Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos
381. Mose/Demon - Fight I

As a demon and Outcast, I never dreamed of children or a mate. Not like vessels do, at least. For those like me, a bonded is the only way to be redeemed of what happened eons ago. However, life is unpredictable, and I experience love like any

man does. More than that, I know the joy of being a father, even if my child is yet to be born.

I kept my distance from Olivia until now because of how much my actions have hurt her, but this led to Mose contacting his parents and revealing the truth about Ansel. Knowing what he truly is made me think of a plan for how to take down Azael. My twin is still my main target because, in my eyes, he is even more dangerous than Ophyr. He tried to break Olivia by making her life a living hell. Since he knows who she really is, he will do everything he can to get his hands on her and use her powers for his own benefit. That will never happen because I'll never Azael get close to Olivia ever again.

To save Ansel from Asa, Olivia came up with a stupid plan. Mose was to drag Ansel out while Olivia distracted Asa. I knew it would end badly, and while I wanted to say stop her, her words still reverberated through me.

I wish Mose, the real Mose, would return. He would have never done something like this to me.

I should have forced Mose to stop her before she got hurt or let me do it, even if she ended up hating me for eternity. Mose let me take over the moment Asa stabbed Olivia, but it might be already too late. My divine power can heal but can't bring back the dead.

My roar makes the entire house tremble.

If anything happens to Olivia or my child, I will make sure Ophyr and the Nephilims will never hurt anyone else before following Olivia in the next life.

I clash with Asa before he can stab Olivia again, pinning his body against the wall. Not having my exalted body puts me at a disadvantage, but I can learn how strong Nephilims are. Being created from a demon and an angel, Asa is stronger than Azael. But, like all beings, he must have a weakness, and I won't rest until I find out what it is.

Olivia's body continues to glow as she lies on the floor, blood oozing from her wounds. I need to heal her soon.

Tyson and Jasper reach us, helping me with Asa.

It's the first time someone fights by my side. When I was living in Hell, all the tasks given by Lucifer, I did alone. Divided, we won't achieve anything, only united we will defeat our enemies.

My fingernails turn to claws and I bury them deep into his chest. Maybe if I yank out his heart, he will die. Asa looks at me like I'm just a mere fly. I should be careful of surprise attacks.

Jasper grabs the hand in which Asa has the sword and smashes it against the wall until Asa releases the weapon. Tyson quickly grabs the sword from the floor. Fear flashes in Asa's eyes. It vanishes quickly, almost doubting me of what I saw, but I learned long ago to trust my instinct.

My claws keep digging, pulling apart bones, the cracking sound of them snapping under my fingers reminds me of the day when I prevented Azael from fleeing.

Asa is not trying to stop me from clawing out his heart. Removing it won't kill him. Interesting. Maybe I should revoke his head and burn it. That usually solves problems. I keep clawing his chest, wanting first to dispose of his heart before I go for his head. Some beings are killed only if several parts of the body are moved.

When I reach inside his chest cavity, I find no heart.

Amused by my findings or lack thereof, Asa says, "Ophyr removed the hearts of all Nephilims, leaving them incapable of having any type of feelings."

I wonder if they feel pain because if my claws embedded deep in his chest cause Asa any pain, he has yet to show it.

Asa frees his arms from Tyson and Jasper, grabs my wrists, and tries to yank my hands away from him, but the adrenaline pumping through my veins, making me strong enough to oppose him.

"Sword," I snarl.

Blowing up his brains is also an option but handguns are messier than knives or swords. Besides, the sword has always been my weapon on choice, while Azael prefered the spear.

Tyson gives me the blade and I put the sharp edge against Asa's neck. He tries to keep his expression neutral, but his eyes betray him. He isn't scared of losing his head. Something is not right here, and if I don't find out what it is soon, Asa will win his fight. And that's something I can't allow to happen.

"Go ahead," Asa says. "It's been a while since someone tried to remove my head."

I push the sharp blade into Asa's neck but no matter how much I cut, the head refuses to come off. Asa looks at me with boredom.

Ansel's weak voice comes from the hallway. "If you want to chop off his head, you need to remove his liver first."

Before Ansel can finish, my hand is already pulling out Asa's liver. A bewildered expression appears on his face. I shove the liver in my mouth and chew it as fast as I can before spitting it all over Asa's face.

"Fuck. You." I pronounce the two words as clearly as I can as the metal bites into Asa's skin. Moments later, his head rolls across the floor. His body slumps forward and I step away from it. His left leg is almost cut off, blood still coming out of it, explaining why Asa put little to no resistance. All the blood loss left him weak.