Adrian sighed as he felt the edge of his ornate black cloak touch the
filthy Parisian street. Why was he here, he thought to himself. Ah...Nicky.
He remembered now. Not so long ago he had shared the hated silver flask with his arrogant, brainless younger brother Cassius, both of them shoved up Hitler's...well, you know. But that was a place fit for a pineapple, not the spawn of Satan himself.
But it had been Nicky himself who had allowed Adrian and Cassius to be freed. He was now in unofficial governing power over pathetic Earth and married to that horrible girl whom he'd met on his maiden voyage there. Because their father's favorite son was now the authority there, Satan had seen it fit to allow the other two out of the flask. But their punishment was far from over. He had sentenced them to an eternity or two cleaning up their mess on the third planet, and also making sure plenty of souls got into the Deep South the right way.
Put quite frankly, Adrian was beginning to miss life in the flask.
He bit his lip and continued, stormy grey eyes tracing over the various kinds of people that passed him with suspicious glances on the street. He noted a prostitute posing on the corner with little interest and made a mental check mark in his brain. Not far down the street lay a crippled beggar, calling out for nutrition with a British accent that reminded him of his youngest brother's drawling speech impediment.
Then he saw her.
She, too, stuck out of the crowd, her white t-shirt and little black skirt looking so clean among the filth that crowded France's streets. Her Mary Jane heels clicked ever so softly against the wet sidewalk as she made her way unknowingly in his direction, smiling at the disgusting world that surrounded her. She was beautiful, what with her loose auburn hair and flawless clear blue eyes.
Adrian dropped the slice of pizza he'd stolen and cleared his throat as he attempted to impress her.
"Fine morning, isn't it?"
She glanced at him. "I don't know. What does a bad morning look like around here?"
"Where're you from?" He asked, frowning slightly.
"Up north." She snickered, and suddenly began to giggle maniacally.
"Wha-" Adrian sputtered, not at all his usual charming self.
"Oh, come on, you get it!" She continued to laugh. "I know who you are.well, what you are, anyway. You're not from around here either. I've seen you before."
"Where?" He still looked confused.
"In the spiritual mirror. If you demons bothered to notice, you could see us too."
"See who?" He spat, no longer amused by her games.
"Heaven. I'm an angel, you idiot."
"Excuse me?" He rolled his eyes, not willing to believe her. "Then what business do you have talking to me? I mean, with spiritual WARFARE and everything."
"Shut up. Who cares?" She was still smiling.
"Uh-huh." He raised both brows.
"Hey, you're cuter in person." She smiled.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yeah, it's short, but I have plans for this one.
He remembered now. Not so long ago he had shared the hated silver flask with his arrogant, brainless younger brother Cassius, both of them shoved up Hitler's...well, you know. But that was a place fit for a pineapple, not the spawn of Satan himself.
But it had been Nicky himself who had allowed Adrian and Cassius to be freed. He was now in unofficial governing power over pathetic Earth and married to that horrible girl whom he'd met on his maiden voyage there. Because their father's favorite son was now the authority there, Satan had seen it fit to allow the other two out of the flask. But their punishment was far from over. He had sentenced them to an eternity or two cleaning up their mess on the third planet, and also making sure plenty of souls got into the Deep South the right way.
Put quite frankly, Adrian was beginning to miss life in the flask.
He bit his lip and continued, stormy grey eyes tracing over the various kinds of people that passed him with suspicious glances on the street. He noted a prostitute posing on the corner with little interest and made a mental check mark in his brain. Not far down the street lay a crippled beggar, calling out for nutrition with a British accent that reminded him of his youngest brother's drawling speech impediment.
Then he saw her.
She, too, stuck out of the crowd, her white t-shirt and little black skirt looking so clean among the filth that crowded France's streets. Her Mary Jane heels clicked ever so softly against the wet sidewalk as she made her way unknowingly in his direction, smiling at the disgusting world that surrounded her. She was beautiful, what with her loose auburn hair and flawless clear blue eyes.
Adrian dropped the slice of pizza he'd stolen and cleared his throat as he attempted to impress her.
"Fine morning, isn't it?"
She glanced at him. "I don't know. What does a bad morning look like around here?"
"Where're you from?" He asked, frowning slightly.
"Up north." She snickered, and suddenly began to giggle maniacally.
"Wha-" Adrian sputtered, not at all his usual charming self.
"Oh, come on, you get it!" She continued to laugh. "I know who you are.well, what you are, anyway. You're not from around here either. I've seen you before."
"Where?" He still looked confused.
"In the spiritual mirror. If you demons bothered to notice, you could see us too."
"See who?" He spat, no longer amused by her games.
"Heaven. I'm an angel, you idiot."
"Excuse me?" He rolled his eyes, not willing to believe her. "Then what business do you have talking to me? I mean, with spiritual WARFARE and everything."
"Shut up. Who cares?" She was still smiling.
"Uh-huh." He raised both brows.
"Hey, you're cuter in person." She smiled.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yeah, it's short, but I have plans for this one.