Angel Crisis… 2
Tears continued to run down my cheeks as I just lay on my white four poster bed, watching the good looking blonde angel in front of me get dressed. "Stop crying, babe" he held on to both sides of my head and kissed my eyes. He took a last look at the limp figure on the bed, sighed and went out. I grabbed on the bed sheet and brawl. I feel so dirty, so used… my heart was heavy, I felt so nauseous, so sick.
"Hey, there is a way to help you reach your target." My good friend Ebony nudged me from her seat. "Hmm…" I wasn't really paying attention to her. I was too caught up in my gloominess to know what is going on in the office I was working in. "Don't look so gloomy… here, let me give you a tip that will help you not get demoted." I snapped out of my own thoughts and started to pay attention. "Spill." I looked at her. She continued packing her papers as she smiled and said, "the Great Meeting is round the corner." "Huh?" she rolled her eyes and replied "you know, the ball which all the officials are attending… even the guards of the spiritual world and the… guards of hell- Demons…" she was careful with the not-so-popular-word, Demons. "Ahuh…so…?" I look questioningly at her. She sighed helplessly and whispered as soft as she could, "Satan would be coming." "S…" then it hit me.
I widened my eyes in horror "You did NOT mean THAT… did you?" she shrugged her shoulders. "Well, if you don't do anything, you are going to be demoted. Might as well give it a shot."
The Great Meeting is the day after tomorrow. I thought about what Ebony suggested… but even human is forbidden to do that kind of… thing, let alone an angel, an official. HAH. It's impossible… or is it? Trading with Satan? I might as well die- I mean… argh. Whatever it is. What Ebony meant… is to make a deal with Satan, to help me get my goals. But in return, you have to give him anything he wants which most probably is your life (for humans) or your virginity (for humans again). What would he possibly want from an angel? LOTS. My wings, my power? I cant live without those! But if I get demoted… I would not have a good next life. I would probably be turned into a bug that would die immediately and become a soul for another good 100 years. I cannot give up.
"So? Have you decided?" I could hear Ebony behind her mountain stack of papers. "It's the only chance I've got isn't it?" Just as I finished my sentence, James glided into the office. "Attention. As most of you would have known, the Decade-ly held Great Meeting is tomorrow. I expect to see all of you in your best attire and performance." As if we are kids… I rolled my eyes.
As the silky towel hugged on to my skin, I lay out which one out of my million white robes I was going to wear I finally picked out a spaghetti top, attached to a slanted knee length skirt. For shoes, I picked out my favorite brown sandals with straps attached all the way up to my knee. I put my hair down unlike the usual ponytail. My brown hair curled at the end and hovered around my hips, my bangs were straight and smoothened. I did not have to do much actually, since angels did not need makeup, naturally, my lips were reddish, my cheeks were rosy and my eyebrows were long and sleek. I stared at myself, satisfied, I made my way to the Hall.
When I opened the door, I saw everyone in his or her best suits. Lots of guys flew past me giving me winks or commenting that I looked good. I just smiled nervously and walked towards Ebony. "Wow, you look gorgeous." My best friend in front of me smiled. She took both my hands and turned me around to get a better look at me. For a moment, I saw a pair of blue eyes looking at me. James? Impossible… he is a cold-blooded angel who would be demoting me if I did not reach his target. That A.
As everyone took his or her places around the white marble table, which is as long as… possible, James spoke. "The Guards of Hell would be here anytime." My heart started thumping. Oh no… I'm about to make a deal with a demon, Satan- nonetheless. I've heard a lot of his evil deeds. He must be a really freaky devil. With horns sticking out of his head, green skin, and black eyes with no pupils, and nostrils as large as plates or something. I am really… REALLY not accustomed to ugly people, since the place I live in is practically filled with beautiful people.
I get more nervous and uncomfortable on the white marble chair. I took deep breaths to calm myself down. "The Guards of Hell has arrived." The usher spoke, which made my heart skip a beat.