Fallen Into Hell: Fallen: Book 2, Layna Snow [the mitten read aloud .TXT] 📗

there was another reason for Mr. Moral to be gone.

You want to believe in him. That little voice called Adrian said.

And fuck if he wasn’t right! He did want to believe in Thanatos. He wanted the man to have his back, to be there for him like a brother would. They’d been together so long now and if he would throw it all away, he was an ass. And after everything they’d been through!

Just like you had wanted to believe in God and the Archangels. It wasn’t the same thing at all! Adrian turned around and punched the bathroom door, needing something to hit. He felt the anger, annoyance and loss too deeply. It was a fucking hollow feeling that wasn’t real!

It was something he had felt even when Falling. A sense of betrayal.

God made him as he was. He shaped him into the man and fighter that he was supposed to be! And then he just tossed him out when he did something wrong? Wouldn’t God be able to tell these things? Wouldn’t he have made it impossible for one to want to get into mischief? But, he formed them into beings with flaws and allowed those flaws to get them into situations that he forbade them to do.

And so what if he sinned? So what if he liked the pleasure he got from a woman, he shouldn’t have been able to feel it if it was wrong! And how could something so wrong feel so right? It just wasn’t fair!

So he had explored it. He might as well feel everything that he hadn’t felt before! He might as well sin more, since he was already damned.

And that had been an eye opening amazing experience.

He realized that if earthly pleasures were wrong, then he didn’t want to be right. Swearing, fucking, fighting, eating and sleeping all made him feel, and the sensations they brought were exponentially better than anything he could have felt when he was an Angel.

They were obviously the ones missing out!

And screwing Sophia was the best. But now she was fucking gone!

And it was the worst feeling he had ever experienced!

He should be happy about it!

It should have satisfied him to hurt this badly, to feel as if his chest were being ripped out.

But this wasn’t good at all! It was nothing compared with the warmth he felt when Sophie was here! It didn’t even begin to compare to how he felt when he held her, fed her, washed her or shagged her.

This was cold, unsubstantial but hurt like Hell! It was like sub-zero air on naked flesh, eating at your skin! Your muscles didn’t want to work and even your insides were on fire! It wasn’t sharp, but a galling fucking mess of shit!

And the reason he was feeling it was because the dick-toaster of a Greek fighter had to take the best person he had ever met away from him!

With rage seething through his body, warming his insides and taking away a small portion of pain, Sin grabbed the knife that was strapped to his thigh and turned with a roar.

He lunged at Thanatos’ bed, slicing through the blankets and sheets. He used his anger to cut into the mattress before pulling out some of the insides. He didn’t even look, simply destroyed the place where his friend used to sleep, where they had cuddled up to Sophie, the one girl who could complete them.

He didn’t want the memory! He didn’t want the thought of that huge man pretending to care for either one of them!

And when stone door opened, Sin rushed from the room to throw himself at Thane. He cut the man’s arm as they fell to the ground.

Then the large Fallen rolled to the side, taking them both farther into the room, where they could fight.

Sin didn’t stop to think, just punched the man in the stomach, while elbowing him in the nose.

He didn’t notice the stiffness in his fingers from holding the knife too tightly, or the ache in his knees from hitting the stone floor. He took no joy from this fight, his anger simply clouded over everything.

“Adrian.” The man rumbled, but he wasn’t going to listen. There was nothing the man could say that would make up for this agony. Nothing could make it right.

“You shitfuck! You took her away! You let her go! She was ours! And you just ripped her from me! How the fuck dare you! You are garbage! I wouldn’t even let Shit-Demons near you for fear that you’d contaminate them!” He growled, throwing his fist at the other man’s face again.

Thane pushed himself away from Sin, coming to stand a few meters away. “Do not.” He warned, as if anything he said would stop Adrian.

“Take out your sword! This ends now!”

What ended didn’t matter! Their friendship, one of their lives? It was nothing compared to this. What did either matter if they couldn’t trust each other again?

For a moment, Sin thought that Thanatos wouldn’t do anything, but like the moral motherfucker he was, Thane reached behind him to pull out the long blade.

Sin would have fought him even without a sword. He didn’t care about a fair fight.

And really, could fighting against a man Thane’s size and experience ever be fair? But, he needed the clang of blades, of the potential for death.

For either of them.

Sin crouched, eyeing his opponent in a different way than he would have before. This was no longer a training exercise. This was real fighting where life and death hung in the balance. He knew Thane’s strengths and weaknesses, and he planned to extort them.

Knowing Thanatos’ patience, Sin didn’t bother to wait him out, or make him feel nervous. The man didn’t feel either. So he just attacked, going in low to try