Angel of the Damned

AotD - 17

“Anton’s father is none of your concern, Drake,” Talesa said.  She closed her eyes and pushed Drake away.  He grabbed her hand as it pushed against his chest and with a gently yank, pulled her in close.  He held up the document and looked at her.

“I can’t read Angelic nor do I understand it,” Drake said. “What does this say?”

Talesa’s cheeks were a pink color as she avoided eye contact with Drake.  Her entire body shook and she tried to pull her hand out.  His grip held tight and she looked up at him. “Would you mind letting go of me? I cannot think straight this close you to.”

Drake released her and she reached up, taking the document and began to look over the document.  She began to translate the document, “Lady Ebony of Paradiso, wife of Archangel Gabriel, is to be imprisoned within her mind for her crimes for a duration not extending past a length of two hundred years.  She is to be awoken once every five years as to check her mental stability.  Should she be deemed mentally unfit to proceed with her imprisonment, she is to be confined to Creedian Isolation for the remainder of her sentence.” She lowered it for a moment, “The rest dictates special circumstances in which her sentence would be shortened and early release, treatment in Creedian Isolation, other things like that.” She placed the document back on the table and walked over to her desk.  She replaced the box and whiskey in their proper locations and then crossed to the door.

“Diana, can you get Allis and Zyana for me?” she asked a passing servant.

“Of course, Princess,” Diana said.  She gave a curt bow and hurried off.  Drake walked over to the window and began to look through the various liquors on it.

“You have a lot of rare stuff,” he said.

“People like diplomats who take their well being into consideration,” Talesa said. “You should put your shirt back on.”

Drake rolled his eyes and walked over to the stool, scooping the shirt up off the ground.  He went to pull it on and there was a knock at the door.

“Enter,” Talesa called.

The door opened and two elven women walked in, causing Drake to freeze in the middle of pulling his shirt on. The one on the left was nearly a head taller than the one on the right but just as beautiful.  She wore her black hair, long and in a braid.  The skimpy, pale pink robe she wore exposed nearly her entire legs, which were extremely lithe.  A plasma pistol rested in shoulder holster she wore over her robe.

The one of the right, while shorter, was every bit as beautiful as her counterpart.  Her black hair was cropped short and framed her face.  She too appeared very lithe and wore a pale pink robe that left little to the imagination.  On a belt hung a long knife and a plasma pistol.

“Close your mouth, Drake, they aren’t all that interested in you,” Talesa said.

Drake snapped his jaw shut, unaware that it had opened.  He pulled the shirt on as the two women approached. They dropped onto their knee and bowed their head. “Princess, you require us so soon?” They spoke in unison.

“Yes, you have worked for the Archangel’s before?” Talesa said.

They both rose and the one with the long hair spoke, “Yes, Princess, we have.”

“Have they given you anyway to contact them?” Talesa asked.

They looked at each other, before the shorter spoke. “They have, Princess, however it is only to be used in the emergency.”

“This is an emergency.  I must speak with Gabriel, right away,” Talesa said.

“If he grants you an audience, it would be in Paradiso, not here on Silean,” the tall one said. She looked over to Drake and her eyes traveled the full length of his body before returning to the short one.