In the midst of the night, a young girl was walking down the sidewalk of hell's most used square. she had done this plenty of times before so it didn't bother her in the least. she was an angel, about 19 years old. The demon lord had passed a law that allowed angels to reside in hell as long as they had jobs or a family about a year prior. when she passed the bar, appropriately named Hell's End, the smell of alcohol burned her nose and the sound of loud laughter and and faint arguments can be heard. Two demons walked out of the bar with mugs in their hands. Obviously they were drunk and, upon seeing the girl a few feet away, thought it would be a good idea to antagonise her. After all she was an angel.
"Hey girlie!" one of them slurred.
"Its an angel." the other one whispered loudly. at the mention of the word angel they both grimaced in disgust and seemed to be taken over by anger when she didn't pay them any mind. "Hey! im a talkn' to yas!" the first one slurred as he walked towards her faster than she expected given his drunken stupor. When she didn't say anything the demon just seemed to get angier. He raised his hand and struck her across the face, sending her sprawling to the dirt floor below. "Teach yas teh ignore meh again you angel bitch!" he said just under a yell. The other demon, seeming to recover his thoughts had ran over and joined his friend. He kicked her in the side causing her to curl inward on herself. The first one downed what was left in the mug he came out with with a loud gasp and raised the it high above his head and swung down with all his strength. She squeeed her eyes shut in expectation of the strike that never came. When she opened her eyes a demon, who stood a good heads height taller than the drunken one with very large horns and a sword at his waist and two others strapped to his lower back, held the demon's hand in his in a death grip. Without a word he threw the demon to the side without so much as an effort. It sent him crashing into the side of the bar. His left hand, which was larger and more pronounced with spikes and a reddish smoke rising from it, rose and gripped the other demon's head in it's grasp. He snapped the demon's head back effectively killing the him. This fact was made evident by the loud snap and the way the demon's shoulders slumped and how it crumpled when the bigger one had let go. She felt warm, gentle hands grip her shoulders and hoist her up. She leaned into her savior's chest as he carried her off to wherever it was he lived. She looked up and saw how scarred his face was. He looked familiar, almost as if she had seen him before. He looked down at her and their eyes met. His eyes a deep red, almost maroon. She could have sworn he smiled at her just then, but her suspitions were drawn to a close when his smile faded before she could notice and he once more focused on the task at hand. He getured for the door to be opened when they got to their destination, seeing as his hands were full, the guards complied instantly. He walked up the massive staircase of his palace and placed her upon his bed. Without a word he wrapped her in a thick blanket. "Rest." was all he said before he left the room and shut the door with a soft click.
She was awakened by a knock at the door before the person lets themself in. A gentle but firm hand lands on her shoulder and she jumps at the unexpected contact. She opens her eyes only to see a pair of red eyes staring at her intently. He reaches over and grabs a small glass from the nightstand and gestures for her to sit up. He brings the cup to her lips and she drinks heartily, unsuspecting of her sudden thirst. He chuckles when she grabs the cup possessively, as if he was going to take it away from her. When the cup is empty he snaps and a guard appears before taking the cup and leaving the room. "I didn't think orange juice could taste so good." she says, trying to get the man to speak to no avail. He just smiles and takes the tray on the nightstand and settles it on her lap. His eyes gesture for her to eat. "I'll be back soon." he says and leaves the room without so much as a second glance. The guard appears shortly after with a refilled glass of orange juice. She smiles and thanks him as he leaves shutting the door behind him.
The food upon the tray in her lap was of human tradition. It held three fried eggs, over easy with a slight pepper, two slices of bacon and a peice of buttered toast. A fork and a napkin were set beside the plate. She was curious as to whom this might be. Hes obviously rich, important, hence the guards, and very powerful. He also seems soft spoken. She wracks her brain as to whom her savior might be but the smell of her breakfast in her lap reminds her just how hungry she is. When she shovels the last egg into her mouth she sets the thray on the nightstand and thinks, I need a shower. She stands and pads over to the door and turns the knob, surprised when it opens. She leans out the and stares into the long hallway. A guard sees her and nods to her in question. "Could I get a shower, I would also like some fresh clothes please." The guard nods and gestures for her to follow down the hallway. They come to a metal door. He opens it for her and gestures for her to walk inside. She turns the shower on and pulls on the back of her shirt. He nods and leaves sharply. A few moments later he returns and hands her a shirt, jeans, and some undergarments. When she takes the items he briskly shuts the door.
She undresses and notices the bruise on her ribs. Its bigger than she would like but it wouldn't kill her. The water was steamy and hot. Just what she needed to relax her aching taut muscles. Her mind wanders to the demon that had saved her the night before. How did he throw that man across the square so easily, and what was up with that hand. Why is he acting so nice to me. She was pushed out of her thoughts when a loud knock sounded at the door. "come in." she said to the door. The door opened and closed revealing the object of her thoughts. He sat on the sink and settled himself. "Are the accomadations to your standards, if not, just voice your concerns and I will do everything I can to make it comfortable." Wow thats the most i've heard him talk. she thinks to herself. "I'm sorry about that. I seem to be very soft spoken around girls, even those so young as yourself." She gasps in shock that she said that thought out loud. "N-no thats ok. its all to much really. Why are you doing all this for me." she asks him after her embarrassment subsides. "I don't exactly know. It just feels right." He exhales and opens the door. "When your done get some rest. I'll come and wake you when I'm done." he says as he shuts the door behind him with a soft click and leaves her in the steamy hot bathroom.
Hey guys thank you for taking the time to read this. It's my first time posting anything at all so I would like a review to tell me how I'm doing. I'm still working out some kinks but I'll get it down. please tell me if I should continue the story or not. Thanks. Feel free to PM me ideas or just general thoughts of the story. And my computer's question mark key is broken so I'm sorry about the lack of question marks.