No place in heaven

Chapter 1

My name is Malook, I'm a demon, I live in hell. It's a nasty place, full with the intrusive smell of sulphur and sweat, my life was better until.....a specific day. I don't know how I ended up here, but here I am.

I work as a pole dancer, in a pretty popular club, of course you need money in a place like this, and nothing works better than selling your body in sexy clothes, wrapped around a cold metal pole. But I also have standards, I don't get intimate with anyone, no matter how much money they offer me, I'm the star, they love me, but I'm not a wh*re, I just dance for them.

I wouldn't declare myself as rich, but I'm pretty much the opposite of poor. I have a huge villa, a big car, but I don't like this job. Exposing myself in front of h*rny demons, not a dream job.

Tonight, will be my next show, I prepared myself, put on my best leather underwear and styling my hair, all lights on me, everyone watching, I wrapped myself around the pole on the stage, moving to the music. Again, it was a success, the stage covered in money.

After the show one of those freaks broke into my dressing room, wanting the usual, offering money. I hated physical contact or even something intimate.

"Hello sweetie, I think you're wrong here.", I looked into their eyes, using my best seductive voice.

"I'm....wrong....here?"

"Yes, you are. I think you should leave and never come back to this room ever again."

"Never come back ever again...", they turned around and stumbled outside.

I hate those groupies so much. I went back to my house, changing my clothes to my favourite satin robe and lingerie, sitting on the couch with a class of red wine. I was happy with myself for today, I got more money than the last time, that was good, I wouldn't lose my job any time soon, I was a money-making machine, they wouldn't dare to fire me.

I relaxed and closed my eyes, but then I sensed something, looked up, a black foggy silhouette appearing in the corner. A dark hat with a grey suit, tentacles appearing under the jacket.

"Hello, dear.", he said with his low sinister voice.

"Hello, Mikhail. What do you want?"

"Can't I simply visit my friend?"

"You usually never show up here."

"Okay, I was bored."

"Bored or did none of your other friends want to f*ck you?"

"Shut up. You got whiskey?"

"Upper shelf."

"If you got nothing to do, we could.....?"

"Don't even think about it."

"Worth a try. So....how was your show?"

"Good, good."

"I still don't understand how you are a pole dancer but don't want to touch anyone.", he said letting himself fall on the armchair.

"I didn't say I don't want to touch no one, I don't want to touch everyone."

"We've known each other for so long."

"I won't get intimate with you in any way."

"Not even make out?"

"No."

"You ruin all the fun."

"If you say so."

"But what else I wanted to tell you; someone told me there's a weird guy sneaking around here. No one saw him before."

"What do you want to say? Who do you think it is?"

"I don't know, someone said it could be an angel."

"An angel?! What in the circles of hell should an angel be doing here?"

"I have no idea. Just wanted to tell you, not that you're getting into trouble."

"Why should I?"

"Don't know, maybe you do something good.", he laughed.

"Don't worry."

"Anyway, I have to go.", he stood up and took his hat.

"Okay, will I see you anytime soon?"

"Maybe. Do you mind if I take the rest of the bottle with me?", he held it up with a tentacle.

"Do what makes you happy."

"I would, but you never let me.", he grinned and vanished again.

I went to bed, thought about his words. An angel? Here? Why should there be an angel in hell. I don't know why but it made me nervous. I had to check during my show tomorrow if there is someone new.