Demon's Angel ~ A Contestshipping Story

Chapter 18

The grim reaper pulled her night black cloak tighter around herself. A sickle in her hand. The trees loomed darkly overhead. She snickered as small tendrils of black magic were leading her to her next victim's home. A smirk came on her face.

The home of the Demon Drew Hayden loomed near. Finally, she, Misty Waterflower, gets to reap his soul. "Heh-heh." Then she felt something on her head. Peering up, Misty's eyes widen. "SPIDER! BUG! EWW!"

Timble smirked after Drew pasted. He paused and looked at the zombie. "Timble?"

"Hmm?" He smiled innocently. "Yes, Master?"

"You're hiding something," Drew stated simply.

"Am I?" Timble walked pasted him and down the stairs. "Oh…wait. I think I might have something to tell you."

"Timble," Drew said in a warning tone. "What are you hiding."

Timble pinched his chin with his thumb and pointer. "Hmm, what was it now? Something to so with…no not that…hmmm…?" Drew glared as Timble walked towards the Moe, Yippee, Laramie, and May.

"Timble, what are you hiding!" Drew demanded.

"WAH! SPIDER!" Drew's face fell and Timble smirked.

"Now I remember! Grim Reaper Misty is coming to reap your soul!"

"I'm going to rip your head off and put it on a shelf," Drew snapped.

"Grim Reaper Misty?" May repeated. Suddenly a girl with orange hair, Demon wings, and a sickle in her hand wearing a black coat running in circles patting her head.

"Spider! Bugs! Icky!" She darted over to Drew. "Drew! Get the spider off!"

"That's Misty," Timble chuckled. "Grim Reaper, and one of the few Demons Drew has a reason to fear."

"Really?" May looked as Drew smirked.

"Of course, Misty, I'll get the spider," Drew slapped her head. "All gone. No wait, there's another." He hit her head again. "Oh I think I see a big one." This time his fist was loaded with dark magic.

"Ow! Did you get them all?" Misty asked.

"I think so," Drew smiled to himself.

"Ew, I hate bugs," Misty stuck her tongue out. "Blec!"

"Misty what are you doing here?" Drew asked, stepping so Misty's view of the Angel was obscured.

"I'm here to reap you soul, what else?" Misty said. "Oh and I'm here," She pushed Drew aside and darted to May, "to meet your little friend." Drew ground his teeth. "Hi! I'm the Grim Reaper. But you can call me Misty."

"I'm May," May said, unsure. She'd always heard the Grim Reaper was one of the strongest Demons in Hell, able to control other Demons at will.

"I'd heard a rumor you'd found the Angel stupid enough to step in to Hell, but I didn't think they were true. But, hey, I also didn't believe you moved to the middle of the sticks." Misty looked May over. Puzzled at the Demoness's entrance, Moe walked over and poked her leg.

"Hmm?" Misty blinked and looked down. "Who are you?"

"I'm Moe! Hi!" Laramie and Yippee darted over then.

"I'm Yippee!" The eldest zombie chirped.

"I'm Laramie! Are you a friend of the Master?" She asked, looked around Misty at Drew.

"No," Drew said very sharply at the same time Misty said "Yes." Drew glowered at her, and she smirked, going on. "We're very good friends. I've know him since he was all your age. He was so small and petty then—oh wait, he still is." May swore she could see stream coming from the Demon, whose hands were in tight balls.

"Wow!" They gasped.

May took a breath and asked, "Why are you here—besides the fact you're Drew's closest friend." Drew shot her a glare.

"It's simple. I'm the Grim Reaper, it's been in my family for many a millennia, and my job is to make sure Demon's do their service to the Hell community by going to Earth and getting Damned souls." Misty explained. "And Drew, I've been trying to find you. You're late on that duty."

"So, in short, it's like jury duty for Demons—only there's no way out," Timble stated.

"Pretty much," Misty nodded at the zombie's words.

"I hate you," Drew growled as Misty held out the sickle. He glowered at it before grabbing it.

"Don't worry! I'll keep an eye on you're house!" Misty chirped. Drew stiffen.

"You will do no such thing," Drew growled.

"Drew, Drew, Drew…who do you trust more? Me or them?" Misty pointed herself then to May and the four anime corpses. Drew looked between both of them.

"I don't trust you as far as I could throw you," He stated to Misty. May smiled, he trusted her more then the Demoness. "But I don't trust them at all." May's smile when into a frown. He sighed, "Damn it."

"Glad you see it my way!" Misty smiled. "Have fun on Earth! Remember, you have to get…" Misty pulled out a large book from under her cloak and thumbed through it. "Hmm, it when down, only 200 souls to undamn your own soul from certain damnation. Have fun!" With a glared, Drew disappeared.

"Undamn his soul?" May repeated. "I…don't get it."

"It's simple. What can happen when Angels die?" Misty asked.

"Um, we either go to Paradise or are reborn on Earth as humans," May said.

"Well, it's the same with Demons—kinda. If a Demon does her or his service, then he or she's undamned and can go damn him or herself to Hell on his or her own on Earth—or go to the Demon equitant of Paradise." Misty explained. "Now, Timble, were does Drew keep all the stuff he doesn't want people to see?"

"The attic," Timble responded swiftly with a smirk.

"To the attic!"