Retribution and Sins

Chapter 15

Once the fighting had settled down, the bodies had all fallen, and the blood settled on the ground like fallen rain, Adam stopped.

He was shaking from anger, grief, and adrenaline. Never before had he alone caused that much carnage. He took a look around and was proud

Of himself of the vengeance he got for losing his beloved Eve. But, he was sickened by the smell of the blood, bile, and Death. The cost of it

All! All these people were not solely responsible for the death of his love, only one was. That person was going to pay soon enough. Strangely

Enough, he looked around through the misty rain and his blood soaked face, he did not see the one person he thought he would see. His eyes

Opened in terror again. Maybe she met her end tonight too. Maybe this whole night was one big set up from the start....a punishment....a

Fitting end. Just as well, he thought to himself. She was just as much to blame for this. Her desires were just too much......his desires were just

Too.....it was all too problematic. He should have listened to Eve the first time, and left her alone. No good could ever come of them getting

Together. Look at where he was standing now. Blood-soaked, a stake in his hand, a hunter? He thought....NO! I am not! My love is not with

Azrael. It is, and was with, Eve.

He walked back over to where she was killed. Nothing remained excepted clumps of ash, her clothes, and a locket he had given her

On an anniversary in France. Taking the locket, he placed it to his lips, and fell to his knees, weeping heavily. It seemed as Mother Nature

She mourned with him, for she opened the heavens and rained on him.

Getting up slowly, Adam walked among the dead, looking for signs of Azrael. He wanted to see if she too, was killed. He saw no

Sign of her. On one hand he felt relief, on the other, he wished that she had met her end. Adam was angry at Azrael, but at the same time, he

Wished she was there to ease his pain. But, the memory and the sight of Eve's death replaying in his mind, was all too much, and wiped out

Any tender thoughts he had of his beloved Angel. To him, his Angel was now his Demon.

Azrael slipped under the water of her bath. Her head was splitting in two it felt. She had only been home for two hours from the

Heated battle since Anthony, her former partner, saved her from impending death. Anthony had fixed the bathroom the way she liked it, with

Candles, soft music, and incense. She wept in the bath as she recalled the events of the night. If she had just gotten over to Eve a few seconds

Earlier, she could have saved her. Then her mind flashed to all her fallen comrades. She had never seen Adam like that, but she understood his

Anger. She would have been the same way. She hoped that he was ok, and wanted to see him. Her body wanted to be next to him. She wanted

To be held, wanted to hold him, to rock each other until the tears and pain stopped. Suddenly, a pain, a searing cramp, grabbed her in her

Belly, she sat up in the tub with a start, gasping. Getting out of the tub, she rubbed her belly, and noticed a tightness, a tiny knot, plus a dark

Line starting at her belly button going to her pubic bone. Puzzled, she dressed, and thought no more about it. All she needed was rest and

Adam, but knew all she was getting was rest. Climbing into bed, she felt nauseated, but started to fall asleep. Anthony crept in the bed, slid