last Elder meeting. It’s unsigned and to my limited experience untraceable.”
Malachi stood stoic giving no indication of the fury flashing like wildfire through his veins. In deference to the holy man at his side, he harnessed the snarl and the curse that coiled in his throat. “Darklon.” The immoral bastard was upping the stakes, stepping outside the vampire realm. In the grand scheme of things, it was taboo to reveal anything vampiric to the humans. To do so invited instant death. Malachi’s gut twisted with hatred for the male that dogged his steps causing havoc and mayhem while maintaining a pristine image. There would be no proof, no way to tie the email to the Elder, but it stank of his touch. Only he would be deranged enough or smug enough to contact the humans and expect to profit. A more ominous thought struck. If he’d come to some agreement with the humans, Nephilim would not be far behind. As if he sensed the inner turmoil, Gregori laid a hand on Malachi’s arm then quickly withdrew casting a glance back over his shoulder at the angel.
“You have nothing to fear from Laziel. If he thought you were a threat, he’d never have left my side.” Absently, Malachi reassured the male and rested a hand on the Pope’s shoulder. He tossed his own gaze toward the angel, and smothered a smile that threatened when the cheeky bastard winked at him.
“Arial’s almost here, I sense him close. Tell His Excellency to be wary of Gabriel, the motherfucker reeks of the Nephilim.” Laziel’s voice floated into his mind as he turned back to the Pope.
“I appreciate you letting me know, Gregori. While, I was aware of a faction that despises my authority, it surprises me they are prepared to involve the church in their treasonous behavior. They are rather contemptuous of the human race, and we both know of the aggressive animosity between my race and the Nephilim. Is it possible to review the email on your computer?”
The white garbed man considered the request then met Lachi’s gaze. “It will have to be in my private chambers, my bedroom. It is the only place I am ever alone.”
“I’ll meet you there at your lunch time. Unlike the others of my race, the daylight does not hinder me.” Gregori nodded and both males turned back to the two that waited one impatiently and one giving all appearances of boredom. Lachi knew better. The angel never relaxed his vigilance. “Laziel says Gabriel is compromised. Be careful, my friend.” The Pontiff inhaled swiftly when Malachi’s voice sounded in his head. “I will be sending one in soon, one you can trust despite what you may hear. You'll know him.” The man's chin tilted upward in acknowledgment. Raising his voice, Malachi spoke clearly.
“I do appreciate your concern for my mortal soul, Your Grace. But, as I was raised by an angel and still face the wrath of hell’s domain, I’m not sure you can save me.” As they approached, Laz straightened, adjusted himself in his half fastened jeans and slapped Gabriel hard on the back.
“Enjoyed hangin’ out with you Gabby. You take care of our boy here; I’ll be seeing you soon.” Laziel’s eyes flicked to the Pope and then back to the secretary. “I’d hate
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