Nelo Angelo

The first peson I saw when I was revived was Soul; for he was the one who revived me. He asked me if I remembered the name of the one who killed me. I said no. In fact, I can't remember anything before I was revived.

When he said that he needed help to find one of his nephews I agreed. In return, he told me stories of what I had done before my death.

He said my name was Nelo Angelo and I was the Black Angel, a warrior for the king. He said that when his nephew had come to the underworld I had challenged him many times.

He got into the detail of how he wanted to find his nephew. He told me he was going to steal a scythe from the king. Soul told of the magnificent powers that it possessed and how he aimed to use it. He then told me that he needed help avoiding the demons that always followed him.

He needed my help to stray them off his path, distract them or destroy them. In any means necessary.

So that's how we ended up here; at a night club that Soul has named Guilty Pleasures. We had cleaned out the place and repainted the walls. When we were finished, the night club looked better than how the human left it. The only problem we were having was hiring people for job. We didn't know how to.

To take my mind off of work, which Soul had noticed me stressing out over a few boxes, Soul gave me the privilege of wandering the streets of the human city. I couldn't agree more.

In the day time, the city looked brighter than it did at night. Many of the neon signs weren't lit up, including our night club's. In a way, I was glad. A few nights ago those same lights really bothered my eyes.

After a couple of ours of wandering in and out of stores and shops my stomach started to growl, indicating that I needed food. So, I decided to stop by the next cafe or restaurant I passed by.

A few shops later I came by a small cafe. I opened the door, causing the little bell above it to ring. I sat down at a bar and took a glance at the menu. Nothing spurred my interest and I settled on ordering a Strawberry Sundae.

I dipped my spoon into the pinkish syrup and made to eat it.

"Dante, you promised!" I looked down at a girl with fancy blonde hair. She glared at me. "You said you were going to buy me new clothes today!" The spoon was still in my mouth as I stared at her. She huffed and grabbed me by the cuff, attempting to drag me out of the booth. I removed the spoon.

"Who's Dante?" I asked, wondering if this child had been hit hard in the head when she was little.

She looked at me. "You mean your not... Of course your not Dante." She let go of me and plopped down on the seat on the other side of my booth without even asking if that was okay. "You have a better fashion sense than he does. The name's Patty. Nice to meet you."

I shook my head and remembered something that Soul said about his nephew shortly after we started cleaning the night club. 'My nephew looked a lot like you when I saw him in the underworld..." He said. "Can I meet him?" I asked Patty.

"If you can catch him here. He comes here to eat a lot." She stuck her tongue out. I continued to eat while she rambled on about how Dante can be so careless and how much debt he was in. After a while I got tired of the sweet taste of the human dessert and wanted to go back to Soul to tell him of his nephews whereabouts.

I quickly stood and paid for the ice cream at the register. Patty just sat there and watched me leave.

Once I stepped foot outside I used my demon powers to bring me back to the night club. I rushed inside and made my way to Soul's office. Opening the door, I quickly slid in.

"I found your nephew," I said to Soul who looked like he was about to fall asleep.

"Yeah? Did you bring him?" He said excitedly, immediately waking up.

"Okay, let me rephrase that... I know where your nephew can be found." I said to quickly cover up my mistake.

"Damn...I was ready to meet him too..."He replied, slumping in his chair again. "How'd you find out anyways?"

"A girl had mistaken me for someone named Dante-"

"His name's Dante, huh?" I rolled my eyes at Soul for his sudden outburst.

"Would you let me continue?" I asked. Soul shut his mouth again. "He can be found at a certain cafe. I can go find him tomorrow if you want?" He grinned childishly. Obviously he wanted me to.

"Oh, a few people came in today to ask if this place will ever open," Soul said, sounding a little more awake. "I told them I needed to hire people first." He opened a drawer to his desk and pulled a piece of paper. "They said they know of a few people who would be glad to take a job here. They gave names, addresses, and phone numbers." He handed them to me. "Will you go through them for me and figure out which person should get which job?"

I gave him a weird look and left the office, paper in hand. I sat down at one of the tables in the night club and started reading off the names and addresses. All of them had addresses and phone numbers except for one. The last name was Dokuekihebi. The strangest name I've ever heard. I crossed his name out and stood from the table.

I walked back into Soul's office to find him asleep. I slammed my hands against his desk and he jumped clear out of his chair. "We should see what these people look like before we decide who should be what. We don't want to put an ugly person as a dancer or a hot person as a waiter now would we?"

"Guess I wasn't thinking..." Soul replied, rubbing his eyes. "God, I'm tired."

"Get some rest. I'll handle anyone who comes in," I told him.

Soul yawned and slowly rose from his seat. He brushed past me in a hurry to get back to sleep. I left the office shortly after him and sat at the same table I used earlier.

I leaned back in the chair and sighed. It will be a while before night falls and I get my share of rest.

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Night had fallen and I locked the doors to Guilty Pleasures. I watched as the neon signs across from us lit-up, one by one. I turned off the lights and headed upstairs. I was dragging my feet by the time I got to my room.

I unlocked the door and slid in, closing the door softly so as not to awake my neighbor, Soul.

I colapsed on the couch and drifted off in slumber.

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I awoke to a wrapping at my door. Soul was being impatient with me again.

"Nelo Angelo! Wake up!" He shouted as he continued pounding on my door. "We have to help someone before you go find Dante!"

I rolled off the couch and stood, a wave of dizziness washing through me. "Calm down," I said, opening the door. "What do we have to do?"

"We need to help the new DJ set up his equipment," he replied. He rushed down stairs, not even bothering to look back to see if I was following. I shrugged.

The DJ was a burly man, muscled bulging from his arms. He saw me and smiled kindly, offering a hand. I shook it. "The name's Bobby Marten. Bob for short. Nice ta meet ya!" He shook my hand roughly. "An yu're?"

"Nelo. Nelo Angelo," I replied quickly, relieved when he finally let go of me.

It took quite awhile for us to put everything in the right place and hook it all up. But, when that was all finished, my work still wasn't done.

"Bob needs a couple of CD's that just came out yesterday. You can buy them on the way to the cafe." He handed me some Yen and a list of titles of CD's. He pushed me towards the door. "Hurry! I don't want you to miss him! As soon as you find him, bring him to my office!" His last sentence was muffled, the door had closed on him.

I hadn't a clue where I could find CD's. So, I rushed past all the stores that I had been in that I know didn't have any. It took me a while just to find one. I couldn't have missed it even if I tried. In the window was a poster with big bold letters that read "New CD's are in!".

I opened the door and stepped in, compared to the temperature outside, I was in heaven. It was so warm I thought I was going to fall asleep.

I weaved my way around the CD stands to get to the counter. I asked the man who was sitting there if he had any of the CD's on my list. He nodded and went into the back of the store.

When he came back out, his arms were full of the CD's from my list. He sat them on the counter and rang them up.

"There's one I don't have, there are no more copies of it. Sorry," the man said. He put the CD's in a bag and handed it to me.

"That's okay, these are fine." I said quickly as I rushed to the door and left.

I rushed to the cafe, hoping I wasn't too late.

TBC…

The reason why Nelo Angelo isn't Vergil is because he doesn't know he's Vergil! And the reason why he doesn't act like Vergil is because he doesn't remember the way he acted before his death.