Curse My Name

“it does, my brother.” He said in a low but comforting purr. He dropped his chin onto his brothers neck and gave a slow sigh as the last of his anger faded. He could still scent the faint scent of the heathen on his brother’s fur, yet it was mingled with another scent and noticeably female. His eyes closed slowly; Gabriel had mentioned the vile creature had spawned hadn’t he?

“Let us leave this place and travel south where the weather is fair. Leave Lucifer’s brood behind and together we will carry out our mission to save this world and spread our Father’s glory.” He spoke softly against his brother’s fur, knowing that it would take more than a few sweet words to sway his brother from abandoning the whelps The Lord of Flies had dropped on him. He was prepared to wait and coax him as much as he could until he was ready to carry on his new life with a new purpose.

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