Free My Lord's Judgment by Taylor Law Page B

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angel’s balls, hard. In reaction, Gadreel pushed him away with a
shout, still holding Bran's arm, but leaving himself wide open.
Samael threw the blade with all the force he could, strengthened by
his anger at Gadreel, by his fear for Brandon’s safety, by all of
the things that were taken from him. The dagger flew swift and
true, and buried itself in the center of the angel’s chest.
    Gadreel released Brandon completely, and his
Little Raven flew at him. Sam hugged him close and watched the
angel, waiting to see if the blessing would take him from this
plain, or if it would not have any effect on him at all.
    At first, nothing happened. Gadreel who had
been staring at the dagger in horror, focused on Sam with a big
grin on his face and started to chuckle. Suddenly, his silver wings
started to darken, slowly losing their radiance; becoming a soft
grey that grew and deepened until it was a rich black. The angel’s
features rearranged themselves as the amusement disappeared,
replaced by fear.
    “No. Noooo!”
    As they watched, a stark light flared out
from the Demon Dagger in Gadreel’s chest. He startled, and reached
for the hilt, tugging and pulling, trying to wrench the thing from
him. The light enveloped him, and with a final flash, he
disappeared.
    The only thing remaining to remind them of
what had happened that night was the dagger on the floor, and the
human lying dead on the carpet. The two demons were gone,
transported to their eternity. Sam never had to deal with Gadreel
again.
    Samael gazed down into Brandon’s face. “You
were so courageous and strong. I am very proud of you.”
    The smile he received from the praise was
glorious. Sam leaned down to kiss Bran and as their lips touched, a
cough interrupted them.
    They startled apart. Samael pushed Brandon
behind him and faced the danger. There in front of them were
Raphael and Michael. They stood there gawking at the two angels for
a moment.
    Mike was the one to pull him out of his
stupor. “Hey, buddy.”
    Sam snapped. “Now? You arrive now? I could
have used your help a little while ago, you know.”
    His friends were both chagrined. Raph was the
one to respond. “We weren’t permitted to help you. That was
something you had to do on your own.”
    Of course it was. “What brings you here,
then?”
    Michael looked guilty. “Yahweh wants to see
you.” Without further conversation, they each took an elbow,
pulling him away from Brandon.
    His Little Raven was standing there, looking
scared and confused. His expressive face was communicating a series
of “No” and “You promised you wouldn’t leave.” It broke Sam’s
heart.
    There was nothing he could do; one moment he
was standing in the tiny apartment staring into pain filled,
chocolate brown eyes, and the next he was in Yahweh’s temple in
Heaven.
    White marble columns extended three stories
up to an intricately painted ceiling, adorned in rose gold. The
solid silver floor was cool against his bare feet, and yellow gold
acted as crown molding and baseboards to trim the room. Statues sat
on pedestals near the walls, and colored glass turned the windows
into artwork. Large, sparkling, diamond chandeliers hung down,
creating rainbows when the light hit them. It was glorious, but
Samael could not appreciate it at the moment.
    The angels released Sam and left him, closing
the solid oak doors on their way out. The sound of them shutting
reverberated around the temple. He did not know why he was back
here, but there must be a reason.
    Sam strode forward, down the aisle in the
center of the columns, toward the large, adorned throne at the back
of the room. As he reached his destination, he knelt and bowed his
head in respect, raising his fist up to his heart. He knew he would
not see God in person. In his human form, with his powers removed,
he would perish in God's presence, so he was not surprised when the
Spirit entered.
    The Devine Spirit looked like a mixture of
floating clouds and a mirage