Deirdre stepped back from Wrath and moved towards her bathrobe. Wrath frowned as she concealed her body with the oversized robe. "That is probably best."
Deirdre stayed across the room crossing her arms over her chest, "I could not stop you if I wanted to."
"If?" Wrath's eyebrow arched in curiosity, but then he banished those thoughts from his mind, "I owe you an apology. I was weak last night, my lust over took me when I am normally more disciplined than that."
"Why?" Deirdre started.
"You are incredibly enticing to me."
"Oh," Deirdre began to blush, "No, I meant why were you even in my apartment? Why would an assassin be sent to kill me?"
"That was a serious mistake that I intend to rectify. The man, who made the request for your death, somehow falsified his memories. He portrayed you as his cheating wife. The justice daemon approved his request based on his false memories."
"I am not married, I was a vir..."
"I know. I saw your rune of innocence; that is why I did not kill you."
Deirdre's chest heaved in exasperation, her heart was beating fast. "But you took me despite it?" She very nearly shouted, her anger overtaking her fear.
"I intend to try to make it right."
"You cannot make that right! I have a fiancé! He might not even want me anymore!" Deirdre took a step forward, shouting at him.
Wrath growled to himself which caused Deirdre to step back. He kept his words from spewing out at her and stood thinking to himself. He could not deny when his master told him he may have a wife, Wrath was not displeased. He anger was barely controllable when he saw the two men at the pool put their hands on her. He had materialized behind them and it was all he could do to not take their heads immediately. He caught himself before he did, reminding himself she was still between them. "If he is worthy he will understand." Wrath finally said softly.
Deirdre faltered, she did not know if Donovan would still love her and that scared her. "You said you would make it right? How?"
"I will find the man who falsified his memories and I will kill him." At this Wrath pulled his sword out of its sheath on his back. He holds it out for Deirdre to inspect. "My sword is strengthened by the evil inside the hearts of the men I kill. If I should ever kill a guiltless person my sword would disintegrate in the innocent blood." He re-sheathed his sword.
"Is that why you didn't kill me? Your sword?"
"I am not an evil daemon, Deirdre. I have killed many men, and women too. But never a soul was taken that was not approved for death by the justice daemon, and as you well know they judge on behalf of the gods. I have never enjoyed my job, if I enjoyed what I do, I would be no better than those I kill."
"What am I to say to my fiancé? I doubt he would find it easy to believe that an assassin daemon took me."
"Why is that hard to believe? I suppose why an assassin would have crossed your path is difficult, but you sell yourself short. I did not speak lightly when I said I am usually better disciplined. Your beauty and purity is beyond anything I have seen for a long time. It is not hard for me to believe that a daemon would try to have you. I, again, am sorry for what I did."
Deirdre was now blushing uncontrollably now and was letting loose her bathrobe. She studied the daemon's chiseled body. He wore tight fitting black pants and a button up shirt but only the bottom two buttons were actually buttoned. A shield rune was tattooed over his heart and a little hair was scattered across his chest. The hair that enticed her the most was the hair that led downwards from his navel and disappeared into his pants. She did not need to see his arms to know that he was well muscled under his sleeves. His rough beard and wild longer hair added to his sinister demeanor.
"You know my name but I do not know yours," Deirdre finally responded.
"My name is a complicated thing. It is a very special honor to know a daemon's true name. Those who know me call me Wrath. That is likely all anyone will ever know as a name for me."
"Wrath? Fitting I suppose."
Wrath nodded, "You should get dressed. I am taking you to see my master"
"Wait, why? You mean on another plane of existence? Can I even go there?" Deirdre had never heard of mortals visiting the other planes.
"Yes you can, as long as you are with me. I cannot babysit you and save you from every degenerate man you come across. We need a solution to keep you safe."
"What would you suggest?" Deirdre asked with a slight degree of hope, which surprised her.
Wrath was a little taken aback by the way she asked him, he did not dare tell her what he thought, "That is up to my master. Take my hand." Deirdre took Wrath's hand and before she could blink she was standing in a large stone building. Wrath looked down at her staring doe-eyed at the other daemon standing around in the hallways talking and going about business. "This way," he said gruffly and let go of her hand.
"Are all daemon women so lovely to look at?" Deirdre asked following after Wrath.
He turned and saw the daemon women she was admiring. "Would you believe me if I said they are rather average for an immortal?"
"Average?" Deirdre's heart sank a little. A daemon woman who was beautiful by mortal standards but average by immortal standards meant a mere mortal was plain. She still had conflicted emotions about Wrath. The thought of him fucking her again, on more consensual terms, made her pussy wet but she also felt shame about desiring him before Donovan. The daemon women made her self-conscious, Donovan made her feel self-conscious. Deirdre looked at the floor and did not look up until Wrath stopped in front of a particular door.
