Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

423 Bought - Bonus chapters IV

**Samael **

The following weeks pass slowly. Erelah keeps making me eat more of those fruit and nut bars during this time is that all they eat on this planet? Then, they should be happy when I free them of their misery. She keeps working on my wings almost daily. She touches me with care, almost as if she is scared that she'll hurt me.

It confuses me. It unsettles me. I don't like it.

I'm a Nephilim. A warrior forged in battle, who has known only brutal training and endless fights, not this, whatever Erelah is trying to achieve with her...actions. If she is looking for sympathy, she will find none. Nephilims do not need feelings. I have no need for anything that will distract me from my mission of restoring everything to its original state.

Soon, this world will be destroyed. But before that, I'll take great pleasure in killing any life form living on this planet, to bathe myself in their blood.

Including Erelah. Maybe I will start with her, so I won't have to always see her starry eyes. Or smell her sweet scent. It's...sickeningly sweet. I don't like it.

What will she do when I raise my sword to strike her?

She doesn't seem to have been created for battle. She is...different from the Nephilim females. She doesn't wear armor, nor do I see her carrying any weapon with her. Maybe she has one under her robe, but I didn't have a chance to verify. Even if she were to have a dagger or a sword, it wouldn't save her from me. Nothing will.

I am stronger and faster than her.

Or, I will be when I am fully healed.

I take another bite of the fruit and nut bar in my hand-so help me Ophyr, if I have to eat one more of these, I'll snap-and try not to shudder as Erelah's hands move across my wings. Her touch doesn't bother me...but I can't say I like it either. She talks to me in her strange yet melodious language, and I listen while I imagine how this world will look once I burn everything to the ground. She had tried to teach me but stopped when I showed no interest in it. I have no need for a language that will soon be dead.

finishes another round of healing. She looks pleased. There's still a dull ache in the junction between my wing and shoulder, but it's just

pain turns into a burning sensation. Beads of

I don't want that. I don't want to die. Not until Ophyr and the rest of my army are found. But without my wings,

demons and harvest their divine power to fix

it turns out that it is connected to her divine power, so unless she

now, it doesn't seem like such a bad fate. If only she would bring me something better to eat and maybe let me train with my sword, then I wouldn't be so

until it lands next to my feet.

Is she sad...for me?

have studied angels

didn't kill me, nothing will. There's no need to feel

looks at me expectantly. What does she want from me? I don't know. Ever since she found me, my

doesn't know who

says something to me, but I don't bother to listen to her. It wouldn't

of the cave. It is snowing. It has snowed every day since Erelah brought me here. Surprisingly, it is quite warm inside. Even if it was freezing in here,

don't know what she expects from me. She keeps talking until she lets out a big sigh and puts the tip of her forefinger against my mouth. It dawns on me

I inquire even if she

the sounds she makes; her words flow like a river and are impossible to follow. Ophyr created

now, but I could listen to her speak for...hours. Such a waste of

the snow red. And when I am done with you, everyone else will follow,"