Disclaimer: I do not own any of TDI or TDA's characters. I only own the idea of the story.
Author's Note: Oh, hi there. Fluffy here. And if anyone reading this has also read a story I set up for either Naruto or Pet Shop of Horrors, and is wondering why I'm not working on updating them right now—I'm so very sorry! Starting new stories is just a habit of mine. Don't worry; I'll still update my other stories.
Now, this story's setting has nothing to do with the reality-game-show thing. I changed some of the characters' personalities a bit, and made the story a tad serious. Yeah, I wanted to write a story that was like an angel-demon kinda thing, so…
Well, anyway, please enjoy the story!
Chapter One
"It's too damn hot down here!"
A fair-skinned young woman complained, rapidly fanning herself with a black fan completely made out of raven feathers. It didn't help.
The girl sitting next to her groaned, and fell back onto the warm rocky surface behind her. Tiny, pointed stones dug into her bare, dark-skinned back; she didn't really care. At least it took care of the nagging itch on the small of her back.
She rested her arm over her eyes, and sighed. "It's summer right now, Heather. Of course it'd be 'too damn hot'." Courtney's arm went limp, and dropped down by her side, falling hard on the dry dirt.
It was that time of the year, and both her body and mind was much, much weaker than usual. The small pebbles on the ground scratched tiny holes into the skin of her hand, causing a cold, black liquid to ooze out of the wounds.
Again, she didn't care.
Heather's amber eyes narrowed. She reached down toward the older demon, only to have her hand—weakly—slapped away. "What the hell is the matter with you?! Why are you being such a bitch, when I'm just worried about you?!" Heather shrieked.
Courtney gave her charge a small, pained, slightly-fanged grin. "I haven't taught you enough, eh? Concern is only for the weak." Her light tone indicated that she was kidding. Heather didn't seem to get the joke.
Heather scowled. "Oh, yeah? Well I'm not the one losing all her powers because of some desperate human boy."
A hoarse laugh slipped out of Courtney's dark lips. "I'm not losing anything, Heather. I only lent my powers to that human…I still retained enough power to keep my body from practically disintegrating…"
"Then why are you so weak right now?"
Courtney smirked. "You haven't been studying, have you, underling?"
Before Heather could retort, a shadow passed over the two of them. Dressed in all black, as they all were, a pale, blonde girl stood over them, smiling softly.
"Here," She said. Bridgett tossed a medium-sized white scroll into Courtney's lap. Almost immediately, Courtney felt all of her power and strength return to her body—like rush of warm liquid flowing through her almost-frozen veins. She sighed in content.
Courtney stood up, and stretched. Her black, velvet clothes rustled with her movement. She gave the blonde demon a smirk—the closest thing she had to a genuine smile.
"I see you successfully attained the human's soul." She gave the younger demons a nod of acknowledgement, which was her way of saying 'nice work'.
She turned her back on her two underlings, and disappeared into a cloud of black smoke. Courtney never waited for them to catch up—ever.
Heather and Bridgett glared at each other for a second, before following their boss into the deepest depths of the Underworld, aka: home.
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The weather was nice: not too cold, and not too hot. Just…perfect. Like it always was.
The sky was bright and blue. And the sun was always shining.
Everything he'd dreamed of was here, and much more as well. It was the epitome of perfection. It was much, much gentler and kinder than life on earth. Everyone got along here, and everyone knew each other pretty well.
It was more than he thought he deserved.
But most of all…it was boring.
Duncan crashed back down onto his plushy, almost-too-soft bed, and glared at his bright white ceiling. White. Ugh, the color almost made him sick. Almost. White was the big man's color. His divine and utterly powerful boss' favorite color. Therefore, he couldn't really bring himself to fully hate the color.
Duncan gave a loud, battle yell and threw his pillow all the way across the room, at the door. The moment the pillow collided with the hard, bright white wall, feathers immediately burst out of it.
"Damn weak pillows," He muttered, feeling a bit more than frustrated. The sheer boredom was definitely getting to him.
Though he was an Angel, Guardian, Messenger of the Heavens, etc., that definitely didn't mean he couldn't feel emotions other than love, happiness, and joy. Pssh. Yeah, right.
Duncan frowned. Stupid, disgusting human stereotype. Yeah, if Angels could only feel love, happiness, and joy, than Duncan would definitely fall under the category of Demon, instead.
His frown deepened. But things weren't always what they seemed. Angels and Demons weren't determined by their personality. They were determined by their deepest, truest self. The self that they hid away from the rest of the world.
He let out a slightly animalistic growl. That meant he was just a big, nice softie on the inside, eh? The thought deflated a part of his (rather large) ego.
Duncan jumped up off the bed, and onto his feet. "I need some fresh air," He said to himself. And by 'fresh air' he meant, a walk down in the human world, where he wouldn't be bothered by any of the other Angels, or those pesky, arrogant Archangels.
So without another word, he strode across the room, threw the door open, and exited, slamming the door behind him.
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Courtney waited in her boss' office, alone; holding the scroll Bridgett gave her in her shaking, right hand. She was anxious—an emotion she only ever felt when she was in here. The presence of the Lord of All That is Evil did that to all demons, including Angels and Archangels.
Bridgett and Heather had insisted on coming with her, in order to meet him, but Courtney shook her head, and gave them a firm 'no'. They were only underlings. They wouldn't be able to take it. Even his mere presence would overwhelm their weak bodies, and ultimately kill them.
And even she would admit that losing a pair of demons with such potential and drive would be such a waste. The sound of the door opening, and closing brought her out of her musings.
The feeling of such a powerful, dark presence almost knocked the breath out of her. She stood up from her chair, and gave a low bow.
"My Lord," She said. "I brought back the soul of the man you had requested."
The man in front of her laughed a loud, dramatic laugh. "Thank you very much, Courtney." He told her. He took three long strides toward her, and took the scroll out of her hands.
"Very nice." He said more to himself than to her.
She nodded and took his obvious look of absorption in the scroll as an 'okay' for her to take her leave. She silently walked to the back of the room, and slipped out the door.
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The human world was loud and chaotic and…and dangerous. Duncan felt more at home down there than up in Heaven.
Duncan slinked through the crowds of people, hands in his pockets, unnoticed. He smirked. This was much more like it. He felt comfortable and free down here, where it was okay to commit crimes and make mistakes. This was where you could really let loose.
His smirk was suddenly replaced by his usual frown. But of course, he wasn't allowed to let loose. He was compelled to follow all the laws of both the human world and Heaven.
Duncan may talk big and act like a delinquent most of the time, but that was all it was. A big act. He really couldn't do anything that was against any law, which automatically meant he really couldn't do anything he wanted to do.
He shook his head. The whole point of this walk was for me to cool off. Thinking about all this isn't going to help you, buddy.
So, he tried as best as he could to stop thinking about it. With no luck whatsoever.
He couldn't do anything he wanted to do. He couldn't go into a strip club because it was 'adultery'. He couldn't go beat up some random punks, because, well the reason why he possibly couldn't do that was quite clear. He was an angel.
And he definitely couldn't visit his family, since he'd died more than a few years ago, and he didn't want his family to think he was coming back from the dead. Obviously that would create some problems.
It was then that something hit him, and brought him back to cruel reality.
It was a heavy, dark presence. Is it a ghost? He asked himself. Then, his eyes locked onto a woman, clad in all black. Her hair came down to the tops of her shoulders, and was a dark shade of brown, reminding him vaguely of chocolate.
She stood above the dozens of people below, on top of a building overlooking the people below. Her long, flowing black costume blew in the wind, and yet people came and went as if nothing was there.
He looked up at the woman, marveling at the serene beauty of her face, and the graceful lines of her figure. Yet, what really caught him was the emptiness in her eyes, and the sadness in her face. It was the expression of someone who had completely broken over the years—someone who had gotten lost along the way.
No, Duncan thought, answering his own question.
It's a demon.
End of Chapter One
A/N: Yeah, I decided making Courtney the Demon and Duncan the Angel would shake things up a little. Was I right? Did you guys love it? Hate it? A little bit interested? Please review!!!