House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Chapter 67 (Clare)

Nathan had told her, “There is nothing worse than being stripped of your name, it’s like ripping out part of your soul. I’ve watched it been done, seen the torture in the eyes of one who’s been stripped. Most end up dead within a week, not many are strong enough to go through the change. The descendants may give you the cold shoulder, but their hate is fueled by their fear of a ten-year-old Lightwatcher who survived almost unscathed by that which has killed many. You have a strong soul Clare, don’t let their masks deter you when you have barely surfaced.” She didn’t understand why he told her that, but now she knew, it gave her a semblance of courage when Annabelle gestured, she turns to the crowd.

A bearded man stood up, he had a rough exterior that gave her the creeps, but it fueled her determination because she saw him, he might’ve looked strong, but she caught the nervous tell in his left hand before he put it behind his back and sneered, “How can you be one of us if you don’t even bear the mark, where’s your name child?”

Frustrated, her mind drew a blank at her brother’s lecture regarding laws, she snapped, “My father and mother are Lightwatchers, descendants of the archangels Mikael and Gabriel.”

Her cheeks flushed, and a burn lodged in her throat as she swallowed her saliva, “I have amnesia, my names are gone, but I’m sure you all know that.”

Annabelle saw the tears in Clare’s eyes, and retorted on Clare’s behalf, “The girl has spoken her point, we shall call her Clare until her name has returned.” Annabelle looked up to the audience, “We have more important matters to attend.”

Raphael stood up from his chair, fair almost paled skinned, lithe, with long black hair barely touching his shoulders, and chiselled sharp features. If it weren’t for those calculated yellow eyes that chilled her bones by the sheer hatred in them, she would have thought him a striking beauty of a man. His voice scratched the air, “Why did you call upon us half-blood?”

Annabelle’s head spun in his direction, her voice grave, “Do not downgrade her Raphael, you are still in Khiron, you would respect our young, name or not.”

He ignored Annabelle, his eyes focused on Clare, who wore a scowl of her own, when he practically spat the words out, “I see your acquaintance with my uncle grows stronger every passing second.”

His eyes shot to Kalbreal, “Isn’t that so Kalbreal?”

remark, with a shrug, and shouted, “Since when do you question

to him, and shut him up, “I know why you are here, girl.” He clapped his hand, as a cruel smile painted his face,

about him, I’ll follow

affections for the little

argued, “You know the boy is good Raphael.” His voice

roamed dimensions as an Asguardian for Thousands of years, Azazy-el shaped the chaos of the world, any descendant of his

when his voice drifted down, “Facts are not proven by rumours Raphael,

souls, use their gifts, the same ones you have spent aeons trying

bitterness in his eyes and face so unhidden, she yelled, “What do you mean when you said saved his sister?”

satisfaction, “Little Clare doesn’t

Clare’s, his voice soft and husky, “Oh yes, Kalbreal defied death and saved your precious life after Kadreal put an order

didn’t have to see the faces that made up the crowd, because she could feel it in

to the audience, “But Kalbreal just couldn’t let that

tears poured down her face as she

Angel’s sins for all those to hear. She wanted to stop him, to tell him it was wrong, it was so horrible, her heart-ached, but she couldn’t

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