“Then Jeremiah and all of us found you distraught and screaming in pain. The gods used your body to nearly kill him and then enthrall him using your Angelic blood. Wiping his mind like a slate polished clean. In the end, he wasn’t dead, but his memories of all of us were gone. He wasn’t Jeremiah anymore. Maybe in name and body but in no other way. Jeremiah simply isn’t who he was. We’re the sum of our experiences. With our past experiences gone, we wouldn’t be who we are today.
“As far as star-coursed phenomena, your gods mentioned it before I knew what it was. Or had a name for it. They seem to know about it more than I do. I can say it feels good to completely trust someone. Who, in turn, respects, admires, cares, is kind, and trusts you in return. It feels more organic, natural, and at ease. I guess like it was meant to be. All I know about mates or fated and the new term star-coursed ones is basically my theories from books and what I’ve explained in feeling for myself. We’ve not exactly made out, but we’ve had pecks on the cheek, and a few moments ago was the first time his lips met mine. It felt good. No force, just kindness.
I think everyone is probably destined to find a star-coursed one. At least the kind beings are. I see no reason why angels would be excluded.
“Anyways, does that satisfy your gods’ and your questions?” I concluded in the inquiry.
“Yes, at least I feel it does. The gods probably focus more on us, achieving their goals of strengthening the veils of Terra. That is their main priority,” Leilah answered.
“Alrighty then,” I said. The presence of Abbadon was nearing, and it was arriving with deliciously scented sweet yummies.
“Yay! You’re back and with sweets!” I cheered and ran to him to help him with the serving platter he was balancing in one arm. I relieved him of the platter and put it on the large table in the common area. It had rice pudding, elderberries, cookies, honey, crackers, and fruits I couldn’t recognize, but all smelled delicious. There was even water and tea!
“Wow, that’s quite a spread and looks delicious,” I told him, offering a warm smile.
“Yes, they certainly piled up a feast of sweets and beverages for us. Apologies it took so long, but they wanted everything done fresh and definitely were talkers,” Abbadon replied.
“It’s okay. We managed. Leilah and I talked. Kendra and Leona sipped their wine and cuddled, so it’s no big deal. Time flew quickly. Glad your back with all the goodies, though!” I said honestly because, of course, I had missed him. That and I needed to know if he was successful. He certainly took long, but this filled buffet of foods was a good excuse for his time away. Very clever of our unicorn friends.
“Leilah, May I reclaim my seat with Donovan?” Abbadon asked her politely.
“Yes, of course. I’ll bring some of this spread to Jeramiah then return,” Leilah replied. She made a small plate with a little bit of everything and disappeared into Jeremiah’s room.
Well, did everything goes as planned? I mind-spoke to Abbadon.
Perfectly, her actual sword has also been reforged to look like yours and is in my void-pouch. She won’t be able to tell the difference. However, the forgery, which is recognizable as hers, cannot mortally wound a god. Now yours will. We should keep it hidden regardless till it’s of use, he replied in mind-speak.
I got up, gave him a hug, a quick peck on the lips that promised more to follow, and got to set us all some plates. Yes, even Leilah. I left it in front of her chair. The best thing to do is treat her for who she really is and with kindness. Once we free her, everything would be better. I had to have faith.
Leilah showed up with an empty plate and looked shocked to see we had served her one. All of us were merrily eating our foods with total abandonment. I guess we truly had a sweet tooth. Or maybe we just wanted our last meal here together before the Shadowrealm to be wonderful.
Once we all ate our fill, I hugged Kendra, Leona, and Leilah. Grabbed some water and elderberries to go and said, “Goodnight, everyone and sweet dreams. Get some rest. Tomorrow we gather supplies and leave to find the Key of Fates.” I then hooked my arm around Abbadon’s and led him to our room left of the fireplace. I was sated from the food but still had untold needs. I wanted to explore my bond with Abbadon. What can I say, he was giving me a ‘heart-boner,’ and that’s most definitely a thing.
Chapter 5
Abbadon
Donovan was as brilliant as he was kind and handsome. The plan of his was a tribute to his intelligence. Quicksilver was easy to find and agreed to the plan. He said Fevian could do the forgery. I was introduced to Fevian after I left the food order from Donovan with Quicksilver. I followed Fevian a few paces out of Unicorn’s Bliss Tavern to his smithing shop. He had the forge already molten hot. He first worked on making a mold of Leilah’s sword, Verdadera. With the aid of magic, an abundance of unicorn dust, and the extra sword I brought, he made the forgery easily. It appeared to be an exact replica in every detail. I added my Angelic elemental blessings to the forgery while it cured and cooled. He then polished and sharpened it. It was a perfect replica in weight, shape, and angelic elementally blessed energies.
Now it was time for an additional part of my plan. I sketched up what Donovan’s sword looked like. I asked him to reforge Verdadera, the god-killing sword, into one shaped like Donovan’s. All while keeping its original purposeful properties. This would help Donovan use it in the open if needed without suspicion. All this was done using magick and Fevian’s skill quickly, taking no longer than thirty Terran minutes. We both understood time was of the essence. I thanked him, offered him some gold coins, which he refused. I didn’t push. In a way, this was aligned with the unicorns plans for Lunaria. I simply hid the reforged god-killing sword for Donovan in my void-pouch, then sheathed and wrapped the forgery of Verdadera, Leilah’s new no-longer-deadly-to-a-godling sword, in thick leather cloth.
I returned to the tavern. When I entered, the food and refreshments were just being arranged by Spirit on a giant platter. It was a generous amount of treats for everyone. I thanked Spirit and handed her the sword they were meant to be holding for Leilah back to them. She mind-spoke to me.
All go as intended? She inquired.
Yes, this meal is perfect, too, for the time it took. I better return to deliver it. Thank you very much, I replied. Spirit gave me a wink to confirm she understood.
I gathered the huge and high piled, generously filled platter and made my way up to my star-coursed one in haste. It had only been a brief time separated from Donovan, but I felt his absence the entire time. I was eager to make that heartfelt ache go away and return to his presence. He brought me immense joy as he further showed his acceptance of me and our star-coursed path earlier.
After I returned to the second-level of the tavern, I was shocked to see Leilah sitting close to Donovan. She could do him no irreparable harm to him without her sword. However, she could injure all of us with her wings if conjured. I had faith in Donovan, though. Trust is very important to Donovan. I was determined to keep my star-coursed one happy. He looked visibly relieved at my return. I felt his joy flood within me as well when he saw me. Those emotions welled me up with great happiness and contentment.
Leilah took her seat back, and Donovan kissed me on the lips again, sending sparks of happiness throughout our strengthening bond. After we finished our meals and bid our farewells, Donovan merrily led us to our assigned room.
Our room was beautiful and spacious. It had a large four-post wooden bed on the far wall. Two small tables at each end with lanterns lit by bright light-stones. A small couch. A large window on the other wall paralleled our sleeping accommodations to the left of the couch. There are two conversation chairs and a small well crafted wooden table with flowers in a small vase underneath. The window granted us a beautiful view of the lands beyond the walls of Silver Leaf City. We explored our chambers together. There was even a privy room with a large stone bathing tub big enough for both of us to fit comfortably filled with water. It even had a spout similar t
o the one where the washbasin sat on a cabinet under a polished glass mirror. There were neat stacks of linens to dry ourselves with and more lanterns filled with light-stones that glowed in soft cool hues.
“Wow! Talk about hospitality! This room is nicer than the one I had at my house in Florida,” Donovan said.
“I have to agree. The accommodations are perfect,” I said with a genuine smile, happy Donovan was pleased.
I followed him out of the privy and sat like he did at the small table that’s placement allowed us both to admire the view. Donovan looked deep in thought. I didn’t want to interrupt him, so I perused his beautiful body briefly, thinking how fortunate I was. Then I returned my gaze to the fading light we could see from our vantage point.
“I wish we didn’t have to leave here so soon,” Donovan confessed, still gazing out the window as twilight set in, and the first glimpses of stars started to show in the sky.
I cast a simple privacy field around us. It would muffle our conversations without raising suspicions.
“I understand how you feel. It seems our time has been hastened by events beyond our control. I have faith in you, Donovan. You’re wise and as kindhearted as you are beautiful. If you wanted, we could always simply free Leilah and Jeremiah. Then I could port us to wherever you’d like. Or a create us a void-dimension where we’d be safe. Or even take us to another world system of your choosing.” I offered. He moved his gaze back to me as the night fully set in on the Isle of Mu, the whole city glowing with light-stones.
Noticing the privacy shield, he whispered a Sanskrit mantra of protection, “OM TARE TUTARE TURE SOHA,” in every direction and corner of the room, the syllables escaping his lips in gold and green Sanskrit lettering and furthering our protections in our chamber with his magics. Donovan was as mindful as he was powerful. His actions were wise.
“I know you would. It is definitely tempting. I feel obligated to help our friends and even those I don’t know to find peace. It is not in my nature to allow suffering to any being if it is within my power to do so. If we don’t do as planned, inevitably suffering would follow or continue. Possibly even worsening the sufferings experienced for all the realms. I appreciate your want to compassionately offer us an alternative, though,” Donovan said, staring at me with pale chestnut eyes.
“I admire and value your altruistic intentions. I am worried about all of our lives. Especially your life, for you are my star-coursed one. I will do my best to protect you and all those you care about on our journey. It gives me great comfort knowing you will not embark on this journey alone but with your friends and me. I’ve no doubt together we can fulfill your goals,” I confessed sincerely.
I really did have complete faith in him. There was no doubt in my mind he would always choose the path of virtue and light. We had only just met. It did bother me that he had suffered so much already. Yet he was strong, resilient, and would do his best seeing this through, I trusted.
“Your words mean more than you could possibly imagine, Abbadon. You make me feel wholly appreciated. It may be because we’re star-crossed ones. Yet you’ve always been honest and sincere with me even before we found out we were. I, too, am happy we will be embarking on this adventure together,” Donavin said while entwining our hands with his fingers, which sent waves of appreciation and joy to my heart.
Donovan leaned over to me, and I met him halfway, and we kissed. This was no chaste kiss as we both opened our mouths to allow each other entry. His lips were soft, wet, and undeniably his. His tongue was strong, and he tasted of elderberries and divine sweetness. Our kiss was soft, intimate, and full of unspoken words. It felt like stars were exploding joyfully inside me. I didn’t want it to end. Finally, when we separated after what felt like ten minutes, he leaned his forehead against mine.
“You are a wonderful kisser,” Donovan said as his cheeks flushed with colored warmth.
“You’re perfect,” I couldn’t help replying.
He laughed at those words. His laughter was a heavenly sound. It was always a joy to hear one’s true love joy out loud.
“I’m not perfect at all, Abbadon. I have had a hard past. I’ve loved and lost. I’ve experienced and continue to experience hardships. My friends have suffered just by association with me since I came into my powers. No, I’m definitely not perfect. Though I feel we might be perfect for each other as the stars have chosen. I worry about your safety by association with me as well. Yet, I can’t imagine doing anything in my life without you by my side. I can feel you inside my heart. You appreciate me for me. There are endearments, kindness, honesty, loyalties, respect, and honor you feel towards me that I’ve never once felt or imagined being blessed with from another. I feel the stars chose well. That and you’re super effing hot!” my mate Donovan said.
“Awe, you think I’m sexy!” I said while I tickled him playfully on his sides. He laughed and giggled, trying to reign in his laughter and my tickles till he seemed out of breath from unbridled laughter. I decided to stop my teasing tickles, and respectfully gave him time to recover from them. He regained control of himself and smiled longingly into my eyes, his gaze anchored with my own.
“I think you are more than just your looks, Abbadon, but yes, you’re definitely sexy,” he said with a mischievous bright smile on his face. That smile making him even more handsome if I could ever even imagine being possible.
Donovan rose up from his chair, gently passing his fingers over mine. He started to walk towards the bed. Took his shoulder bag or void-murse, which is what his friends called it, and placed in on the bed to his left.
“Did you want me to take the sofa?” I asked respectfully? This had him turn around to face me and earned me a frown. Oh no, I’ve disappointed him somehow.
“For pudding’s sake! Heck no,” he said with a smile and a wink. That banished my previous thoughts. He wasn’t upset with me, good.
Then Donovan broke his gaze from mine, looked down, and unfastened the belt that cinched his tunic. He coiled it and put it on the bed to the right of him. Donovan unfastened the almost-up-the-elbow, platinum looking arm guard cuffs, adding them to the pile where his belt and void-bag were. He unbraided his circlet of a divine metal halo from his head. Donovan also took off the elastic fabric hair-tie that cinched most of his hair back. He sat down on the bed, with his fingers combing through his long, now loose wavy brown hair smoothing the braids out in turn. Donovan was so beautiful. He then looked down, brought his knees up to unlace, and take off his boots and socks, exposing his strong ankles and feet. Donovan wiggled and stretched out his toes and feet a bit, and they cracked and popped, which made him sigh in relief. He then put the boots, belt, cuffs, and halo in his void-murse.
I observed enraptured but didn’t dare follow suit or interrupt. I’m determined to respect Donovan and honor his pace and desires above my own.
Donovan then stood up, tucked his beautiful hair behind his ears, exposing his flawless, well-defined nose, bronze skin, and strong-jawed face more. He was gorgeous. Absolute perfection.
He then pulled his tunic from the bottom over his head. Exposing his bronze, smooth, muscular chest, arms, perfectly sized buds, well defined, almost divinely sculpted strong eight pack abs. This muscled stomach led to a small tight belly button and a faint trail of hair perfectly centered with the v of his lower torso that disappeared into his pants.
My fangs lengthened involuntarily, and my mouth started to pool with saliva, making me swallow and be painfully aware of the uncomfortable tightness in my pants as a spark shot down, awakening and hardening my nethers. This was exquisite torture. Even if all I could do was to respectfully watch. It was worth it. I’d relieve myself in the privy if need be. I’d keep this memory and vision of Donovan firmly rooted in my mind forever. Still respectful, honoring his wants or virtue.
Donovan trailed the fingers of his left hand down the center of his strong chest, flexing them briefly. It could have been involuntary though I doubted it. His fingers kept tracing do
wn past his chest agonizingly slow, between his abs, past his belly button, following the faint line of fuzz to wear it disappeared into his pants. Does he even understand what he’s doing to me? I thought to myself as my fangs lengthened even more. To the point, I had to swallow, and my lips were half parted to give my canines more room.
Donovan then brought his other hand down. Holding the seam of his pants between his forefingers. The undeniable outline of his hard, lengthening, thick, and well-endowed cock was evident behind the constraints of the fabric. I swallowed again. With a will, I couldn’t imagine having the strength for and fought that fought me all the way. I forced my gaze back up the lines of his magnificent torso to respectfully look back to his face. I was shocked to see him meet my eyes, no longer looking down as he got comfortable without his tunic. There was an undeniable hunger in his beautiful pale chestnut eyes. His mouth slightly parted, revealing two lengthened fangs that were one tooth on each side further apart than mine.
“You like watching me get undressed?” Donovan asked in his deep, masculine, and seductive voice.
I was so speechless all I could do was confirm his question by nodding my head yes.
“I enjoy you watching me,” he whispered loudly before dropping his pants enough to free himself from the divine obstacle holding them up. This automatically forced my gaze down to see his now freed, fully engorged perfect cock. It stood up in rapt attention. It was unimaginably a thick, swollen, ten glorious tan inches long with an equally thick head that was weeping strings of precum from its slit as he let the rest of his pants fall.
I was ready to beg. To get down on my knees and lap up those strings of precum and not let them be wasted by reaching the floor. I was trembling in need.
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