Here you go. A little sneek peek of the sequel to "Satan's Angel" Basic rundown of the story is that Astarte is suffering with nightmares that terrify her beyond belief. It's always the same dream, her two sides dragging her to a mirror that shows her what is thought to be her true form. Mephisto and Amaimon can do nothing to help and the fact Mephisto has to go on a mission set by the Vatican to exorcise a demon doesn't help. What makes it worse is that when Astarte dreams, it is usually a vision that holds a hidden meaning or a vision of the future. Can they uncover the meaning of her dreams and stop them? Or will these dreams kill Astarte?
Mephisto watched silently as she tossed and turned, her sleep racked with nightmares. Her face reflected the fear that she suffered as she tried so hard to sleep. Her breath escaped as pants and her lips moved every so often, mouthing unspoken words. This was the third time this night alone that she was disturbed by them. Both he and Amaimon watched helplessly as their angel suffered at the hands of an unknown nightmare.
She stood alone in a room. In front of her was a long corridor. "Ah, she's finally here." A hissing voice that spat the words chuckled from the shadows on her right. "Who's there?" She cried, turning rapidly. "I'm what you should be." The voice growled. "Actually, I think you'll find that's what I am." A new voice that sang each word stated from her left. She stared as two people stepped out from the darkness. "You're…You're…" "We're you. Or rather, we're the two halves that make you. I am who you would be were you a full Angel." The woman on the left said. She wore a purple blindfold across her eyes but had the same dark purple almost black hair, pale skin and was tall and willowy. Yet she had no tail, and feathered wings of purple. The woman on the right snickered.
"I am who you would be if you accepted the true demon you are." She sniggered. Astarte's eyes widened when she saw the crown covered in purple flames, the pure evil that radiated from her. But what scared her the most was the lack of eyes. Instead, two hollow eye sockets with blood still running like tears from them lay in their place. "Why…why…" "Are we blind?" She nodded "I wear this blindfold in honour and memory of your mother, the blind angel who chose to be blind to the sins of others. She on the other hand ripped out her own eyes to avoid witnessing the good deeds of others." Both of them suddenly turned to her. "But you need to witness what you have become by choosing neither of us." The angel said. "What?" "You willingly chose this half form existence Astarte. As a result your true form is half of both of us. You need to see what your true form looks like." They grabbed her and began dragging her down the corridor.
"No! I don't want to!" She screamed as she tried to escape. But they held her with grips of iron. "This mirror shows all their true forms. You must see yours, you must stare at it and accept it." They held her in front of a mirror and held her face in place. The reflection blurred and reformed. "No! Please! I don't want to!" She cried out as her new reflection took form. Running down the centre of its body were stitches were the two halves had been sewn together. Its left wing was covered in purple feathers, its right was black flesh and purple membrane of a dragon wing, a long black tail with purple tuft coiled and uncoiled. Its left eye was covered with a blindfold but its right eye was missing, blood flowing freely from the socket. The creature grinned and reached towards her, its claws reaching out through the glass. "No! No! NOOOO!" Astarte screamed.
She jolted upright, still screaming and her eyes clouded by the dream. Mephisto ran to her side and grabbed hold of the thrashing demon. "Astarte, calm down! It's just a dream. Shush now, I'm here." Her thrashings grew weaker, the screams dying down to be replaced by sobs as she clutched at his shirt. He rocked her gently as she sobbed in pure fear. He shushed her and stroked her hair gently as he held her. "I don't want to see it. Don't make me see it." She sobbed. Amaimon crept closer to her. "Astarte, it's only a dream. Nothing's going to happen to you." He whispered softly to her. She glanced at him with one watery eye then looked at Mephisto. Her expression said it all. It's not just a dream. It's a vision.