Tuesday Tales - Icy

Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week we are with the next book in the Gods of DC series and the word prompt is “icy”.

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Michael shook his head so hard he thought it would pop off. “Nope, nada, no can do. Find someone else.”

Typhon tilted his head as he glared at Michael. His words were icy enough to give the fallen angel chills. “I’m sorry. Did you tell me no? Do I need to remind you who was there for you when the big guy kicked you out of paradise?”

Michael gritted his teeth. “You do not.”

Typhon pointed back towards the prison. “Then get back in there. I have enough to deal with right now to deal with your endless whining.”

Michael bit his tongue before he said something he would regret. Yes, Typhon and his goons were legit demons from the depths of hell. But he was a scrawny twig with flushed skin like his minions. Michael was twice his size with double the muscle. If anyone was constantly whining, it was Typhon. 

“Beelzebub finally figured out about this dude you decided to work with?” Michael questioned. 

“We aren’t working for a ‘dude’. And no, he doesn’t know. If you have to know, my partner is dissatisfied with how long this is taking. She wanted results by now.”

“What was she hoping for?”

“I have no idea. She is extremely difficult to work with. No one is allowed in her presence. Whatever is aiming for, the goddess is the bait. So go watch the bait before she tries to escape again and we are all screwed. And be prepared to move her at a moment’s notice. I believe this woman can extend her charm to keep her excellency powerless anywhere within the cavern.”

Michael shook his head in disbelief. “How does one disarm a god?”

Typhon cocked his chin up and then nodded to the jail. “Stop stalling.”

“It’s an honest question. It can help me guard her if I know what is happening around here.”

Typhon huffed. Then he spoke. “This chick is Greek. Old Greek. She is wielding the same type of power as Artemis. They may not have the same abilities, but the source is the same. Olympus.”

Michael made a vain attempt to stifle his shock. Whoever the demons were working with, they were Ancient Greek. They could be a god or goddess of the Pantheon, just like Artemis. “Fine. Good to know.”

He spun on his heel and stormed past the half-naked, screeching women entertaining the leather-clad men around them. 

Suddenly his answer to Artemis’s question was clear as crystal. Would he protect her? Yes, he would. He would defend her with his entire existence.

Tuesday Tales - Wood

 

Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week we are with the Gods of DC and the word prompt is “run”.

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Artemis blinked hard to bring herself back to her senses. When her eyes focused, she found herself staring at a broad, muscular chest. She huffed as she raised her head to identify her captor.

When her gaze met a pair of heavenly blue eyes, the pain in her arm was quickly replaced with a sharp jolt of electricity that reverberated through every nerve. 

“Again, where do you think you’re going?” Michael demanded. 

It took a long second for Artemis to speak. Before she did, she reared back and kicked him in the shin. “I’m getting out of here. You have no right to keep me here. Do you know who I am?’

The fallen angel didn’t seem too phased by her assault. “I know exactly who you are. I have no idea why, and frankly how we are keeping a Greek goddess here. But I don’t ask questions. I just work here. There are powers that be who have reasons for their actions.”

He nearly lifted her off her feet and hauled her the few feet she had traveled back to her cell. She expected to hit the wood bed with a force that would crack it. Instead, Michael was gentle as he nudged her inside. 

He stared at her, holding the prison door open but filling the doorframe with his body. 

She could make another run for it. There was a small space to squeeze through. She had to get back to her family. She had to figure out who these people were and what they wanted with her family. 

Instead, she froze in place and returned his gaze. Her heart pounded in her chest. No man had ever had this kind of effect on her, not since Orion. However, then again, he wasn’t a man, was he? 

“Belphegor,” Michael addressed.

The rotund guard nearly fell off his stool as he scrambled to his feet. “What?”

“Typhon is looking for you. I’ll stay here and watch her.”

Belphegor shuffled from the dimly lit room, muttering as he went. “You obviously want to do more than watch her. Even I can see that.”

Tuesday Tales - Run

 

Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week we are with the Gods of DC and the word prompt is “run”.

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Artemis glanced around her cell. Nope, nothing. Her next option was to frisk herself down to search for something, anything that she could use as a tool.

Her hand stopped when she hit her belt buckle. It was more ornamental than functional. However, it was the only thing she had that might do the job.

Flicking the buckle apart with one finger, she whipped the leather through the loops of her jeans. It was going to be a challenge to toss the piece of metal in the right place to catch and drag the keys to her.

She dropped to her knees. Focusing on her target, she lobbed the end of the belt towards the keys.

A growl slipped from her lips as she missed. She tugged it back for another attempt. This time, the prong slipped behind the ring.

Bingo.

The clash of metal on metal rustled the guard from his sleep. He cracked an eye open but it quickly shut again. She shuffled and let out a loud snore.

Artemis held her breath until she thought she would choke. She let it out in a long sigh then lowered her chest to the stone floor. Slowly she reeled in the keys. It felt like it took an eternity, and she knew from experience how long that was. She was a goddess and had lived that long.

She scooped up her prize and then scrambled to her feet. Her hands trembled as she fumbled with the lock.

The guard nearly fell off his chair as the door swung open. Artemis gave him a shove as she sprinted past. The more distance she could put between her and her captors, the better.

Her escape was cut short when she collided with a hard, muscular body. A large hand gripped her bicep so hard it hurt.

“Where do you plan to run off to?” a voice boomed above her.