Free My Lord's Judgment by Taylor Law

own good,
Sam.”
    “You’re...you’re his father?”
    “That’s right. Brandon is my flesh and blood.
You know what they say, ‘like father like son.’” The angel had a
sneer on his face, while his two companions were snickering.
    That was a fabrication of the highest degree.
His Little Raven was nothing like Gadreel. Nothing. Bran was good,
and loyal, and selfless. Gadreel was the complete opposite of those
things.
    “What do you want with him?” Sam snapped,
trying to keep all of the men and their weapons in his line of
sight simultaneously.
    “Well, that is very simple.” The angel leaned
back against the window, and crossed his arms. “He is mine.” Sam’s
hackles rose. Brandon was his not Gadreel’s. “Bran is Nephilim, and
has gifts that will come in quite handy to me. It is time he
thanked me for giving him life, and used them in loyalty to me.
Besides,” Gadreel broke away from the window and walked to the
center of the room. “He has been without his father for far too
long, poor fellow. It’s more than time he got to know his dear old
dad.”
    No! This was not happening. Gadreel
had taken everything from him; he was not going to take Brandon
too.
    The angel made a motion with his hand and the
two, armed men surrounded Samael, their handguns directed at his
head. Sam looked at Asmodeus. The demon seemed wary, as he should
be. “You remember what I said to you, A?” Sam whispered.
    Fear filled Asmodeus’ eyes. Oh, he
remembered all right. “Don’t Sam. You are only human now.” He
sounded firm and sure, but the hand holding the gun was trembling
slightly.
    “You will be the first.” Sam growled at him
quietly. He almost expected the demon to piss his pants. Human or
not, Asmodeus was afraid of him. Rightly so.
    “Brandon!” Gadreel shouted. “Come out here
boy.”
    “No, Bran, stay where you are.” Sam yelled in
reply.
    Gadreel stared at him, eyebrows furrowed. “We
have Samael at gunpoint, Bran. We will shoot him if you don't show
yourself.”
    Sam cursed. Brandon was too loyal not to
respond to that threat, and he knew it.
    “Calm down,” the angel directed at Sam. “It’s
not as if this place is big. We would find him anyway.”
    He knew that was the truth, but he’d hoped he
could stop them in time; even if his death was the price. Samael
was probably the only being he knew that held no fear of Death. Not
that he wanted to go yet, he did not want to leave Bran like
that.
    A minute later, Brandon came out of the
bedroom and solemnly walked directly toward him. He was fully
dressed now. As he approached, the other men backed away slightly,
still aiming their weapons at Sam.
    Bran stepped up beside him, and reached
around placing a hand at the small of Sam’s back. There was
something in it. The Demon Dagger! The blind faith the man
showed was humbling. He just hoped he didn't let his Little Raven
down.
    As inconspicuously as possible, he shoved the
blade down the back of Samael’s shorts, while speaking to their
captors. “What do you want?”
    “Ah, Brandon. Good to finally meet you, son.”
The ‘son’ comment had Sam flinching.
    Bran raised his chin in defiance. “Who are
you and what do you want from me?”
    “I am Master C and you, my dear boy, owe me a
lot of money. Now, I know you don't have it. Carlos, here,” he
indicated the human with a tilt of his head, “has told me as much;
but seeing as it has recently come to my attention that you are my
child, I'm willing to overlook it.”
    The angel allowed the words to sink in for a
minute before continuing. “On one condition. You come work for
me.”
    Brandon pushed his hair off his face – which
Sam knew was significant because it was always in his eyes when he
was nervous – then his Little Raven looked at him and held his
gaze. Samael used his newfound ability to read the man’s
expressions. He told him without words that he had heard everything
from the bedroom, and he was not going with Gadreel. I