Free My Lord's Judgment by Taylor Law Page A

would
rather die than go with that evil man. What is your plan, Sam?
Let’s do something. Let’s get out of here. I am staying with you no
matter what. We fight this together remember? Together!
    Right! The private conversation was
just what Samael needed. He bolstered his courage and turned back
toward their enemy, slowly sliding his hand behind him to grasp the
hilt of the dagger.
    Bran tipped his chin down, hiding his face
once more, and then turned to the angel. “So, you're my
father?”
    Gadreel latched on to that; anything to get
what he wanted. “That’s right, Brandon. No one here is going to
hurt you. You come with me, and we'll get to know each other.”
Gadreel schooled his expression into one of regret. Man, was he
good. “I am so very sorry that I have not been there for you. I
didn’t know about you until recently, but we can change all of
that.”
    Brandon slowly stepped toward Gadreel,
drawing everyone’s attention to himself. Damn, but his man had some
balls. Asmodeus had lowered his weapon slightly, and the human now
had his pointed somewhere around the couch. Both of the men split
their focus between the protection of their boss, and Samael. Their
boss was winning. Stupid, very stupid.
    “What about the money?” Bran was now a few
feet away from the angel, and Sam was slowly edging his way toward
the other two men in the room.
    Gadreel gave a flick of his hand. “If you
come with me, you’ll have all the money you want. The amount you
owe, well, let’s just consider it a bonus.”
    “What could I possibly do for you?” Almost
there, almost.
    “Your dreams…”
    Just then, Samael moved - thrusting the
dagger through Asmodeus’ heart, and then spinning to the human. He
knew the blessing on the blade would do its work, and the demon
would be down. As he turned, he flung his left hand up, capturing
the muzzle of the gun, pushing it upward and setting it off in the
ceiling. At the same time, his right hand brought the dagger up and
in an arch, slicing the human’s throat. He felt no remorse. That’s what you get for putting your hands on his Little
Raven!
    In seconds, both of them were dead, and Sam
was facing Gadreel.
    It was not quick enough.
    Gadreel had changed; his huge silver wings
nearly the length of the room. He didn’t deserve to wear silver;
they should be black, as dark as his soul.
    The angel had Brandon pulled up against his
chest, a blade to his throat.
    “Nice, Samael. I see you haven’t lost your
skill.”
    “Release him Gadreel. It’s over.” Samael
started toward them, but heard a hiss come from Bran that froze him
in place.
    Brandon was standing on the tips of his toes,
a large forearm wrapped across his neck. The blade pierced him,
just under his right ear and a small amount of blood was beading
there. Sam could throw his dagger, but he did not have much room to
work with and was afraid to hit Bran instead. He didn't even know
if the Demon Dagger would work on Gadreel. Technically, he was
still an angel. Barely.
    Some help would be nice right now. He
thought out toward the heavens, not really expecting an answer.
    Bran released the forearm he was holding onto
for balance, and pushed his hair back. Samael looked him in the
eye. The man’s face said, “Get ready.”
    Gadreel was sneering at him, “Samael, you
know better than that, there is nothing you can do to stop me. That
dagger in your hand will not work on me.”
    “Are you so sure of that Gadreel?”
    “I am an angel.” He spat at Sam.
    “A technicality I am sure will be remedied
forthwith.” Samael replied calmly. “Your soul is as evil as any
demon’s, I am sure the blessing will be able to tell that. Are you
willing to risk it, Gadreel? Are you willing to risk the Seventh
level of Hell?”
    The angel’s uncertainty was plain and he
roughly pulled Bran closer to him. “I’ll kill him, Sam.”
    Samael glanced at Brandon’s face again. It
said, “Now!”
    Bran reached behind himself and squeezed