Chapter 21 Sydney
The guys were looking at me like I’d just turned into the demon equivalent of a unicorn and I was standing there in all my magnificence getting glitter on the rug. Shit, were unicorns real? Wrathhog was just rolling her eyes.
“So, Dad broke a major Hell taboo teaching his kids that fighting style. The other princes didn’t teach their kids because they were worried they would use it to overthrow them.
They could have just been decent parents.
It’s going to twist some panties I’m teaching you, but they will lose their fucking minds if they know I’m teaching them. ”
“What’s so important about this training style? There are different styles of martial arts depending on what country they come from and those martial arts have different styles, too. Why is it such a big secret?” I asked.
“Angels are damned near indestructible and hard to kill. They are also insanely fast. If you’re an angel fighting another angel, you’d only be able to fight off one and you might take so many injuries, you lost, too.
There are ways to disable an angel with pressure points that give you better odds.
It all depends on who can trigger one first.
“Obviously, they don’t want that information getting out.
They’ve all grown into power hungry, bitter ancients.
They aren’t at the point they would use it against each other, even though they can’t stand each other anymore, because there’s not that many of them and they don’t know if the other angels would come for them again. ”
“Wouldn’t the smarter thing be teaching their kids, too, so they can help?” I asked.
“You’d think that, but being divinely created doesn’t make them smart or good people.”
“Do these pressure points work on you and Sydney since you’re half angel?” Celix asked.
“Just the one between the wings when they are out, but Sydney doesn’t have to worry with that just yet.”
Which was actually a mind fuck I hadn’t had time to process yet, but moving on.
“When do we start?” I asked.
Because honestly, I had no intention of getting killed by an ancient celestial chicken just for being born.
Like, fuck being the heir to Hell and the shitty laws here, I just wasn’t dying like that.
I had plans to find three roommates and eat a lot of cheesecake when I became a senior citizen.
Obviously, that plan was a little fucked since I was, apparently, immortal now, but in theory, I could have my Golden Girls experience in a few thousand years.
“After you eat. This is a whole new world. You need more calories once your magic comes in, but you need even more now that it’s trying to.”
“Hold up, are you saying I’ve got a free pass to eat what I want?”
“You’ll want to lay off once your wings come in, but isn’t it awesome?” Wrathhog said, holding out her fist.
I bumped it because best thing ever. Having a butler was still weird, but he poked his head in to tell us lunch was ready. We got off to follow, but he had to scurry off because someone was knocking at the front door.
Who was trip-trapping on my bridge when everyone I knew and liked in Hell was currently in this house?