2 2.Hazug and Ella

After the plan was a go, Hazug took to himself the supervision of the operations. His right hand received the task of dealing with the humans. Forakta was a very powerful intelligent angel who fought by his side in the Universe War.

The first task would involve finding the woman to breed. Forakta engendered a smart course of action.

Few weeks after the council, Hazug and his colonel hovered over a group of a few thatched homes organized in a rough semi-circular pattern to watch it unfold.

Insects buzzed over the little huts, as a summer breeze rustled leaves.

It was a late night, and the communal fire in the center of the circle reduced to embers as the sleeping villagers rested from the hard workday.

Colonel Forakta and General Hazug observed their handiwork from the sky.

"There they come," Forakta pointed at a small group of human men, hiding behind trees, and moving with no sound.

"Tell them to kill and they never disappoint," the demon snorted.

Pleased, Hazug slapped his subordinate's arm. "You do a great job, colonel."

"Can I cover the area with my fire to help them, general?"

Hazug shook his head. "No. The laws are against it. I don't want Allegiants to drop by."

Forakta nodded, and they followed as the attackers approached the small village with surprise on their side. So the little community lay open to plunder and destruction.

They hollered their battle cries ready to destroy. Their reason was saving themselves a ten-minute walk to the small creek. The village under attack was closer to the water source.

Neither plea nor warning left the few sentinels' mouths as they met death at the point of swords. Nothing but the noise of the invaders' mob woke up the sleeping villagers. Then came gruesome death.

The invaders were organized. Each of them broke into a hut, and screams, shouts, and fear took hold of the once calm night.

There was no time to react because of the invasion's surgery precision.

The attackers were fast and merciless as they killed the men and did not spare the male children.

Colonel Forakta watched with a smirk as the events unfolded.

"It is so easy it is boring, general. When I visited the vicious human leader in dreams to suggest the invasion he was entertaining."

Hazug crooked an eyebrow. "How so?"

"After a few nights, some techniques for the raid played too well for him to forget. So he offered suggestions. He is creative."

"Admiring the bag of dirt, are you?"

Forakta laughed. "As a pet, he was nice. One morning, the man was ready for the killing spree. I had to hold him to be sure it would fit your wishes."

"He enjoys it too much. He can't kill the women. It is for real now."

"He won't."

"How can you be sure?"

"He likes raping almost more than he enjoys killing."

Floating beside the colonel, General Hazug watched the gory scenes with uncaring eyes. Yet he understood the reason Forakta was proud of his pupil. It took the murderers less than thirty minutes to kill every male they found.

After their orgy of death, the victors gathered the women and brought them to the center of the village.

Hazug glanced at his faithful subordinate.

"It is time, Forakta."

The Renegade Colonel nodded.

His general never interacted with humans unless to savor their flesh. He despised the bags of dirty too much to go for human for adoration.

"My triumphant entrance must be terrifying," he decided.

Forakta glanced at his general finding it even funny. The powerful being was a neophyte in something so trivial to the other Renegades.

"A little is enough, general. Their simple minds do not stand much," he advised with tact.

"You are right. I never developed a good sense of their minds."

The understatement of the millennia, Forakta mused, and asked, "Why now, my general? What changed your mind?"

Hazug laughed.

"These animals can give me something now. My plan needs a special woman. I will groom her myself."

The closer Renegades chuckled.

"You might as well ask for an intelligent donkey, my General," Captain Avsky said, shaking his reptilian head.

Forakta lifted his eyebrows but did not reprimand the subordinate.

Hazug glanced at Avsky smiling with mischief. "I guess it would be easier, captain. Yet if she is obedient it will be enough."

"It is doable if you terrify her," Avsky nodded.

"Treat her with sex instead, sir," Lieutenant Sikari opposed. "Make it painful but pleasurable and she will do whatever you ask to get some more."

Hazug turned to Forakta. "It seems I am the only one who doesn't like these inferior beings. Have you all enjoyed them?"

The colonel smirked.

"It has been some long millennia, sir. The soldiers needed some way to vent their anger."

Hazug lifted his eyebrows. "You too?"

Forakta shrugged.

Hazug frowned. "I guess it is pleasurable yet it put the Watchers in shackles. Aren't you afraid one of them gets pregnant?"

Forakta laughed. "I always burn their womb. It's fragile, general."

Hazug listened to his soldiers tell stories with interest.

For his battalion, he came to be a box of wonders after his call to arms. So different from his ordinary ways it was stupefying. He was spending time asking about the humans and learning every small detail.

Then, to add to their surprise, he followed Sikari suggestion. He chose to appear on the surface as an attractive broad-shouldered human warrior.

The horde watched Hazug's fire split the material veil. Then their general appeared to the humans.

His avatar peeked at the humans over high cheekbones with malice and a touch of a challenge.

The men and women shied away from the scrutiny of deep azure eyes framed by honey-colored lashes. Many fell on their knees, crying. Old chains and jewels sparkled in his thick braids when he nodded at the subservience.

"Stay on your knees and you might survive," he growled.

The fallen angel radiated danger and death. The human body inside his armor flowed with his easy movements and he took a battle stance on the muddy ground. The creature's thick strong thighs declared his power and practiced efficient violence.

Crimson and orange fire run his bright vicious sword, humming a soft enticing harmony.

It was the angelic song, one of the few traits the renegade still carried from his former self.

Before the punishment, the fallen angels were marvelous beings. They shared the Father's presence and received from his power.

Now, the song was the single mark left of what they were before the Fall.

The deceitful lullaby popped and crackled, creating the only noise in the sudden sharp silence.

The group of horrified humans tried to step away from the inferno, but the sword song brought them nearer.

"Who are you? What do you want?" the chief invader blurted out astonished.

"I come for the women," the evil general declared. "You can keep your life."

The females pulled together behind the invader chief. Apart from the soft humming of his fiery weapon, the new arrival seemed worse than the murderers. He was handsome but cruelty and viciousness seemed to be part of his skin.

A vertical wrinkle creased Hazug's forehead when the women reacted with horror.

"It may be harder than I thought," he groaned, and his displeasure was horrible to feel in the bloody smelling air.

Killers and victims alike fell to the mud, terrorized.

Colonel Forakta and the battalions gathered in the sky broke into laughter. They were never surprised when their general caused fear in other renegade angels. Imagine what it did to the poor bags of dirt.

The sound of his soldiers' laughter incensed General Hazug's anger.

"You are good for nothing," he yelled, and his sword drew a wide arc to annihilate the weaklings.

That very moment, a roar of fury shook him off, interrupting his movement.

"No! Don't you dare," an authoritative female voice slashed the air.

Since the Fall General Hazug spent uncountable ages without receiving an order. Her words were appalling to his ears. Surprise and befuddlement stopped his movement.

Then he watched a beauty with shiny, long, silver blond hair that flogged the cold air running to him.

Although she had endured abuse, the gorgeous woman wasn't shedding tears. Instead, it was rage that came off of her in waves and shone in her royal-blue eyes. The delicate nostrils of her elegant nose flared. Her slender, bruised, and scratched arms pumped for speed. Her torn clothes flapped without purpose over bare breasts tipped with pink nipples.

In her haste to get to the startled General, she stumbled and kicked the cowering bodies huddled on the mud.

"Stop it, ignorant, coward fools! Stand up! Try to look like you deserve saving!"

She advised, chewing dirty expletives at her fellow women.

"Let me pass! The warrior is right. You are good for nothing."

The four men who were after her halted at the terrifying sight of Hazug's ferocity.

The fearless beauty had broken Hazug's concentration. His orange fire was now surrounding his fake human form.

The gorgeous female threw herself at his feet showing no fear. The gigantic flaming sword was a few inches away from her but she did not avoid it.

Some sadistic pleasure had spared her ravishing beauty. Her face was intact.

"Please, help me," her pink lips begged.

"I help no one female. Besides, after you gave me an order, you sound able to save yourself." Hazug's cold answer ricocheted off the surrounding woods.

Floating in the sky, Hazug's army waited in silence. That vile creature was sassy. Their general must be toying with her.

However, Forakta knew better.

"General Hazug found a pet," he commented and Sikari chuckled.

"She is a war maiden."

Forakta laughed. "It is becoming interesting."

The general's words would have affected a weak person, yet the woman stood firm.

She growled, pointing at the invaders. "They need to die and I want their village destroyed. You can deliver."

Hazug's eyes narrowed to pinpricks as he studied her with predatory attention that did not disturb the female.

Surprised, the renegade General smirked, revealing pointy teeth.

"You are right, and I can kill murderers. Their actions give me the right."

The invaders cringed. Hazug's alluring looks deceived nobody. They saw how deadly the supernatural being was.

"What's your name?" Hazug questioned her in his rumbling baritone.

"Ella Knaast. And yours?"

Something unexpected was happening. Renegade General Hazug was having fun! He laughed. And so did the throng of Renegades above.

Nobody knew an angel's name but the Father. They used traits as names. Never the name given by the Lord of All Lights.

Laughing yet, he repeated. "My name? You want to know my name. No, little animal. You don't want to know my name."

"Whatever," she snapped.

The other renegades watched the dialogue, guessing what their leader would do now. No one had ever talked to him like that and survived. Yet their leader only shook his head.

"What can you offer me in exchange if I kill for you," Hazug provoked the feisty little thing.

It was funny and it could explain his fellows looking for interaction with humans. They were oblivious to the danger in front of them. Clueless.

Hazug projected his voice to his legions.

"Avsky, you are smart. A donkey has a better chance."

The throng of Renegades exploded in laughter, finally understanding their general.

"Do you understand I can kill you," he asked Ella.

She blinked. "What?"

Hazug sighed. "You do not respect a being so superior to you. I believe you don't see the danger."

The woman snorted, pointing at the others piled up in fear behind her. "Even they understand it. But for me, revenge is more important than life."

"It is, isn't it?" And his lips quirked in one side. "It seems we have something in common."

Ella was brave, but not stupid. He might be thinking about her yelling and giving him orders. It was obvious that the creature above her was neither good nor prone to forgive. She mannered her tongue.

"Grant me my wish and I will do what you tell me, master." And to make it clearer, she fell to her knees and licked his toes like a trusty hound.

Hazug laughed.

"You are a smart, dangerous little thing. I am doing men a great service keeping you out of their hands," he said and bent to scoop Ella from the ground. His fire could have killed her, but he turned it down a little. He sent her enough to hurt but give supernatural sexual pleasure, as his lieutenant suggested. He wanted her to crave him.

She screamed and panted, eyes large with surprise.

His smoldering blue orbs made her gasp. "Master…" she whispered and acknowledged him.

She quaked in awe at the burning fire she saw behind the fake human eyes, but she kept her resolve. Determination, courage, and amazement met the fallen angel's eyes.

He searched the depths of her lavender pupils and liked what he saw. "Do you come to me of your free will?"

"Yes, Master."

"Do you offer me your body and soul?"

"I give you my body, my soul, and every descent from my womb."

Her voluntary words made him grin. Ella Knaast had voiced the devil's pact without his prompting.

"And your revenge? Did you forget it?"

Her laughter was bitter. "Never.

Hazug was exultant, and he wasn't alone. The fire from the hordes in celebration burn the tips of some trees, and the snow melted.

The other humans screamed, watching flames leap into the huts. The fire was roaring when Hazugl lifted his hand, calling Forakta.

"You heard our pet. Let's give her her share of our revenge. No survivor," he ordered.

"Who is there? Who are you talking to," the chief invader asked.

A grin stretched Hazug's lips.

"Show yourself, Forakta."

The demon colonel laughed and broke the veil, his body seeming to drop out of nowhere.

Screams echoed. No nightmare was worse than their terrible reality. Forakta wasn't hiding his fallen form. He was half animal half human and his smile made some of the women faint.

The Father had made the Renegades horrendous. It was part of their punishment and a warning to humanity.

"Hello, my pet," the colonel greeted the chief of the invaders.

The human man started to scream, recognizing the voice from his dreams.

"Don't be rude," Forakta said with mockery. "You did a good job, but she has something my general wants best. And she wants you dead."

The Renegade colonel's brutish lips opened, and he roared. His serrated feral teeth were horrifying. The creature jumped on the man and ripped off his throat, swallowing the chunks.

Licking his lips, he told his legion, "Come down and have fun."

And his troops feasted on the killers, hunting them and tearing limbs apart. The invaders joined Ella's people in death.

And while the demon Colonel Forakta was shredding Ella's rapists with his long claws, she begged.

"Can you put me on the ground, please, Master? I want to bathe my feet in their blood."

He did, smiling as she wiggled her toes in her enemies' crimson life-giving fluid. She filled the palm of her hand from a larger puddle and licked it.

Hazug watched her mesmerized. He could never anticipate feeling admiration. But Ella Knaast was so much like him he felt attracted to her. And for the first time, the fallen angel wanted a woman.

Excited and drunk from her revenge, Ella Knaast grabbed the General's face.

"Is this the real you or do you look like him," she asked, watching Forakta.

Hazug tilted his hea.

"Would you be scared if I did?"

"What? No. I would be thrilled."

And when Hazug felt the truth in her words, it was an assurance that he had found the perfect woman for his plans.

He morphed into his fallen form.

Ella licked her lips and moaned. "So much strength and power."

Feeling his body react, Hazug took her to the sky and had sex with a human for the first time. Thus, the renegade discovered his fellows' constant interaction with humans had good reason. It was exhilarating.

Then the general gave Forakta a second task. He should find a strong handsome man. Hazug would take possession of his body to impregnate Ella.

This way he would make a powerful family of warlocks and witches from her offspring.

The Knaasts.

They would breed his and the other general's heir.