Status Updates From Igni Ferroque (Tennebrose #2)

“Then stop talking and start worshipping.”
“Do you like that, lover?”
I wrapped a hand around his silver hair and jerked his head backward, thrusting my hips into him hard enough to make him gasp. “And if I hold you by the wings and fuck you senseless? Because that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

Excuse me, Phelan😳 I wasn’t aware of your game🙃🥵🥵🥵🥵

“Remiel?”
“Hello, lover,” the angel said. As soon as I was within arm’s reach, he grabbed me around the waist and yanked me against his chest, crushing his mouth to mine.
“Mors ad caelos,” he said softly, pressing his forehead to mine.
He took my hand and lifted it between us before kissing each knuckle slowly.

Remiel is sooo gone for his Phelan🥹🩶

The realization hit me so hard it nearly broke me.
Love. Love, the only way a demon knew how.
“Ubi amor, ibi dolor,” Remiel said as tears crested my cheeks. Where there’s love, there’s pain. “It’s a lesson God teaches us all. You, of all people, should know that, lamb.” He brushed the salty droplets away with his thumb, offering me a small, sad smile before he turned and headed toward Beliar 😭💔

“Still, as I was swept away from the battlefield to my own personal prison in the deepest pits of Hell, I could hear Phelan’s voice over my own tormented screams. Maybe that was as close to Heaven as I’d ever be again. To have been loved by him, against all odds.”

😩😢🥺🥹😭💔

“You’re so strong,” I whispered, my nose brushing his, his breath warm on my face. “You’ve survived so much already. You’ll survive this, too.”
“I don’t want to survive. I want to live. With you. Please.” he peppered me with desperate kisses, anywhere he could. My face, my throat, my lips.
Pressing my lips to his, I tried to kiss away the sadness and the saltiness of his tears. 😩💔😭

“In the blink of an eye, I gave up everything—for you! Because for reasons I will never understand, I somehow mean more to you than I do to any of them. Stupid lamb or not, I trust you, Remiel, not them. And now I’ll find the ring and kill Hazael once and for all. For you. You ungrateful, self-centered, psychotic asshole!”

Just Phelan’s way of saying he cares for Remiel🤣😂

“And I’m not negotiating. You have three seconds to let him go. Or I’ll burn what’s left of this barn to the fucking ground with everyone inside of it.”
“You would murder innocent people to free this monster? After everything you’ve been taught?!” Hester yelled.
I met her glare with one of my own. “Absolutely.“

Phelan attacking his own people for Remiel😩🫠

“You’re mine,” he whispered against my lips.
“I’m yours,” I reassured him, pressing kisses to his face and down the side of his neck to his shoulder. “I’ll always be yours.”
He wrapped his arms around me tighter, holding me.
I smiled to myself, nuzzling the curve of his shoulder.
His wings shifted and stretched, wrapping around us.

Not them being so adorable together😩🥺🥹🫠

“Even in sleep, he laid his hand on my wing and ran his fingers along the edge of the feathers. At this point, I didn’t think the gesture was meant to soothe me in the slightest—I think it was solely to comfort himself.
Either way, I craved the feeling. I craved him. Everything about him.”

The Prince of Hell down bad for his Necromancer🤭🫠

“No,” I said softly, pressing my forehead to his and cocooning us in my wings.
“Why not? Because you want to see me suffer? Is that it?”
“No.”
“Then why won’t you let me go?”
“Because you’re mine. You’re not your mother’s son or Beliar’s scion or some Necromancer at the beck and call of your Congregation. You, Phelan Oliver, are mine. Until the end of days.”

😩😩🥺🥺🥹🫠

“Then why haven’t you given me the sight?” I arched an eyebrow at him.
“You have no need of it,” he replied blithely.
“Why is that?”
“Because I’m not letting you out of mine.”

Swoooooon😩🥹🫠🫠🫠🫠

“I guess I didn’t think you’d actually hurt me.”
“So much trust for someone who says they hate me.”
“I do hate you,” I said, even though my words lacked any venom.
“As much as I hate you, I imagine,” he murmured, kissing the side of my neck.

Can they be any fucking cuter😩🥹🫠

“Yes, here. Here in front of God and all the fucking angels, so everyone and everything in this universe knows you are mine once and for all.”

Remiel showing his possessiveness of Phelan on the altar of the church🤭🙃🥵🫠🥵🫠🥵🫠

“You killed a priest.”
“I’ve killed many priests.”
“Why?”
“Because I can.”
“He was only trying to help me. He didn’t deserve to die.”
“He was trying to take you away from me, so yes, he did deserve to die.” Remiel siezed me by the throat and jerked me forward. “You belong to me, body and soul, until fire rains down from the sky. No power in Heaven or Hell will change that.” 🫠

Remiel being a softie for Phelan😩🥺🥹🫠

“Closing the distance, I cupped his cheek, smiling softly when he leaned into my hand.
I unfolded one wing and curled it around to the front. Stroking his cheek delicately, I waited until he pivoted, forcing himself to meet my gaze.
He was utterly beautiful in his sorrow. But in his quiet, seething rage? He was absolutely divine.”

curling myself around him and draping a wing over us. He sighed softly, folding his arm on top of the one I had wrapped around his waist. I caressed his flushed cheek before laying my hand over his heart, enamored with the steady rhythm as it slowed, along with his breathing.
“So fucking perfect,” I whispered to myself once he was asleep. “And you’re all mine. Forever”

I’m so obsessed with them😩🥺

‘As much as I wanted to fuck him, I also wanted to lavish as much attention on him as I could, worshipping him from head to toe. My Phelan. My Necromancer. A treasure that only I was allowed to admire, to touch, to find pleasure in. No one else.’

The way Remiel is obsessed and possessive of Phelan😩🥵🥵🥵🫠❤️‍🔥

“Hazael was right about one thing—I won’t always be around to watch you,” he said at last. “So don’t do anything stupid with all of that new information rolling around in your head.”
“Heaven forbid something happens to your precious little lamb,” I said, folding my arms over my chest. “Whatever will you do with your days?”
“I’d make Armageddon look like a fucking picnic.”

Remiel🥵🫠