Angel Crisis… 3
The door slowly opened. I held my breath. Immediately, my vision was transferred to the tallest being in the middle. He was dressed in black robes and only pieces of black hair could be seen from the hood. The other guards beside him were also dressed in black, all hooded. The large group slowly made their way towards the white marble table. James stood up and the angels followed suit. "Welcome." James's voice rang through the silent hall. It really did not sound very welcoming, but it was firm and confident.
The black figures took their respective places on the table while the tallest devil made his way to James, OUR tallest angel. The devil was noticeably taller then James, he took off his black hood and the entire devils followed suit. I gasp, and so did every other female angel on the table. He was not how I imagined him to be. He had long black hair, smooth and shiny which was hidden beneath his robes but two long bangs framed his handsomely shaped face. He did not have long, big horns but small ones protruding out of his head, barely noticeable. The most intimidating feature about him was his fiery red eyes. His eyes were as piercing as James's but the color of it made it even sharper. He wore a smirk on his face while James, was stern and fierce looking. "Long time no see, James." His deep voice drooled especially over James's name. "Same to you too, Satan." James's voice was as stern as his looks. With that, Satan made his way to the other end of the table. Both angels and demons occupied different ends of the table and left only few seats for the spiritual guards.
The other demons look good too, who am I kidding, each one of them are gorgeous, and all males too. After everyone has sat down, the spiritual guards arrived. They were a tiny lot, pretty insignificant too. They were least like humans since they were ghastly. Transparent and disfigured, some had their hand sticking out of their stomachs, some are dripping wet, and their head was hideous, he had a tongue sticking out of one of his sockets and… just plain hideous.
The meeting was boring; they talked about the history and stuffs. After the last presentation made by the spiritual guards, the meeting ended. The guards are to stay in heaven for 7 nights as a matter of manners. Ebony, who had secretly went to find out where the devils would be staying handed me a piece of paper with Satan's address scribbled on it. My eyes widened when I saw the address. It… it… it is right beside my house! Well, no surprise actually. Cause my house is in the middle of a really deserted land. And James would probably want these devils to be kept a good distance away from the angels. But still…!
I was about to get home when someone stopped me. "Ivory?" I turned around to face a pair of stunning blue eyes. "Yeah, James?" his eyes sparkled and for the first time in heaven, he said something really caring for me. Wow. "I want to tell you that… I have assigned… Satan… to stay right beside you. Are you all right with that? Cause if not, you could always come to me you know… I have lots of spare bedrooms." His eyes actually sparkled with care and concern… FOR ME. Wow. Am I dreaming or what? I snapped out of the temporary shock. "I'm fine, thanks for…" caring "your concern." He sighed. "I'm still worried. I should see you home." I was in a dilemma till I saw the strong determination in his eyes. I nodded my head.
"Was that JAMES? Who sent you home?" I could see Ebony's eyes bulging almost out of her sockets. "Yes, yes it was." I replied back to Ebony's reflection in the communication mirror (it serves like a 3G phone of our times. Lol). "Wow, that cold hearted unfeeling…" "Yes." I rolled my eyes. "Wow. He actually cares? I mean, he might be an angel, but he does NOT give a… grass about the life or death of ANYBODY." "Well, it shocked me too." "Hmm." Silence followed. "So are you going… like soon?" She broke the silence. Her sentence made me once again nervous and uncomfortable. "Y…yes. I think. Hey know what, I got to go now. Bye." I said somewhat stupidly. I turned off my mirror and sat it down on the desk. I closed my eyes as a breeze swept through my white curtains; I slowly took a deep breath and opened my eyes. I. Have. To. Do. This.
With a new leash of courage, I wore my white robes over what I was wearing from the meeting and walked out from my house.
I made my way slowly, thinking about what I have been reading about Satan and his deals. I thought of what I should say and how I should phrase my sentences, which is really important. And finally, I reached, the front porch of Satan.