He'd been Damian's most trusted executioner for thousands of years.
He'd served as Damian's executioner for thousands of years, a position he found fitting for his general dislike of the human capacity for evil.
He couldn't help feeling thrilled at the prospect of Damian's son.
I have to, because Damian's going to be gone for another week and a half, and then a lot of bad stuff is about to happen, but whatever.
We all thought she was your sister, not Damian's wife, and I had no idea she was an Oracle until this morning, when she told me to evac the motor pool.
Speck shifted away from him, a response Dusty was accustomed to after thousands of years as Damian's lead executioner.
The shell of a man before him was too weak to ever measure up to Damian's noble brother.
Damian's mother, an Oracle as crazy as she was powerful, told her son about the slave child with blue eyes who'd one day change the path of fate.
"Damian's assassin," Czerno purred.
"Damian's gonna be so pissed," Darian said to no one in particular.
The phone beeped, and Dusty glanced at it, not surprised to see his other brother and Damian's commander of the eastern hemisphere, Jule, on the other line.
Damian's silver-white hair was braided down his back, his thick body causing him to sink two inches into the mud.
Jule would remember the last Black God's transition, but Czerno had been the Black God since long before Damian's birth.
Damian's just figuring that out.
"Good to see you, Darian," Jule said, genuinely happy to see Damian's brother alive.
The voice of Damian's mate, Sofi, was a whisper in his mind.
The vamp standing beside Jonny was as big as any of Damian's Guardians, with eyes that glowed red.
The man in the corner was tall with eyes that swirled gold like Damian's had.
I mean, I might be able to seal the breach I made, if it doesn't get bigger and I can borrow Damian's power.
Another thought crossed Damian's mind, one that told him his little Oracle must've known who Jonny would've chosen to send him in exchange for Jenn.
Another memory emerged, one that reminded him that long ago, he'd been assigned to ease Damian's transition to the White God, which was how he met Cassandra, a human, in the mortal realm.
If what you say is true, and I am an Original Being, I would've been released to ensure Damian's transition to the White God went over smoothly.
Jule Transported himself back to Damian's headquarters.
If not for Yully's fading energy, Jule would've stayed to make sure Damian's version of chat resembled his and not Dusty's, who was more likely to shoot first and discuss later.
Damian's headquarters is in Texas for now.
Sofi is Damian's mate.
Han's brother Laney, one of Damian's oldest Guardians and the station chief for NOVA sector, leaned in the doorway to the main house with a smile.
Century-long wars had been fought in Damian's father's time over who claimed a discovered Oracle, no matter how competent the Oracle turned out.
No one could find Damian's HQ unless they were on the guest list, or one of his Guardians revealed its location.
The men were dispersing, and her heart leapt when she saw Damian's gaze riveted to her window.
By the look on Damian's face, he wasn't happy.
She turned, startled to find the man in front her of the same make and mold as Damian's men.
Damian's not gonna sit around for this one.
Jilian met Damian's sword with his own, barking orders to his vamps.
The screams stopped, and Damian's heart quickened.
Damian's in his room.
A sense of dread filled her as she approached Damian's room.
Han was as big as the man before her, and if he feared him … Damian's gaze swept over her.
Damian's words swirled through her thoughts, along with the scent of his blood.
They were always worse at night, when Damian's draw was overwhelming.
Damian's voice was soft.
Damian's rules for Oracles returned to her.