The Romanoff Method
577 Words
Marisol was practicing when she felt his aura. Swinging a leg out into his body, Gabriel deflected the hit as Marisol twirled her blade in her hand and swung out. Aiming for his head, Gabriel seemed to float back as she landed on her feet.
“Such a warm greeting, so early in the morning.” Marisol ignored the jib as the chipper bastard kept invading and ducking her attempts to hit him. “Fight back you sorry bastard!” And as she tried her best to kill him, he annoyingly kept deflecting and hit her in the gut hard.
Crashing against a tree struggling to breathe, Gabriel rushed to her hating his ignorance. “I am so sorry *mio angelo (*my angel.)” He simpered trying to comfort her. But Marisol moved fast and stumbled back, “I made it perfectly clear the next time I saw you I’d kill you. I’m making good of my word Gabriel Ramírez.”
Before Marisol could try to hit him again, Gabriel held up his hand and she was immobilized. Her body couldn’t move and she freaked as he shushed her, “Oh no baby, I’d never harm you. And honestly, I was hoping we’d have our little rendezvous some other time.”
Marisol felt odd as she gasped out thickly, “Then why the f**k are you here!?” Gabriel’s pressure seemed to increase at her tone and she couldn’t hold in the whimper of pain. The hell creature didn’t soften liking her pain from his abuse as he wanted to put more pressure on the weak little girl.
But another part of him reminded him what she was for.
His crown. His legacy. His power. His future heir.
Speaking of which…
“A thing of mine has runaway and I was wondering if you may have seen him?” Marisol’s confusion felt genuine to him as she asked confused, “Thing?” Smirking realizing, he must have come to the wrong witch hiding his bastard, Gabriel shrugged a little, “Never mind. I guess I’ll find it myself.”
Marisol twitched a little as he put more pressure on her, “And after I do, I’ll come for you too. And then we’ll do The Passage of Nines. Whether you’re willing or not.” And then he was gone in a cloud of smoke. And as he vanquished, the glamour faded, and Lorenzo fell in the snow tired.
It had been deduced they didn't know enough about Gabriel Rameriez or what he wanted sans to mate Marisol for power. To get more information and into his head, Brianna had let the ward slacken to allow him entrance.
And like predicted he'd come looking for her. Only for it not to be her, but Lorenzo wearing a spell instead.
Brianna and Marisol rushed to him as he panted out, “Did you hear what he said?” Marisol nodded shaking a little as she used snow to heal Lorenzo of his father’s magic.
It was leaving a dark stain on him and she couldn’t let it conquer the light that shines within. The goodness that kept young Lorenzo from being his creator.
“Yes…but what the hell is The Passage of Nines?”
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