Rainbow Eyes

Bonus Chapter: A Life with Angelo

A Life with Angelo

If I remembered correctly, it had been exactly fifteen months since I met Angelo. Well, in my case, excluding the very first time we met when I was an infant. My connection with Asmodeus was immediately broken. I had tried to reach within my mind and focus on trying to reach him again, but I failed.

I looked over at the view of clouds, a wonderful garden and the bright, shining sun. I had placed my elbows on the ledge of the balcony connected to our room. Angelo and I had been united back together. But our bond was no longer as strong as before Asmodeus claimed me. My Angel father had told us the connection would strengthen overtime, but it hadn’t and I doubt it ever would.

Smooth, wide, masculine arms wrapped around mine, embracing me from behind “Mm, something’s bothering you”

I kept my eyes on the view in front of me. Angelo gave the side of my neck a kiss. And I didn’t expect more, knowing that was all he would be giving me; a kiss every now and then. Hmm, Asmodeus would have never let a week pass without at least taking me fifteen times. Or twenty.

At first, my thoughts disturbed me, and I knew I was mentally, and possibly emotionally, cheating on Angelo. But as the days, weeks and months passed, even while I was pregnant with Angelo’s child, my thoughts drifted off to Asmodeus. And the more they did, the less I tried to stop them. The less I fought them.

Angelo had been sexual with me, yes; once, within the fifteen months we had been together. Our baby girl was now five months old, bright, red hair- just like mine- and her father’s crystal blue eyes. My eyes were no longer a glorious rainbow color. They were a sky blue; a picture of complete and utter innocence. They disturbed me.

This may not be a common thought for a lot of women, but I did have physical needs since I could bear a baby. I had been allowed within the gates of heaven with my human body. I no longer physically aged after having eaten the fruit from the tree of life. But that kind of physical hunger was something Angelo had only satisfied once. And it wasn’t a complete satisfaction.

“Is Alvany awake yet?” I asked him. Alvany was a mixture of Devany and Angelo. It had seemed like a beautiful name.

He nuzzled my neck, “I bet she is. You know, sometimes I wonder what she dreams about. She seems so at peace when she’s sleeping. As if…” he took a pause, “she found the greatest pleasure”

Silence spread around us for a moment as I pondered on his words, relating them to my own experience. I no longer had any connection with hell. But Asmodeus had been inside of me once…twice. I pulled from Angelo’s arms, ignoring as he asked me what was wrong. I just looked at him, thinking if my suspicion was possible. It had to be possible only when Asmodeus had his own child.

Before Angelo could ask me what was wrong the second time, I rushed to my daughter’s room and stood over her crib immediately. Her tiny fingers moved as her little lips parted to release a yawn. Angelo was right behind me. I lifted her tiny arm so I could slide my hand under her neck for support and I gently pulled her in my arms.

She was so beautiful. Very slowly, she fluttered her fragile looking eyelids and finally her eyes were staring right back at us. My breathing labored when I was met with a very familiar swirl of colors where her crystal eyes should have been. Rainbow Eyes; the bright colors of lust, A sign of the devil of lusts’ possession.

I shook my head, “I don’t understand” I turned my head to Angelo. I expected he would be angry, but on his expression was the look of understanding. “Angelo?”

“Hell still wants what it didn’t get” he said, his eyes still on our daughter “It wanted you for Asmodeus, but now it wants Alvany”

“For Asmodeus?” my eyes widened

“Asmodeus might already have a son” his eyes met mine

“What does all of this mean?” I asked, holding my daughter close

“Alvany belongs there. No matter what we do” was his answer

My gaze slowly returned back to my daughter, regret filling me. If I hadn’t stepped out of hell, if I had stayed, if I hadn’t met Angelo again, I would have saved myself a lot of pain. This baby would have belonged to Asmodeus, the same as my heart, my life and soul. I wouldn’t be knowing the feeling of loss in the near future when I knew she would be taken from me. I shouldn’t have left hell; nothing here in heaven was as satisfying as when I was with the devil who claimed me.

 Sometimes I wondered, if Angelo hadn’t showed up, if I hadn’t looked into his eyes that day at the lockers, what would have happened? Would I have been happier?

Owh! This is Devany’s life with Angelo. A bonus chapter! For you guys! :) See? She would have never been happy, why? She would be comparing Angelo and Asmodeus all of the time. And hell would still want a full blooded angel within its gates. What hell wants, it will find a way to get it. And, honestly, let’s admit it, we all got needs. :P They need to be given attention, too! :D I hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it :) You’re all awesome!

-VioletCastle