Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

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    Author bio: Embry Carlysle can't remember a time when she didn't want to be a writer, from her first story about an elephant and his tennis shoes to the her current WIP's it has been a dream of hers to let the characters that live inside her head out to play. Her first love is paranormal, her second; men who love men. What could be better than that? Well writing an m/m paranormal story of course!
    In her real life she lives in the south with her two teenage children and an assortment of furry friends.
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MY LORD’S JUDGMENT
    by Taylor Law

    One last prayer before my wings are taken away, before they strip me of my rank. Dishonored, vanished, with nowhere to go but the mortal realm. Naked, with just a knife to defend myself.
    ~ Gabbo

    genre: paranormal
    tags: action/adventure; angels; demons; first time; hero help; explicit
    word count: 21,333
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    MY LORD’S JUDGMENT
    by Taylor Law
    CHAPTER 1
    Kneeling with his head bowed to his chest, in the most submissive position he could possibly form, Samael pleaded once more for mercy. He had tried to contact his Lord numerous times since the Judgment, but to no avail. Minutes upon hours, he prayed, hoping against hope that once again Yahweh would come to his aid.
    "Please!" he cried out, his heart breaking. "This is wrong. I didn't do this, My Lord."
    No answer. Not even an acknowledgement.
    God had never refused to answer him before. Between his dread of what was to come, anger at his situation, and his position, his limbs had started to tremble.
    He really wasn't surprised. It had been coming for centuries, and the day he feared had finally arrived.
    He had known there were a great many that were jealous of his position. As the chief ruler of the Fifth Heaven, and one of the seven regents of the world, served by two million angels, he was one of the most powerful archangels ever. If that wasn't enough, he had two other gifts that many coveted. He could speak to his Lord in His presence and survive it, and he had control over life.
    He was The Angel of Death after all.
    They'd attempted to cause his exile numerous times. Finally, they had succeeded.
    "Lord God, save me," he whispered, feeling tears of frustration build behind his eyelids.
    He tried so hard to keep his bitterness at bay, but one thought kept forming above the rest. Gadreel and his cronies had won. Consistently harassing him was not enough. They'd wanted him gone.
    And that had been his pronounced punishment.
    Samael had been accused of many things over the millennia. Of tempting Eve in the form of a serpent, of seducing and bedding her to create Cain, but he had done neither of those things. "Gadreel" he growled.
    He'd seen through that trial, barely escaping with the skin on his back. So relieved he was, when his Lord had taken his side. God knew the hearts of His people. He knew the truth.
    Why did He not see now?
    His friend, his Father, his Creator, had abandoned him to his fate.
    Over the centuries, Gadreel had made sure to implicate him as the cause of different atrocities, but this one finally did it. Taking advantage of the gift of life and death was not something to be trifled with. Even the lowest of angels knew that. Samael would never, but somehow, some way, Gadreel had made it seem like he had. Now everything he knew, everything he'd been created for, was being taken from him.
    Why was the demon spawn still in Heaven? Everyone knew the truth about him. That he was a spy for the fallen. That Gadreel, in fact, had committed most of the allegations of trouble, which Samael had dealt with. Why then, wasn't that foul creature the one to be banished? Why was that germ allowed to continue with his treachery?
    He just didn't know.
    His legs were numb from the hours spent kneeling in prayer, but that didn't even register over the ache in his chest. The pain shooting through him felt like the hot blade of a sword, covered in flames. He felt betrayed by someone he loved above all others, and he couldn't understand why.
    There was nothing he could do. No way to prove his innocence in this cell, and especially once the judgment was carried out. He was helpless, and that's not something a warrior of his status was accustomed to.
    He did not like it one bit.
    Sam wanted to act, to fight, to do… something, on his own behalf. His honor was being trashed, his loyalty tarnished, and he could not stop it.
    He