Hunter

Rine stopped thinking as it slowly sunk in what it meant, allowing her husband to hold her against him in a comforting embrace. She could always draw strength from him when he held her, his touch made her feel she could take on anything without batting an eyelash. She nods slightly as she registers him looking down at her with her chin between his fingertips. She gives him a small smile before turning her head to kiss the hand touching her face.

“I just didn’t think they could be healed, Cerberus was never able too… I just never thought it was possible to make them go away…” She mutters slightly as she remembers the night she got the burns, the painful details burned in her memory and the way her body flinches and twitches at the thought. She looks up at him with a small smile as the memory still flashes faintly in her mind.

“I don’t regret the choices I have made, I would do it again without a second thought.” Her hand resting on his wrist that touches her chin. “I will miss them for they were a part of me, I will however be happy to cut my morning and nightly routine in half.” She chuckles softly kissing his fingertips. “But if I go bald and grow gills maybe I’ll be a little less accepting of those changes.” She smirks slightly as she brings her other hand up to brush over his cheek fringe. “Sorry for ruining the evening… You should know by now sex with me is rare and full of cockblocks.” She chuckles stepping on her tip toes, pressing her body flush against his as she barely reaches to kiss his lips.

She was correct, Cerberus could not have removed her scars. At least not in their entirety. The protheans had come up with a cellular serum, based on prothean stem-cells, that had worked more than a few miracles in their time, but there were too few survivors for them to risk making that known. But even that could not compare to that which ran through his veins. The blood of the Gods was not to be trifled with. If a mortal could find a way to subvert a God or turn a God, the army that mortal could create would be all but unbeatable. Such had happened a few times in history. The Gods had to come together to defeat unstoppable armies and destroy, free, or imprison the God whose blood was so misused. He felt the light kiss against his hand in much the same way he felt her uncertain thoughts firm with resolve. But her words just caused him to blink. “Grow - “ His words dropped. She’d just likened him to a....fish? A fish? His brows drew together and he grasped her hand and raised it to his soft, sensitive cheek folds. “Gills. ‘Tis a poor joke, that.” He rubbed her fingertips across the soft skin and fought not to close his eyes in the pleasure of the touch. “Would that we had gills, for mine people wouldst be able to handle moisture and wouldst not be facing extinction. As a God, he could heal his people one by one, but it would take a lot of energy, weaken him and bloodlines more susceptible to the disease would only sicken again. There were some things even a God could not do. Castiel might be able to, but he did not care enough to concern himself. He pulled his thoughts away from the enigmatic alien...what exactly he was....the man bled power but was a complete unknown. Other than the fact he was here to judge and, perhaps, purge galactic life. In that, he was far more worrisome than the Reapers. But there was little they could do about him just yet. His attention came back to his wife. “Thou wilt not become drell, lest ‘tis your desire. God’s blood alone, harbors no such change. Though I couldst will such, I wouldst not. As I wouldst not use your binding to mineself to get what I want. I hath lightened thine compulsion to please me as much as ‘tis possible. Verily, I do not wish to subvert thine free will.” She was bound to him by blood. She belonged to him, as did any warrior angels he would create. With that came absolute power, which some Gods abused. His pantheon was not as bad as other pantheons and due to growing up as Hunter, he knew what it felt like to be controlled. He had a perspective most Gods lacked. He, alone, stood athwart the pantheon. A rebel among Gods. Whether that would give him strength or cost him everything, only time would tell. He welcomed the feel of her body pressed to his and lowered down to ease in her lips reaching his.

[Text]: I saw your little comment on my post about us... You are so sexy when you get all protective. It's one of the million reasons as to why I love you so much <3

[Text] Your mine sexy wife. And he better only see Commander when he looks upon you.

[Text] I meant…say. Though, I mun confess, I like the see as well.

[Text] I love you.

He was caught off guard and pulled from the sexual fog he’d begun to fall into. He felt her shock a moment before she pulled back. He watched as she took stock of her skin, little changes he’d seen from the start. He hadn’t said anything, because he thought she knew. She’d seen him heal many times, even return from death. When she took his blood, she became his first warrior angel...she became immortal and her life would never be the same again. He thought she’d understood. But understanding did not have the impact of reality. She was now facing that reality. He could feel her pain and it lanced at him. “Riiine..” he rumbled softly, his voice fading. There was nothing he could do about what had been done. God or not, he could not undo what had been done.

When she slipped from his lap and darted into the well lit and multi-mirrored bathroom, pants materialized as he rose from the bed. The moment was over and this was his way of letting her know he respected that. He ducked his head a bit and angled his shoulders to get into the large bathroom easier. Doorways were often awkward for someone his size. He wasn’t sure how Kadar managed.

He watched her quietly until she started backing away from the mirror, her gaze all but vacant in shock. Yet, he could hear her thoughts, something he didn’t often allow himself to do with her. His arms came around her when she backed into him. “You art immortal, mine wife,” he said softly. “There ist both bane and boon to that existence.” He turned her to face him and tilted her chin up with the fingertips of one large, red hand. “You art not who you were. You art no longer Riiine Shepard. As I am no longer Daemon Theron...no longer Hunter. They wilt always be part of me, but I have surpassed them. As thou hast done with Riiine.” She was the wife of a God and an Angel of Justice. The life she knew would never be the same. She had a destiny to fulfill as Shepard, but that part of her life was nearly over. “Mayhap, you wilt take on a new name when 'tis time to leave Riiine in the past, much as I hath done.”

Hunter unfolded his arms, his now larger hands gripped the nearly the entirely of her upper arms. It was a firm grip but not painful. “Hadst you deigned to wait upon mine return you wouldst not have died. And never did thee call upon me!” She had thought about him a few times, he had felt those thoughts fluttering about in his head, but it was never urgent.

He released one arm and flashed them to a planet that was young in its evolution, devoid of higher lifeforms and not yet on any map. He released his grip on her other arm. “You art going to practice flashing. ‘Twill save your life, even if falling from a great height. For you wilt be able to flash to the ground.” By the time he was done speaking, his body was back to its original size.

His gaze bore into her. “You had wish of mine attention, wife. You have it. There is naught here but us and insignificant lifeforms.”

#shepardscrew #Victoria #submission

She knew it wouldn’t be easy to sneak up on a God but she knew she wouldn’t back down from the challenge. Victoria had studied the drell since the first time she saw him protecting her sister from their father. She didn’t trust the drell as far as she could throw him and from the size of him, that distance was incredibly short. She had watched the way he was around his sister and had seen the pain Rine experienced during his absence and it angered her that she couldn’t keep her sister safe.

Each step she took through his apartment was soft, her trench coat swaying slightly with each step. Her hand tightens on her gold pistol and on the hilt of the long sword she borrowed from a drell priest. She never took risks without thinking a plan through and after visiting with a priest that informed her of the war between the gods. She knew gods were greedy, selfish and if the sword the temple kept as evidence of it being used to strike down one of the Gods would help she would take it.

They won’t miss it. Besides I’ll bring it back when I’m done if this trinket actually works.

Victoria had waited outside the house for the house guest to leave along with Rine. She didn’t want Rine to know of her existence and that she was about to threaten her husband.

She slows her breathing slipping into the room lifting her gun to point it at the drell’s back her hand ready to pull the trigger and draw the sword if need be. “Careful Hunter… or should I say Amonkal?” Her voice a low growl as she made sure that if he turned to look at her, he would see the hilt of the sword.

“Seems the God found himself a human to toy with… How long before you leave her again? Two? Three months this time? Or will you wait until she is no longer useful to you.” She coos walking slowly, circling the drell. “Given you a child right?” She couldn’t hide her hatred for his kind and how easily they toyed with mortals.

He felt the woman’s presence, before she ever entered the house. She was thinking about him and that drew his attention. Few mortals knew of him as of yet, though that was about to change. So, right now, few were thinking about him and so most of his attention was on her. When he was alone again, he faded out and brought himself to her side. She couldn’t see him, so he was free to study her. He had felt this human before on more than one occasion. He followed her as she stole into his home. He nearly blasted her for the affront. Trespassing into his home. What’s more is she carried a possessed sword. A soul had been bound to it long ago. That was death’s bailiwick. He knew V’Atre was busy with his mate, so he called out to V’Arte to join him. When he felt the drell’s presence at his side, he nodded in the direction of the woman, but he needn’t have bothered. V’Arte’s attention was drawn immediately to the sword she carried. As Hunter could, he knew the man could hear the soul’s anguish. He held his hand up, stilling anything V’Arte might have had planned. He wanted to see how this would play out. “He signed his intentions to his mother’s warrior. Death signed back his understanding and they continued to follow the woman.

When he noticed the direction she was heading, he nodded to V’Arte, signed for the man to keep following the woman as he flashed himself to the room she was moving towards. He materialized, sitting down, his back to her and waited to see what the woman would do. He’d considered putting up a decoy...an illusion for her to confront, but gave her a respect he doubted she deserved and allowed her to approach him.

He blinked at her words. His lips twitched in a rare smile. But it was not a smile of warmth. It was cold. It was deadly. Mortals. He released a sigh and with naught more than a thought, he froze her in place. He rose and turned to face her. He looked down at the woman as he approached her. “You are immobile for your own protection.” He signaled V’Arte and the drell stepped into the mortal plain and appeared next to the woman, making his presence known to her. He removed the sword, ran his hand down the blade. There was a flash of light and the blade shattered, the hilt was tossed to the ground. The soul and the blade were so meshed that the removal of the soul destroyed it. He watched as the soul slipped into V’Arte and then returned his attention to the woman. “You cannot shoot me, human. If you know who and what I am, then surely you do not think I wouldst die so easily? I couldst stop a bullet with a thought.” The gun in her hand popped into his. He tucked it into the small of his back, the waist of his pants locking it into place. Until he knew if this woman posed a threat to his wife, he did not wish to make her aware of how much Rine meant to him, Rine was not yet at her full power to protect herself. “With whom wouldst I be toying with?” he asked in a soft, deep rumble. “I wilt release you, but shouldst you do anything suspect you wilt be immobilized again...or worse.” He released the woman so she could respond to him. He knew he didn’t have to tell V’Arte to remain alert. Not that either one of them had much to fear from a mortal. Gods could be killed...if you knew how and if you were swift enough. But doing so left a void, threatening the balance of the mortal realm..causing mass destruction. But mortals always had been quick to destroy themselves.

[Text]: I saw your little comment on my post about us... You are so sexy when you get all protective. It's one of the million reasons as to why I love you so much <3

[Text] Your mine sexy wife. And he better only see Commander when he looks upon you.

[Text] I meant…say. Though, I mun confess, I like the see as well.

[Text] I love you.

Rine chuckles popping her head up out from under the additional leathers that had joined the first. “I tried to clean up a bit, be a house wife.” She giggles pulling one arm out and free. “But I made a mess and gave up fighting. I can see why you like wearing them though. Very comfortable against the skin, soft but not too soft.” She hums as her hand moves to run over his arm.

“Missed you by the way. I hope I didn’t take you away from anything too important.” She chuckles using his arm to pull herself towards him her naked body being revealed to him as she kisses his lips sweetly. “But welcome home my love.” She murmurs against his lips before her noses moves to rub against his cheek folds, inhaling his scent and how he enjoyed them being touched.

A slight frown creased his red lips . “I didst not maketh you mine wife, to have you be naught but a servant. I have a cleaning service to for such work. “Tis not a burden you must needs bear, lest you so desire to.” He tilted his head. “Didst you wish them to make more frequent visits?” He probably wouldn’t know if the house were being kept up unless he tripped over something. There were so many things that required his attention now, that he didn’t give the house a passing thought. He leaned towards her, drawing his finger down the soft, pliable leather that draped over her breast. “I mun concur, ‘tis comfortable, soft, and warms to the touch. “

“I am here, am I not? ‘Twould seem that naught is more important than what is buried beneath mine leather. I find I am most envious of mine clothing. For you shouldst be buried beneath mineself, not mine leathers.” His red eyes blazed with heat. His arms slipped around her as she rose from the leather, pulling her body to his. His clothing had already faded away by they time her skin slid against his own. His lips sought hers with a hunger as he pulled her forward to straddle his lap. His large hands spanned her back, as his tongue slipped past her parted lips. Heat curled through him and he groaned.

[Text]: I saw your little comment on my post about us... You are so sexy when you get all protective. It's one of the million reasons as to why I love you so much <3

[Text] Your mine sexy wife. And he better only see Commander when he looks upon you.

[Text] I meant…say. Though, I mun confess, I like the see as well.

[Text] I love you.

Rine smiles brightly as she looks over the messages as they came in. She sighs heavily laying back into the bed as she hums happily, snuggling into his jacket.

[Text]: I would never take your power for granted. Nor would I ever put you in a situation that could harm you, cause drama, or difficult place.

[Text]: I think I was destined to do more than just end the war. I think I’m meant to man my husband the best meals and take his scent out of all his leathers.

She chuckles smiling brightly as she inhales deeply from the collar of his jacket missing his warm arms around her.

[Text]: And now to something you might find entertaining. I was cleaning the closet in your bedroom and I found myself naked on your bed buried under all your jackets.

[Text]: I’m lost in all the leather. Or what I would call my leather fort. The upside is I’m so warm and surrounded by your smell.

He flashed to her side and sat down on the bed. “You mun know those messages wouldst have got me here.” A small grin played on his lips. “Why art you buried in my leathers? You art enticing for the being there, but why?” he asked curiously.

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Sword drawn, Sariel walks closer to the bank robber and his hostage. The man yells at Sariel to back off, gun to the poor young woman’s head. But he can see into this mans soul. He will not fire. He cannot, it isn’t in him.

The gun moves from the hostage, directed at Sariel. There is a loud sound, but it isn’t gunfire. It’s screaming.

Blade raised high in a flourish, the robbers hand tumbles away, still clutching the gun.

#raphaxchabal #(raises glass to fellow higher power)

He materialized next to man, the scene around them freezing. This was no mere human, but he could not place which human pantheon he belonged to. He folded his arms over his broad chest. “Wast that really necessary? The man wast only frightened, he didst not wish to kill.” He sighed and held his arm out, there was a flash of gold. The gun, hand still clinging to it, shot into his large hand. He removed the gun and slapped it against the other man’s chest. He motioned to the woman still clutched in one of the robber’s arms. “Wouldst that you moved her somewhere safer.”

He moved directly to the robber and did not give the other man a glance. Assuming he would do as he was asked. He grasped the robber’s outstretched, truncated arm, and freeing his arm from stasis. He could see the man looking at him but unable to move. He lifted the hand to the arm’s stump. He pulled the man’s injury into unto himself and hissed as his own hand fell to the ground. He hated when that happened. He retrieved his hand and placed it against his stump. Another flash of gold and he wiggled his fingers.

He held a finger to the man’s head. “Remember. You art spared but once. Walk another path.”

He returned to the sword bearing man, the scene around them flowing once more. “What art you?” He frowned. “Which pantheon?”

[Text]: I saw your little comment on my post about us... You are so sexy when you get all protective. It's one of the million reasons as to why I love you so much <3

[Text] Your mine sexy wife. And he better only see Commander when he looks upon you.

[Text] I meant…say. Though, I mun confess, I like the see as well.

[Text] I love you.

[Text]: I don’t think I will ever be able to believe I’m married to the best man I have ever had in my life. I always wanted to spend my life with you, no one else makes me feel so live. I just never thought I would actually get to live that dream.

[Text]: Every day I wake feeling like my heart will burst from my chest because I’m so filled with love and joy for you <3

[Text]: I can’t wait to see what our future holds my dearest love. And if you keep puffing up your chest to every man that looks at me I might just be done for. Because I find it so sexy and special when you do it. You make jealousy sexy <3

[Text] I wast worried about bringing you into mine world. ‘Tis your destiny to end the war. I didst not wish to add more chaos. But nor canst I regret our binding. For I have never felt so complete.

A smile tugged at his lips. His wife had a way with words. She has a romantic soul.

[Text] You have mine heart. And in doing so, you have the power to sway a God. Walk softly, for the power you doth wield is great.

[Test] Know this, ‘tis more than a puffed chest. I wouldst kill for you. Without thought. Without mercy. And then I wouldst make love to you with a hungry heart and a gentle touch.

[Text]: I saw your little comment on my post about us... You are so sexy when you get all protective. It's one of the million reasons as to why I love you so much <3

[Text] Your mine sexy wife. And he better only see Commander when he looks upon you.

[Text] I meant…say. Though, I mun confess, I like the see as well.

[Text] I love you.

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“You are more boney than I remember. I mean…” She wiggles in his lap trying to get comfortable. “You lost some of your squishness since becoming a God.” She chuckles looking at him as she gives him a quick peck on the lips. “We need to fatten you up.”

This was the one thing she loved the most about Hunter, he always was there to remind her that everything would be okay. She remains in his arms completely safe and protected by his large arms. “I will try to be careful around Castiel. But… There is something about him that makes me think that some day he will put me in a difficult position.” She murmurs softly as her eyes move from the muscle she was tracing on his chest, to looking into his eyes.

“I don’t blame you Hunter, you wouldn’t have been distracted or caught off guard if it wasn’t for me.” She snuggles into him, pulling her feet up to her chest. “I feel so lost in this whole thing. I knew it would be complicated but I didn’t think it would slap me in the face so suddenly.” She sighs as she reaches up to kiss his cheek. “I don’t regret a thing Hunter. Just looking for the how to guide.” She chuckles finally feeling calm in his arms, a small smile curling her lips.

“I think I might need a shower to wash off all the prison grime off me before heading back to the Normandy. God they must have been worried about me. I have hundreds of messages and voice mails.” She sigh lifting her omni tool to look at the messages pouring in.

“What do I even tell them.” The question was more rhetorical than anything else, but she still wasn’t sure what to say or how to explain the changes and markings.

He could only hope that the being felt so little about them that he never deined to ask them for anything. “I hope you art wrong. I hope it doth not come to that. I canst not protect you from him, Riine. Though, I wouldst gladly die in the attempt. When he but laid his hands upon me, it felt as if he separated every atom and molecule within me and froze them. I am naught more than a toy to him.”

He shook his head at her words. “Had you not arrived when you did, ’twould have been worse, for he wouldst have still come and I wouldst have still been bound by chains. Without him taking you, I know naught if mine head couldst have been found.” His arms tightened around her. “I am sorry you hadst to go through that. Do you wish me to remove that portion of your memory and replace it with another?” he asked softly. He knew she would be safer knowing everything that happened. He asked only to give her the choice. “I couldst use that how-to book mine ownself. Each God knows his own bailiwick, the only God that knows Justice is gone.” Truly gone. When a god truly dies, both souls cease to exist. They do not go to the underworld, nor can they ever be reborn. They were gone as though they never existed. Their death however sent out a powerful burst of energy, often causeing damage on the mortal realm. As well as the damage caused by the God’s absense from the mortal realm. A God’s death was never taken lightly. Imprisoning was usually the preferred method to dealing with a rogue God.

He inclined his head to her. He needed a shower as well, but he did not offer to join her. He knew she had work to do…if he joined her that would be…delayed even longer.

He looked at her intently for a moment. “The truth. At least about mineself. I mun needs increase mine strength,” he said quietly. He didn’t need for whomever she told, they just needed to know of him. It would be a start. “Just use mine real name.” There was power in a name. And people knowing about Hunter, meant little. For Hunter was only a title..and not even his correct title any longer. Justice, Vengeance, Amonkal…those were his titles, his name. Those gave him strength.

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The moment Hunter had pulled Rine into his arms she hugged him tightly, her heart hammering in her chest. She shut her eyes tightly as she buries her face into him, missing the touch of him fearing she would never feel him again. She moves to rest her cheek against his chest as she watches the scene play out before them before looking up at Hunter. She felt like a child joining a game that’s full of veterans, she could see in the vision that it was her fault unable to use the powers given to her.

I’m so sorry Hunter.

Her thought was a small voice, feeling completely useless and more of a problem than an asset. She held him tightly, more for support and reassurance that everything would be okay.

She doesn’t relax until Hunter flashes them to his place and when he does, she completely breaks down. She was finally able to shake like a leaf, bury her face into his chest, and let the fear of being not good enough to pour from every pore in her body. She was glad that Hunter was holding her, for she didn’t think she could hold herself up much longer.

“I’m so sorry I got your head cut off. It’s my fault.” She murmurs against his chest. “I… didn’t want to go with that winged guy… I know he will want something in the future and I’m so sorry if I put you into a situation. But the vision… It was the universe burning… I couldn’t… Everyone we know being killed…” She exhales a shaky breath as she was surprised tears slipped from her eyes.

“I felt so empty and lost without you Hunter.” She lifts her head to look up at him. “I felt everything you felt then I felt nothing at all. Or I just had thoughts of emotions not actually feeling them.”

Catching her stray thought, his hold on her tightened. He lowered his head to kiss the top of her head, but his eyes did not stray from the vision they were being shown. Everyone in that future deserved a remembrance on what could so easily unfold. Nonetheless, he was relieved when it was over. It had been painful to watch and he had been more than ready to go home.

He knew his wife was barely holding it together, so he was prepared when they arrived home. He pulled her up, her feet dangling off the ground, her body held tight to his. One arm held her weight, the other large hand rubbed gently up and down her back. Then he swung her up in his arms, cradled against his chest and carried her to the sofa. He lowered them down and held her in his lap.

“Twas not your fault, Riine. I know naught how he got through our defenses. But, ‘twas I caught unprepared. If fault is to be laid, ‘twill be at mine own feet.” He cupped the side of her face, his thumb sweeping back and forth on her soft skin. “I wast with you the whole time in the demi-god’s demesne. “Tis glad I am that he threw me at you, though there was naught I couldst do. But you didst do nothing wrong. ‘Twas no choice. Just do mine own heart a favor. Walk softly with Castiel. His power - “ he shuddered. “’Tis unimaginable.”

He frowned. “As I wast helpless, unable to protect nor even wrap thee in mine arms. We mun needs work on your powers. So you canst fight at mine side.” Though, he would do everything in his power not to fail her again.

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Rine had wished she stayed in the cell, it felt safer and more comfortable than being in the small containment room with her in-laws. She doesn’t take a second thought as her hands remove the jacket before handing the head to Hunter’s father.

She steps towards the far wall away from everyone else and remain out of the way of Hunter’s parents and Castiel. Her stomach turned and flopped seeing Hunter’s body so abused from fighting his restraints. She slips the jacket on as she let her mind wander, thinking of nothing but at the same time everything.

She hoped that when Hunter’s head is attached she and him can head anywhere than where they were now, and just figure out what it all meant. She didn’t regret the choice she made, but didn’t entirely understand what the choice entailed completely. She loved Hunter and wanted to spend her existence with him but she didn’t understand her role she would play.

Amonkira took his son’s head, his golden shimmering eyes sought out Kalahira’s. They nodded to each other. He then looked to Castiel and nodded. Castiel stepped in front of the decapitated God and placed a hand against his chest. The giant stilled and the cuffs dropped.

Amonkira placed his son’s head back on the stump. A blinding gold light emanated from the connection. Amonkira stepped back, bowing slightly to the other being.

There was another flash of bright gold and he removed his hand from the drell. Castiel eyed the neck, not even a scar remained. He stared Hunter in the eye, knowing the man had seen and heard everything, for his brain had still been functioning. At the drell’s nod, he stepped away.

As Hunter made a bee-line to his wife and gathered her in his arms, he did no more than give her a brief kiss, before his attention returned to the other Gods. A lot would be decided in a very brief bit of time. Castiel flashed the blood soaked wings into his hands and threw them at the feet of the arguing Gods. “This will suffice, lest you bring down the heavens. See what you rue this day.” He spread his hands and a large 3D version of Rine’s vision appeared, only this time it was different, because Hunter wasn’t killed trying to reach her, but in defending her, because she did not yet know how to pull on his Godpower to defend herself. When the final scene ended the picture turned to dust and vanished. His gaze moved from God to God, his shimmering gold eyes beginning to swirl.

“We are unlike anything you’ve met before. We seeded this galaxy. Every living creature has been touched by our DNA. You are a boulder on the beach to us,” he said, pointing to the Gods, who tried not to look as affronted as they felt. They had been the the supreme beings until this man’s arrival and were still not used to being talked down to. “You were a nothing more than a grain of sand until you became a stone as this one is,” he pointed to the human and then Syn. “We did not make our presence known when last we visited. During his birth,” he pointed to Hunter, “and the selfish war that tore the heavens over who would control him. My child was aborted that day,” he growled. “That is a perversion of his found body.” He paused. “We were sent here to judge whether this galaxy will purged and reseeded. YOU do not wish our judgement to fall over another rash war! We rendered our judgement against our perverted son for his crimes against your pantheon. Our judgement is final!”

His swirling eyes touched each and every one of them, before they settled back into shimmering gold. “We stripped our child of his wings and his powers. He is human and has been cast down to Earth. Should you find him, he can face your judgement, that is your only recourse.” He vanished.

As soon as Castiel left, Amonkira and Kalahira vanished. Arashu picked up the bloodied wings and vanished. Syn looked from Hunter to Rine, unable to bring herself to smile over what they’d just learned, she merely inclined her head to them and vanished.

Hunter took a deep breath and flashed them to his home. Once there, she was tight in his large arms. Unable to let her go for the moment.

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“Oh you are frustrating.” She grumbles shooting a look to the angels that were murmuring before looking at the man that only made her blood boil with rage. She really truly hated him and didn’t trust him at all, but he was her ride back to Hunter.

“Fine… Just… “ She grumbles extending her hand to him in a sharp gestured inches from delivering a hard slap to him. It took all the strength not to deck the pretty boy with the fangs. She didn’t care who he was or they were, he hated the way the man made her skin crawl and her blood boil.

She couldn’t help the need to lash out she did have krogan DNA mixed with hers, or she did before taking from Hunter. It was hard for her not to just fight him and head butt him until she had it out of her system.

“Let’s just get out of here before I change my mind and regret every decision I have ever made the moment you appeared.” A small growl in her voice trying her hardest not to give into the blood rage, she knew she had a tendency to slip into when she was angered as much as she was in the moment.

He smiled coldly. “Likewise.”

He nodded and took her hand, disregarding the sharpness of it being thrust at him. It held no meaning for him. He retrieved the wings, grisly trophies for the defending pantheon, and flashed them to Amonkal’s room in Containment.

The giant red body still strained against the cuffs, the wound he’d made for the god’s bride and the wounds caused by the shackles leaving small rivers of blood that dripped down his body and spattered with each heave of his muscles. He was unable to heal with his powers bound by the shackles.

A chair materialized in front of the chained God, but his struggles sent it flying. Castiel cocked a brow and folded his arms over his chest, leaning against the wall to see how this would turn out.

Amonkira, looking so very like his son, took quick strides to the human’s side. “I would like my son’s head, Rine, wife of Amonkal.” He may resent the fact that his son bonded to a human, but he would respect her, in as much as he was able...for now. Until she gave him reason not to. He held out his hand for the head.

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Rine remains still as she watches the sights she never wanted to see, as her eyes open looking at him. “You say you wish not to play games yet is that what your people do so well?” She stands walking towards him. “You leave people with little option than to accept your offer meaning we are screwed if we do and screwed if we don’t. You do not like what I have to say for it’s true. You know that what you showed me will no doubt make me accept to go with you because I wish nothing to happen to those I care about. You know I have no value to my life, I would give it willingly to save others. And you use that to your will.” She takes her husband’s head repulsed with how he treated it before waiting for him to take her to her husband.

She would hold her tongue until she was where she knew she needed to be before letting loose her tongue. But she knew he understood exactly what she thought of him, that she knew she was crawling into bed with a demon. She only hoped when the time came to repay the favour of her being freed she would not regret it as much as she did in the moment.

He hadn’t really put any pressure on the head, but he wanted her to think he had. He wanted her to take the head and step up to the plate. Which she had, or at least he thought she had. But her words were so frustrating.

His wings flapped in irritation. “We have more power in our fingernail than you have in your body. You have been weighed, you have been measured, and you have been found wanting. In what world could we possibly need you?” He shook his head with a growl. “Open your eyes, seedling. We are playing no game with you. It is not worth our time to do so. We came for both of you, not just him,” he pointed to the head in the jacket. “We showed you only what would come to be, should you choose to remain. We assumed you would not wish to make such a decision in the dark. Did you see any falseness in what we showed you? Had we not showed you future events, and had you stayed, how would you feel if such played out in front of you? You may still find out if you wish. We can remove the memory as easily as we implanted it, if you believe this no more than a game.”

He looked around at the angels, whose murmurings were getting louder. It was obvious some were wanting to attack them. He almost wished they would, it would give him somewhere to focus his aggravation. If she did not hold out her hand to him soon, he was going to leave both her and the head here and let the future play out. He didn’t really care either way.

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Rine knew it wasn’t going to be so simple, working with immortals was never a simple task. “What will you want in return?” She eyes the winged man walking towards him. “If you care not what happens… Than why rescue me?” She hums before stepping towards the man and places her husband’s head in his hands.

“I’m not why you are here. He is.” Her voice pointed. “His parents will rain hellfire down upon the Gods. A war will start. You wish to stop it from happening… For now.” She hums before moving to sit back down her back against the wall.

“I know working with your kind is not cut and dry. You may not require anything from me today, but sometime in the future you will request something of me. And I know I will not be able to fulfill your request.” She hums watching him. “As for what I have in mind for your friend.” Her voice cool and collected as she shut her eyes and beginning to meditate. “I have a few ideas as to what could be worse than being human.” She hums not daring to trust the winged man.

His shimmering eyes flashed, but he took the head from her hands. “Should such occur, as it did 50,000 years ago…at his birth, should such a war between the Gods break out again, then history will repeat itself. Is that what you wish to occur? It matters little to us, for we were sent here to see if this galaxy was worth saving or needed to be reseeded. Should your Reapers prevail, we will simply reseed.”

A cold smirk settled on his lips. “Know you he is chained again? He bleeds fighting the shackles, his body knowing only rage. Is that the life you wish for him with your glib tongue, little seedling?”

His grin grew colder and he pointed his free hand at her, a golden arch of energy touching her head, along with the vision that went with it. A nightmare depicting him leaving without her, Hunter coming for her, being cut down by thousands white winged angels, his head being boiled in water, until nothing was left. Even a God could not grow a new brain…and if one could, it would not be the same God, for all of the memories would be gone. “Do you need to see more? Yes? Then watch..” he settled down next to her, Hunter’s head being used to rest his arm on.

The heavens were torn open and blood, like rivers leaked from the God realm into the Mortal realm. The skies rained blood, crops died, people starved, died. Warrior angels fought to the death, V’Arte fell or was it V’Atre? too hard to tell at this distance. The raw surges of power, destroying atmospheres. Syn’s head flew past them. People were escaping the Citadel, with no clean water, it was a death trap. He zoomed in on one of the shuttles, Neo, holding one of his blue turian children tight to his chest….the shuttle explodes. He sighed and rose. “I really do not have time for these games. Stay if you wish. You have seen what portends.” He walked away from her, giving her one last chance to change the events that were about to occur.

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When her lips sealed over the wound and she partook of him, the shackles released him, he glowed brightly, for a brief moment, as his powers activated. His arms came around her just as the chair vanished, a wall covered the entrance and their clothing disappeared. They landed softly on the ground, her beneath him. He took her nausea and discomfort away, now that he was able to. “Drink,” he murmured, one hand supporting his weight, the other cradling her head gently against him.

A small growl of acceptance and arousal rumbles deep and low in her chest as Hunter lowers them to the ground. Her back arches as she felt the first thrust and a shudder runs down her spine, her hands moving to hug him close to her. Her leg loops around his waist, her body seems to come to life in a new way. Her heart hammers in her chest, as she smiles against the wound that she continued to suck from.

A whimper of his name muffled against his chest as she too climaxes as he sinks his fangs once more into her neck. She was lost in the sensation until the pain breaks the lustful cloud. Her eyes shoot open as Hunter’s head landed onto her chest, she let’s out a throaty scream of not just pain of the blade’s thin line over her neck but the feeling of Hunter being taken from her. She felt his rage and pain from his wound, a snarl curls her lips as she lunges at the damn thing that dare take her husband from her. Her upper arm caught as she tumbles landing hard in a dark, wet cell. She hisses beginning to push herself up off the ground to try a second time to cut down and avenge her husband. “You have my word I will hunt you down and kill you for what you have done.” Her blood stained teeth flashing to the angel. “I promise I will make your suffering worse than your wildest imagination.” She hisses ready to lunge but catches Hunter’s head as it was tossed at her. She cradles her husband against her chest as the monster leaves her alone.

She sinks slowly to the ground as she nuzzles against the ridges on the top of his head. Tears slip from her eyes as she holds him close against her, feeling his silent lips moving which cause a heart wrenching sob to leave her. It was more painful to know that she was trapped with the head of her husband in her arms and nothing she could do to put them together again.

She sniffs before laying down in the corner, her face against his as she curls up into his head. Her hand brushes over the cold cheek folds, as she plans her escape to avenge Hunter. She felt someone watching her but she only tenses when it speaks, sending a sickening chill down her spine. Her eyes looking down at the clothing he put her in before she slowly sits up. She takes her jacket she was give and wraps it around Hunter’s head, carefully cradling it in the fabric as her fingers brush over his cheek folds. She stands slowly keeping the head close to her, before her vacant eyes look at the man.

“My isn’t that a stupid question to ask a woman holding the head of someone she loves.” Her voice dry with an edge to it, she felt tired and disconnected was the only way she could explain it. Her body feeling stuck in limbo, as her hands tighten on the head wrapped in fabric.

“I wish to give my husband back his head before I hunt down the bastard who did this and turn him inside out.” Her voice even as she looks at the winged man.

His golden eyes narrow on her. “We are not your taxi service, seedling, nor are we a beast of burden for your Gods. What we are doing is preserving the balance of the Gods until your fate is decided. Tread carefully with us, seedling. Do you come with us or remain? Should you elect to remain, know there is no one here that would return you to your husband’s pantheon. They would be killed on sight.” He shrugged. “As to who will kill your attacker, I imagine it will be difficult to stop your God from taking his due. But, perhaps, living as a human will be a far greater torture than either of you can devise.” He shrugged again. “Though, I imagine your pantheon has become rather good at containment by now.” His smile was cold.

With a burst of his powerful wings, he sent his perverted, white-winged children stumbling back. He gave her a pointed look to see if she would hold her hand out to him. He’d offered once and was ridiculed for it. She would have to ask, before he decided to leave...alone.

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Rine looks down at the chair that appeared under her feet, causing her to tense and hold the lapels of Hunter’s jacket for support. She didn’t like the feeling that was surrounding her, it felt as though she had a neon sign calling everyone to her location from all corners of the realm she was in. She presses into Hunter when he asks to be released, and she knew he could feel her uneasiness to being where she was.

She couldn’t stop from looking over her shoulder as fear crept it’s icy talons up her spine. She looks to Hunter when he mentions mortals not allowed being in the realm, but her attention was drawn for only a small moment when she thought she heard laughter in the distance. A dark evil laugh that made her tense once more against Hunter, wanting desperately to hide behind him. She didn’t entirely hear Hunter’s words before his mouth lowered to her neck while her eyes look desperately through the shadows for the monsters lurking in the shadow.

She gasps as her head turns to him at the feel of his fangs touching the skin on her neck. The soft gasp of surprise turns into a soft moan of his name as her eyes shut while his fangs break the skin on her neck. She felt no pain to his fangs puncturing a vein, but a sensation of what she could only describe as love and happiness.

Her hands balling his jacket lapels tightly as she rests her forehead against his shoulder, using him as support feeling her body slowly weaken. She felt like she was falling deeper and deeper into a warm embrace, as though Hunter was holding her against him and his hands sliding over her body. She smiles as she could swear up and down she was in a big comfortable bed, silky white sheets draped over her as she lay naked against Hunter. His hands wander over the scars on her back and down her arms as a gentle breeze blows the curtains towards them. She could smell the sweet smell of the ocean what she could only assume was what she imagined to be the drell homeworld.

Her hand draws small circles on his chest as her head tips up to look up at him, catching the deep rumble from his voice. She smiles as she looks up at her lover laying in the bed under her. “I am yours Amonkal.” She breathes moving to crush her lips against his.

The dream fades as she looks up at Hunter with a warm smile. “I will always be yours my dearest love.” She murmurs softly before moving her head to seal her lips around the wound. She hadn’t expected the taste that filled her mouth with each draw from the wound. The warm liquid tasted similar to the metallic taste she was so accustomed to tasting after taking a punch to the face. But his blood was almost sweet, but she had no frame of reference to what it reminded her of.

Upon the third draw of his blood, she found it harder to do keep it down. She pushes down the need to vomit as she coughs and gags against him. She shuts her eyes tight as she draws the fourth mouthful of blood. Her skin burned as though it was being stripped from her one thin layer at a time, her stomach tightened as her heart raced. She assumed what she was experiencing was normal while a fifth mouthful slide down the back of her throat, burning a path as it went down to her stomach.