Stepping Into An Angel's World

By: DMGirl4Ever

Seraphina, a young writer famous for her inspiring work on the secrets of demons and angels and the tales she can tell of them, is traumatized, tormented, and inspired by her painful upbringing in the earlier years of her life as an outcast. Her publicist, Colin, tries to drag her out of her work and show her the goodness in life, but his intentions are twisted as something Seraphina could never think to happen did; She fell for the kind of guy she could only write about, the one with "the dark eyes that contrasted his bright earthly body." She soon learns that this boy may not be what he seems as on the surface, for when his disguise starts to crack, she is one to note that.

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Chapter 1: Who I Am

Being yourself in a world like this was something I never would think would be so hard. Sure, lots of people fell face first into the pool of society, drowning in it, and never resurfacing as who they once were. They become different, something they never thought they would be.

I made sure I wouldn't become one of those people, and that I would be different. I didn't want to remove every trace of my former self to please society. I wanted to be known for being myself, not what others wanted me to be.

I was known for my cunning wits, my ability with a pen, and my bright red, flaming hair with matching sky blue eyes. I was the writer of a thousand words, creating more with a pen than anyone my age. My creations each had their own special name, and their own place amongst both my personal style, and my heart.

I signed with the name Seraphina Junia, but to those close to me, I was given the name of Sera. It was explained as meaning "fiery one" and I enjoyed the name, not just because of the meaning. It made me feel like I had friends, for the nickname soon caught on amongst fellow people in my profession, and it made me feel like I was wanted, something I never was before now.

I used to always be the one in the corner, the one wrapped up in a book, the one who always made the good grades, and the one to always end up on the darker side of people.

I never saw the good in people, always the darker sides. Maybe it was how I grew up, in the shadows, trying to stay out of the way of society's trainwreck on people. Maybe it was how I was treated, like an outcast amongst those who knew me. I can still here the whispers.

"It's the book girl." I would here being murmered around me. Where I came from, most people didn't care for books, and I was thoroughly surprised that they even knew what a book was by how they acted.

"I wonder how much of a life she wishes she had." They always acted as if I couldn't hear them, and for some reason, it didn't really hurt as much as you think it would.

After years of torment, years of hatred, I guess I didn't feel anything anymore. Those people around me never cared about me, so I learned not to care about them.

I can hear them now though, now that I'm where I am in the world. Now that I'm one of the most successful young writers out there.

I was never going back to that town though, not back to the place I grew up in hatred. I would rather stick with my imagination and my pen.

Yes my pen.

My pen was my best friend since I was young. If it could talk, it could tell stories of immense creation and fantasy worlds with characters that seemed alive. Sometimes I wish it gave me ideas, and then some days I'd rather stick to mine.

Yeah, maybe I should stick with mine.

Sometimes I reflect on things like this as I'm writing, trying to gain inspiration from it.

It's unbelievable, especially as I set my pen down from working on my next creation, which I decided to title "The Lies Untold." The story seemed to really dance off the pages to me as I wrote it, the characters being some of the most ellaborate I've ever written.

'I wish I could quit the writing.' I thought to myself, running my hands through my fiery hair, examining my latest addition to my new work.

At times it was tough, very tough, to get a new story out, especially one that appeals to today's society. No one wants to think anymore. Everyone wants the answer simple and there and no plot twist, no characters to figure out their deep dark secrets. Just plain and simple.

"You need to read some more of today's writing." My publicist would tell me. "Maybe then you could understand what everyone is interested in and write that, instead of this constant hit and miss and trials and errors."

My publicist was named Colin, and he claimed to be really "in touch" with society and what the public wants. He was known for his dark blue tips in his dark black hair, seeming as if the color had run from the end of his hair, causing the end to be a blue instead of more of a black. He had dark eyes that glowed blue in the light, and sometimes I wonder about him. I wonder if he was really a mortal, or if he was one of my unwritten characters come to life.

"I know what I want to write about, not what society wants." I would tell him. "You can understand it or you can find another author."

That would normally quiet him. I knew for one he stayed because I was successful no matter what he said, only because he said that to try and get me to write more diverse things. Another was because I think after three years of spending time with me, he fell for me, harder than I could ever fall for someone.

He would always be there, to help my write when I'm stuck, and he would always make sure I got the best oppurtunity possible. He was the one shoulder I could lean on, and he seemed to be the one person who didn't want to be dragged down by society like I did.

Maybe one day I could learn to like a person, but after years of hatred from people, that may never happen.

"Knock, knock." I looked up and saw Colin standing in the door, a glass of cold coke in his hand. He had a smile on his face as he walked in, sauntering over to my desk in his black chained jeans and black tank top that showed off his muscles. Colin was always flocked by the girls who came to book signings no matter what he was wearing, but he never seemed to care.

"I was just putting the finishing touches on this chapter." I say and sit back in my chair, straightening the papers I had just written on. I looked over momentarily at my bookshelf, filled with notebooks of my writing, most involving mysteries and paranormal things such as the light beings known as angels, and the dark beings known as demons. Those things always fascinated me, and it was always the easiest for me to write about.

"Well I brought you something to drink." Colin said as he set the cold glass down on the desk, taking the papers as he sat the glass down and flipping through them, occasionally stopping to read a section.

"I stared into the dark eyes of the golden one, he who had lured me into the evil den which blinded me with it's immense light." I smiled as he read the line out to me. I could see my latest character, Eta, staring into the eyes of the demon she had been entranced by, Fenex.

"Sera, I think that may be the best line in this chapter." Colin set the papers back down on the desk and sat in a chair across from me, leaning back against the seat cushion.

"Really?" I say as I put the papers with the rest of the ones for the novel, my face brushing a light scarlet. I was never used to Colin complimenting me, even after all these years. He just seemed too amazing of a guy to compliment someone like me, especially the writing of someone like me.

"Yes. It really highlights the contrast between the darkness of the demons and the angels you for once do not portray in this." Colin said as he smiled, running a hand through his hair which was styled up in gel to the side, and he reminded me of an anime character, except the character had white hair instead of the black and blue that Colin had.

"Would it be wise to portray those demons, or a glimpse of them?" I ask, twirling my pen as I wonder if I should by Colin's words.

"Perhaps not." Colin said, rubbing his chin, thinking about the question that had been placed in front of him. "It may be wiser to leave them out for once. I mean, you already have portrayed Fenex as an angelic character, but have revealed that he has a darker side that Eta has yet to find out about. I would keep it as it is."

"Well then it's settled I won't." I said and pulled out a spare notebook, jotting down some notes.

Colin sighed and got up, leaning forward on the desk, and taking the notebook away from me, putting it on top of the bookshelf.

"You are always so wrapped up in your work, and your schedule is going to become hectic in the next few weeks." He said as he came over to where I was, leaning against the desk.

"Point being? And can you please give me back my notebook? I need that!" I say, getting up, but Colin stopped me.

"You should relax for a day or so, get out and see the world, see what society has to offer." Colin said, walking over to the window and throwing open the shades that looked out onto the streets of Artesia, California, letting in more light. "Get some inspriation from the real world for once, instead of just from what you can find in that beautiful, creative brain of yours."

I smiled, putting my things away, and finally taking a sip of my drink, leaning back against the chair and looking out the window from the angle I was sitting. I could imagine taking a brief trip to Italy, or maybe England, and going and getting inspriation for my stories. I could bring Colin with me too, for he had traveled Europe before he came to work for me, when he was only sixteen. At that time, I was only thirteen, and my career finally begininng to take off.

"Maybe we could go to Italy, or England, or even France." I say, finishing the cold drink and setting the glass down. "You could show me all the places you've been, and show me things that could give me great inspiration. You seem to be so knowledgable about things going on, and I want you with me to show me."

I could tell the bright smile that spread across his face when I said that, even more illuminated by the sunlight streaming in from the sun that would set soon, illuminating the world in a red glow before vanishing over the horizon.

I wish I could have the heart to get closer to Colin, but my past simply would not allow it. Sometimes I wish I could change that though, that I could get over the past, but it was the past that made me who I am today, and sometimes its the past that inspires me to write or create a new novel.

"Are you serious?" Colin asks, and I can already here the excitement in his voice. "I'm sure I could book a flight to England if you want. I'm not so sure about Italy or France at the moment. It would be pretty hard."

"Sure, why not?" I say, standing up. "See if you can book a flight to England for tomorrow around three o'clock. Call Johnson and see if she can."

"Yes m'am." Colin said, fishing out his cellphone from his pocket and dialing Johnson's number, stepping out of the room briefly.

I walk over to the bookshelf and get my notebook off of it, walking back to the desk and putting it away before Colin came back in. He had a smile on his face as he walked over to where I was.

"Your flight has been booked. You should presume packing tonight or tomorrow morning, whichever suits you." Colin said with a smile on his face.

"You may start packing as well Colin, your coming along with me." I say as I grab my one Demonology Dictionary and the book, A Guide to Angelic Spirits, off of the desk. I still had to use these books for reference because my recollection of certain terms and habits was not as good as I wanted it to be. I would have to work on that on my own time. Colin would not want me bringing my studies with us on this trip before my book signings start again.

"See you tomorrow, don't be late." I say as I walk out of the office, Colin nto to far behind, but we parted ways at the door. I headed towards the upstairs which was where my bedroom was, and he headed down to the other wing of the house, which was where he stayed the days before a big book signing tour.

I sauntered up to my room, a smile plastered on my face as I stepped inside.

My room was a darker color of red with black splashed here and there, row upon row of books lined the walls, like my own personal library. I placed the books on my desk and went over to the closet, grabbing my black suitcase out of the top shelf above where my clothes were, packing a few, and shutting both.

I was glad I could finally get this trip, and that Colin had persuaded me to get away from my work, even though I enjoyed it, sometimes. It would be a nice change of scenery, and the events about to happen unforetold, for this trip would be one to remind me that I was still human, and just like Eta, I was still lureable to the untold dangers of the darker side of things