Feathers & Scythes (Angels & Grim Reapers BOOK III)

Chapter 8: The temptation of an Angel

Anastasia

Ok so here's what I have done until now.

Living with the secret of being a Spirit Seer: checked

Falling in love with my boss who happened to be a Demon turned to a Grim Reaper: checked.

Falling into another Realm to save him and discovering a whole conspiracy on the Creation: that checked too.

But going into a whole club which is occupied by an army of Grim Reapers who like to kill Angels? I haven't checked that...yet.

"Onee-chan, you should put more pink on your cheeks." Kyoko moved the rouge brush, applying more color on my cheeks.

I groaned. "Kyoko, I will look like a clown!"

"Ie! You will be kawai!" she squealed saying that I will look cute.

After the departure of Murasaki and Feith, Marco got a message from Death. He requested the presence of Marco and me into the location where the strategic meetings of the Grim Reapers' troops were taking place. What he didn't mention, but Marco was clever to find out, was the fact that their meeting place was a distortion on the city's, my city's, center where the Grim Reapers had transformed it into a camp.

And here I am, making myself presentable as Death's newly found weapon and mascot.

Kyoko smiled with satisfaction for her makeup choices and turned me to my vanity mirror. My blond hair was falling freely, stopping on my shoulders, into thick curls. My Japanese friend knew how to make the most amazing hair style. My eyelids had a smoky bluish color, which was making my mismatched eyes look brighter into the night. A deep red was on my lips and the pink on my cheekbones was making my face look healthier, as if the trip on Nether Realm had never happened.

I smiled to my reflection. "Who is she Kyoko?" I asked with a bitter feeling. I had changed and the worst part was the fact that I didn't know if my powers would be for good or bad.

Kyoko leaned close to me, touching my shoulders. "You are Peters Anastasia Onee-sama, the strongest person I know you will be."

I sighed and got up. My high heeled boots, black with blue shoe lashes on the up of my foot, were already placed on the floor. On my bed the tilt of my whip and the sword were waiting for me.

I decided to wear something comfortable for fighting and flying but with a slight taste of being... sexy. So my black skin jeans with the golden belt and pouch already on my waist, and the blue electric tank top were an appropriate pair and my top was letting my shoulders free. A small necklace with silver chain and the teardrop diamond, a gift from my Mom for my nineteenth birthday, was completing my night attire.

"So how do I look?" I asked Kyoko as I tied the tilt on my left thigh and the sword on my right side.

Kyoko pressed her lips and held her chin, like a professional artist, who is checking his art. She smiled and clapped her hands. "Absolutely stunning! Marco-sama will be dumbfounded."

Marco dumbfounded? I would like to see that.

"Oi! I am not getting any older down here!"

Speak of the devil. "We are coming!" I shouted to my closed door and Kyoko laughed. We got out from my room and headed to the stairs. "Are you sure you'll be fine Kyoko?"

She held my hand. "Tomo and Shiro are with me. And I can defend myself. You should be worried about the spirits destroying the house."

"Nah, Tomo is too noble to get into a catfight."