Yay… Now I'm nearing 20 reviews… you readers are seriously the best. And I've had some pretty damn bad flames in the past. Here is chapter six for you. Lol. There is ANOTHER plot twist in here… Will it be Zane, Paul or Jesse who saves Suze this time?

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The room was spacious, yet the four-poster princess-type bed and wardrobe on the right-hand side of the room took up most of the space. There was a window on the wall opposing the door; it was small and medieval-like, made of grey stone. I quite liked it, running my hands through the contours of the old, stone bricks.

I gazed out the window for quite a while: Metrohell seemed to captivate me. Every description, every detail I included in Angelic Demise and One Step from Death was all there… so real, yet when figments of your imagination suddenly come to life – it seems too imaginary.

Perhaps I was dreaming… I wish I were. But it was real, I remember feeling… real.

Life Sucks, which is what I summed up before I began writing. Now it seemed that my imagination has taken over the normal mortal world – and injecting the history of Sonya, Oryon and Zane into its veins, like our original dimension was really a human… like us.

I was babbling now, sometimes it gets out of hand, but I was really bored. I decided that I should at least look in the wardrobe that Oryon assigned me. I hated the prospect of being dressed in a demon's material and their garments, but if I was going to stay alive I had to. Oryon could turn me with one ounce of his blood with mine and I did not want to become a demon… no way. That was out of the question. I would rather die.

I was quite surprised when I opened the wardrobe to find not demon clothes, but beautiful attire of the angels. Did Oryon get me confused with Sonya again? Or did he think I was angel? I did not know. But if it was the latter – I was safe. For now. Oryon can't turn angels. But he can turn humans, and that is obviously what I am.

What about mediators/shifters? That was the question that stumped me. It would be better, though, if Oryon found nothing out about Mediators and Shifters. He might try to use my power against me…

One dress stood out from the rest. It was made of two layers, a see-through very light, soft green and a shade of darker green underneath. The style of the dress was very simple, a semi-circled shaped neckline with small, slightly transparent bottle green beads sewn across the hem.

The bottom of the dress looked as if it were in tatters – the kind of beautiful, cutout pieces like Amy Lee from her My Immortal film clip. But if I am correct, this dress was made centuries before that.

On the back of the dress, I noticed, there was a new-fashioned zip, so maybe the dress wasn't as old as I thought it to be. The zip could have been added recently – angels have a way of adding to their clothes would harming the material, as I had wrote that Sonya's mother did quite a lot to Beatrice and Verity's stunning dresses.

This dress was the most decent one out of the lot. I was about to put it on, however, when there was a knock on my door. I wanted to go answer to it but Oryon had locked the door before he left…

It flew open and in came a woman I had never seen before. She was around my age and didn't come into the room very gracefully; in fact, she looked as if she had been pushed. She fell to the floor in a moaning heap, and when she stood, looked at my body with raised eyebrows.

I hadn't had time to actually get the dress on; it was gripped in my hands gently and the only thing I was wearing was my lacy white bra and bonds pink underwear. I flushed furiously, secretly glad that the person who entered wasn't Oryon – or even of the other sex.

Then a beam spread upon her face. "Oh Miss Rosette, let me zip that up for you." The woman indicated to the dress and all I did was nod. I put the dress on – it was a perfect fit – moved my hair from my back, and she zipped it up tightly.

"I should introduce myself, I'm Charlotte Vida – a-a servant at Veleron." She hung her head low, causing her mop of blonde hair to fall into her face. Her blue eyes sparkled with unshed crystal tears, almost forcing her to let them fall.

I looked down at what she was wearing, a quite dirty, plain, and purple dress. It had stains of black and a rip in the seam on the back. She looked around size 12 in ladies – the exact same as I was.

I selected a nice dress out of the wardrobe in front of me, while Charlotte was cleaning herself up. It was a soft blue – it matched her baby blue eyes. The dress type was a little boring but the dress overall was very beautiful – it would have been the one I wore if I hadn't had found the green angel dress first off.

Charlotte looked at the dress in my outstretched hands and then up at me… then to the dress again. She was most definitely surprised. "Oh my… No, I couldn't. The clothes are yours." She thought I was a regular visitor here? I almost laughed at that. But I suppressed it in and just settled for an easy smile.

"No, no, no. I have plenty of clothes. In fact, it was Prince Oryon who gave me half of these garments." I had written Angelic Demise quite detailed enough to know that any servant to the demon crowned prince expected everyone but the Royal Staff to call the current Prince as 'Prince' or 'Princess' and then their name.

Charlotte looked at the attire in the wardrobe, at the silky blue dress slipping slightly through my fingers and then up at me and finally to the door. Her voice was an awed whisper, "Did Prince Oryon really give you these? B-but there Angel's clothes!"

I shrugged, "I guess Prince Oryon must have thought of me an angel." I went to sit on the bed, a nice lavender four-poster, and look up at the ceiling.

"An angel? That is preposterous! The only angels here are, as you must know, your beautiful sister Sonya and Mr. Je-" I froze. Sonya… is my sister? Oh no, no, no…

"My sister?" I asked, jolting up from my laying position on the bed. Charlotte looked uncomfortable.

"I was not supposed to say this, Mistress Rosette, but both Mistress Sonya and another man have been captured and forced into the dungeons." Another man? I wondered if Charlotte knew who he was, if she could give me a name – I would see whether or not I remembered him from my pieces of writing on these topics and the lands of Metrohell.

"What is his name?" Charlotte hesitated again. Then a knock on the door silenced the sudden reply that was to be uttered from her.

"Come in." I beckoned the visitor. Oryon entered and immediately, out of reflex I supposed, Charlotte bowed to him. She had ushered the blue gown into my hands once Oryon had knocked on the door.

My green eyes met the crimson pair and a dizzy spell instantly took me. It was hard for me to stop myself from falling to the floor. My figure swayed a bit and my face grew pale but other than that, I seemed fine.

Oryon smiled after looking me up and down for a moment – checking my figure out in the dress, then said to both me and Charlotte, "Come, both of you, the feast is about to begin. You do not want to be late… do you?" He looked at me with mocking eyes, as if daring me to respond with a smart-ass comment I had on the tip of my tongue. I forced it back down my throat, so to speak.

Oryon left after that, gesturing for us to follow. Before we did, however, Charlotte urgently whispered to me in a gravelly tone of voice – filled with fear and respect for Prince Oryon. "I will come to you when you bathe, then I will lead you to the dungeons – where they are held."

I didn't need to ask her what she meant, for I already knew. She was talking about Sonya and this other mystery man. Once she exited, I looked at my bed for a moment, looking crumpled, used yet forlorn in a strange way, then left.

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End of chapter:grins: did you like? Did you hate? What can I improve? Lol. I can't write much for this A/N and sorry if the ending seemed rushed but my Mom is desperately calling me. So I'll do these acknowledgments fast:

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