Lucy chapter 6
Lucy sits on her red swivel chair, chewing on the end of her pen, her red patent stilettoed feet resting in a clearing between the disorder on her massive desk. She leaf's quickly through the thick red file in her lap, her eyes skimming the text. To the untrained eye, she would look as though she were reading, but in reality, she was just peeking at the pictures, and what beautiful pictures they were. Her newest client, Vegeta, was a definite piece of eye candy, he was a total hottie. Had any of her bosses asked her she would tell them she was reading up on her new and most important client at present, best to know as much as possible about the person whose fate you are deciding, but that would have been a bare faced lie. She couldn't give a crap about any of that, she was hoping to only be doing this job a few more years, surely, she was due a promotion soon, I mean she is the princess of darkness, the daughter of lucifer himself, one day in the distant future she would be ruling this joint. How long could they possibly keep a princess in this shitty job? She has been here for over 200 years now. The only reason she had to do all this garbage was because her dad insists that a princess should know her kingdom from top to bottom, and the only way to properly learn how everything works is to do it yourself. Lucy has worked her way gradually up the ranks, it has not been fun.
Lucy sighs and turns the page, here is a picture of the Saiyan prince when he is maybe mid-twenties, it's hard to tell with how young those Saiyan's look. He has just finished wiping out an entire civilisation without a second thought, he is dirty and bloodied from the battle he had won, his jet-black hair looking as though it has red highlights with all the blood that he has spilled splattered through it. His face a mask of hate and pure rage, this is a face that can strike fear into the bravest of warriors. Lucy can't help the little lustful shiver that runs through her. Gosh she is such a sucker for a bad boy, and Vegeta is a bad, bad boy. If only he were a demon, or even a gorgon, she would choose him as her king, what a fine trophy to sit at her side as she ruled, shit she would even take him as an angel, but a mortal, no chance, she just couldn't. Shame really, coz she kinda wants him.
The heavy office door swings open and a tall, slim man prances into the office, his dark brown hair falls in impeccable ringlets, framing his flawless face. His skin is bright porcelain perfection, not a blemish in sight. His shapely lips a soft shade of pale pink, a wonderful contrast to his clear blue eyes that shine brighter than any star. Above his head a glowing halo hangs in the air, letting everyone know of his pureness and divinity.
"UuHHHg," he utters unattractively, summoning up a white leather armchair with a click of his fingers and throwing himself dramatically into it with a huff.
"Uhhhhh," he repeats a little louder, perturbed that Lucy didn't respond to his first groan, instead she just stares longingly at the file on her lap, he tries to sneak a little peek but can't see because of the angle.
"Alright Gabriel, ya seems a bit stressed hun," She asks, tearing her eyes away from the gorgeous picture on her lap.
"Oh, really now, however could you tell?" He snaps abruptly, sarcasm dripping from his posh London accent.
"Well, it were probably all the theatrical huffing and stuff what gave ya away," Lucy answers just as sarcastically.
"Oh, I don't know Lucy, I am just so tired of this boring mediocre existence," He says, holding his hand to his forehead and closing his eyes tight. Gabe is well known for being melodramatic, in fact a lot of other angels and demons do their best to avoid him, they can't bear to watch him sigh and flap in his over the top manner or scream and shout during one of his theatrical rants. But Lucy doesn't mind, she has a little soft spot for Gabe, he has always been her favourite Angel, all the others are goody two shoes twats as far as Lucy is concerned, Gabriel has a hidden naughty streak and that appeals to Lucy. She also knows how stressful a job like his can be. He's the angelic messenger, so he's a busy guy. God sends out a lot of messages, and whilst he has been advised on many occasions by many people to get himself a mobile like everyone else he refuses. Gabe swears one day he will get the guy into the 21st century, even if he must drag him there kicking and screaming. But until that day is here, it falls upon him to personally deliver every one of God's messages, and he abhors it. He absolutely hates having to put on the absurd white frock and float around, glowing while telling some useless human what god wants them to do, it's stupid and it's pointless.
"Here bubs, have a coffee, ya looks like ya need it," Lucy smiles sympathetically and summons up a skinny caramel latte from Starbucks, the coffee of choice for most angels, they all have a sweet tooth. She hands it to him and he accepts it with both hands, a small smile taking the place of the angry sneer on his perfect face.
"Ohhh just what I need, Thanks darl, is it skimmed?" He asks pointing to the cup with a long slender finger.
"Of course, as if I would forget how my fave little angel takes his coffee," Lucy replies smugly.
"Perfect, gotta watch my figure don't you know, I don't think I could bear getting fat on top of all this other stress I have. Speaking of fat, have you seen Sachael recently?" He asks checking behind him to make sure the angel in question isn't behind him for some reason. Gabe loves to gossip
"He's the angel of water, right? Nah I don't really know 'im hun, we ain't got water down ere so there ain't much use of him" Lucy explains.
"True, true." Gabriel nods in agreement, but continues to tell Lucy about him anyway "All I'm going to say is, if Sachael carries on the way he is going we may have to change his title to Angel of Doritos, if you know what I mean?" He says with a chuckle patting his slim stomach. Lucy changes the subject, glancing down at her own curvy body.
"So, what got ya all worked up then hun, Ya wanna talk bout it?" She asks, mentally preparing herself for the long and heartfelt rant that was sure to follow.
"Oh, I don't know, I'm just so tired of all this. The same thing day in day out. I've been the angelic messenger for five thousand years now, Lucy and it's so tedious. I miss the good old days, when people listened to me, people feared me. Now days no one listens to the massage I relay. I appeared before 200 earthlings just last week, all with an important message to convey and guess how many paid even the slightest bit of attention to me, go on guess." He insists.
"I dunno, half," She shrugs.
"Pfffff, chance would be a fine thing. No, it was twelve. A measly twelve people cared about what I had to tell them. The rest mostly thought I was a weird dream. A couple thought they were too high and I was a drug fuelled hallucination, and one old biddy smacked me right in the face with her umbrella and told me to 'fuck off out of it' whatever that means, can you believe it?"
Lucy fought hard to held back a giggle, that old biddy sounded like fun to her, but Gabe was obviously not impressed.
"Ohh Gabe, ya poor thing, never mind it's them who's losing out. I bet you was giving them some good advice an' all," She tries to comfort him.
"Yeah, I was," He sighs.
"Well, don't let the fools bring ya down luvvie."
"Yeah, you're right, I know you are, I shouldn't let the assholes get to me, I need to lighten up a bit. Let's talk about something less gloomy. What are you reading," He asks sullenly.
"Oh, nothing much, just a client's file," Lucy says, closing the file.
"Didn't look like nothing much by the way you were drooling when I came in. Whose folder is that?" He asks, leaning across the desk trying to see.
"It's Vegeta's. Remember the Saiyan prince I told ya about?"
"Yah, I remember. Well, I'm very surprised to say the least that you were looking at him that way," Gabe lifts his eyebrows disapprovingly.
"What way?" Lucy says a little more aggressively that she was supposed to.
"You were looking at him as though he were a big fat slice of chocolate gateaux, with sprinkles on top, and a big scoopful of clotted cream, and you were just about ready to gobble him all up," He accuses.
"Oh… Was I…? Oops," Lucy giggles with a shrug.
"Do you have the hots for him?" Gabe demands.
"Well… I wouldn't kick him out of bed for farting ya know, he is kinda hot init? What's it to you?" She asks furrowing her eyebrows.
"Nothing, it's not my business, I'm just surprised someone of your calibre should be interested in a scruffy little mortal like him is all."
"Hmm, ya sounds a bit jelly to me Gabriel. Ya sure ya don't want a piece of hunky Prince Vegeta yaself?" She smiles wickedly as he blushes.
"Certainly not," He exclaims giving Lucy a look that would turn milk sour.
"Well, if ya does he will probably be up in heaven with ya soon. Ya could always turn on the charm, buy him a few drinks, lure him to bed and have your wicked way with him, it's always worked for ya before," She winks.
"Shh, you fool, if God hears you talking like that he'll have my guts for garters," He hisses "and anyway, there's no chance of that happening. One, I am not interested in some freaky little pointy haired weirdo. And two, for him to get into heaven he will have to complete your quest for Goku's heart, and let's be honest, that's never going to happen," Gabe folds his hand defensively across his chest.
"Ya don't think? Oh, I think he'll do it easy, Kakawhatshisface would be insane not t' want a cutie like Vegeta. he is smoking hot, look" Lucy reopens the file and flips it round so Gabe can see the photo of Vegeta surrounded by death and destruction.
"The guy's name is Goku, and a rotten egg like Vegeta has no chance in heaven or hell of winning over a heart that pure, not a hope," He says observing the picture with disinterest and rolling his eyes. He must admit, Vegeta is kind of attractive, in a rugged, sexy, I'm so hot there's no way I ain't gonna burn you, type of way, but he isn't about to confess that out loud.
"I think ya wrong, I'll bet ya he does it." Lucy says with confidence
"Ha-ha, Lucy Lucy Lucy, I am never wrong, I thought I was wrong once, but I was mistaken. How about we make that bet a little more interesting?" He slurs with a wicked grin that would be more suited to Lucy's face.
"Now you are speaking my language, what ya got in mind?" She asks excited at the prospect of a bet, she does love a good gamble.
"How about If Virginia wins, I'll do all your work for a week. But if he loses you must deliver all my messages for a week, what do you say? Do we have a deal?" He asks, holding out a hand to shake on it.
"I didn't have you down as a betting man Angel Gabriel, but yes, you're on. Give Vegeta a couple of weeks and Kakadude will be crawling all over him, you mark my words. I doubt there are many people out there who can resist this bad boy,"
"Ha-ha, we shall see princess of darkness, we shall see." He answers, rubbing his hands together and looking forward to a week off.