Obliterated

Prologue

Lightning streaked the sky with eerie blood red light as the volcano erupted around it. It was like a watching a war between the heavens and hell as bolt after bolt hit the fiery lava pool that cascaded down the mountainside. I’d never seen lightning strike a volcano before. It was the single most stunningly frightening thing I’d ever saw.

This was just the beginning of the end. One act of natural disaster was the signaling that the world was in peril because it was with that act of such explosive fury that the six deities entered our world.

I watched them walk from the black cloud smoothly. Six men, four with hair as white as an arctic fox, one with deep maroon, and the last with shoulder length onyx locks. His eyes lifted from across that massive span riveting me instantly with their opal sheen. His lips lifted and I thought I saw the word, soon.

The rest of their eyes came to me and my body stumbled backwards. The first man rolled his shoulders bursting four massive wings from his bare back. He had the longest white hair out of them and the fiercest expression. His wings collapsed in towards his body and I knew he was going to make a lunge towards me.

My heart hammered in my chest as I fell back to the cold earth. He was on me in an instant staring down at me with the strangest set of eyes I’d ever seen. The irises were almost clear. “Who are you?” he demanded his voice moving over me like rushing water stealing the air from my lungs.

I jolted up exhaling heavily.

Chapter One

My eyes flicked over the room I’d been stuck in since I entered Mavet, Alaska. I was alone in the large bed. I didn’t like it. I rolled out of bed shakily trying to shed the lingering dream. I pulled on my black robe and walked down the hall to Michael’s room.

I entered without knocking and he sat up fast. “Morgana,” he breathed. “What’s the matter?”

“Six deities just entered the mortal realm,” I answered flatly and his eyes flared.

“What?”

I started pacing irritably. Two months ago I had to give up all my bonds, my attachments to the men in my life just to train with the archangel Michael for some unknown need and he still had a difficult time just accepting that I just knew things. We fought a lot, especially lately. It had only been two days in the mortal realm because time in this purgatory town of Mavet didn’t move like the real world.

“Hey guys,” Nick murmured sleepily entering behind me. “Are you fighting again?”

Nick Angel had been one of my best friends since we were six and my number one heartthrob lover for the last few months. One of the many reasons I was mad at Michael for was the fact that he wouldn’t allow Nick and I to share the same bed. No matter how much stronger I’d gotten in controlling the icy lust I wound up with needing to feed through a series of mixed up events and my dad’s demon bloodline.

Two months ago I was Morgana Lee, daughter of the nephilim Kimiko Hiram Lee, and the lust demon Asmodeus. I took it in stride because I had been trained since birth to control my bloodline’s power from the magic we got from Solomon’s fall. I had contracted with the Great Prince of Hell Sitri, and the Grand Marquis Leraje. I also contracted with the angel Ramiel and had to take an angelic mate Azryel to end a hell bond with the trickster demon Abaddon. It was all for the betterment of doing my job at the FBI’s secret sect called the Division. All that seemed like a lifetime ago now though.

Nick and I hooked up and life was good until Michael decided to claim me under angelic law making me his soul mate, his rapturous soul. It ended all of my bonds and my attachments, except to Nick. It seemed not even God could undo us, we were forever and Michael had to deal with it.

“We’re not fighting that I’m aware of,” Michael stated coolly. Everything that came out of his mouth from the moment Nick showed up was said in that same blasé serene tone. It was another thing pissing me off. “Morgana please tell me what’s going on?”

“Six deities have entered the mortal realm,” I repeated biting off each word. “There was some kind of volcanic explosion,” I continued closing my eyes. “It was surrounded with this wicked looking red lightning and then there were these six guys whose power screamed ‘freaking godly’. One jumped me.”

“In your dream?” he queried giving me those damn blank eyes.

“No in my bed smart ass,” I growled. “He jumped the parallel plains but I knocked him out so you could inspect him.”

“Sarcasm isn’t necessary Morgana,” he sighed raking his hand through his tussled hair. The move dropped the blanket down his bare chest and my body tightened. That was the biggest reason we fought. He fed me once before Nick arrived and it was earth-shattering unfreakin’ believable and hasn’t since.