No place in heaven

Chapter 2

I stayed at home until evening the next day, to avoid trouble, who knows.

Later, I made my way to the club and my dressing room. I took my clothes off and put on a black leather thong and some necklaces. I looked in the mirror, my skinny pathetic figure wrapped up in tight leather, the stupid little antlers on my head and those f*cking two different eyes, I didn't like it a lot, but except for that I would call myself pretty, luckily, I was quite tall and trained, my face pretty even and my hair very thick, but those little things which gave me the demon look I had, these were my problems.

I went out on the stage, full house again, I looked around, nothing suspicious, but after a few minutes I saw a guy, white shirt, egg-shell coloured pants and a dark long coat, clearly trying to not look obvious, he had sunglasses on but as he looked up I could see his eyes for a second, it felt like a lightning struck me, unable to move, on moment later I crashed down on the stage, I tried to stand up but everything hurt, and I got dragged out by some guards.

"F*ck!", I punched the wall in my dressing room, right before my boss walked in.

"What was that?!"

"I don't know, I couldn't move, not sure why.", I mumbled more to myself.

"If that happens again, I have no other choice than fire you, you are our biggest star, you can't have blackouts, and if you do the audience won't pay, so you get kicked out or you finally agree on the second way of payment.", he grinned.

"Okay.", there was no way I would ever agree to that, I would never sell my body.

Back home, just in my favourite clothes, someone knocked on the door, demons never knock.

"Who is it?! My day was shit enough."

"Can I come in?", the suspicious guy from the club asked.

"I don't see why but okay.", I let him in.

"Sorry for earlier."

"You almost ruined my career, you moron. And all I get is a 'sorry'?!"

"Your career as what? P*rn star?"

"Pole dancer."

"You call that dancing?"

"Listen here you bastard, I don't know what you want from me or why you are here but...", he lifted his sunglasses and I couldn't move again.

"Are we alone here? No one listens to us?"

"First of all stop that, second we're in hell so most likely no, third who the f*ck are you?"

"Can you go to earth?"

"To earth?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Cause we're alone there."

"I could but that doesn't mean I want to....", and one moment later I was in the middle of a human park.

"What the hell?! I'm in underwear, you bastard!", I tried to cover most of me with my robe.

"My house is across the street.", he said and started walking.

He unlocked the door and let me in first.

"Could you tell me what you want now?!"

"Okay, take a seat."

"I won't take a seat!"

"Your choice.", he said and took off his coat, revealing two huge white wings.

"I'm an angel. And I should spy on some demons, I was told there will be a big danger for heaven, hell and humanity."

"And you think it's me?!"

"No, I just wanted to apologize for ruining your show, I actually enjoyed it."

"Okay, thanks, I guess. What now?"

"I have to find that thing and get rid of it."

"How do we do that?"

"We?", he raised an eyebrow.

"I want to live a few more years.", I shrugged.

"Won't that get you in trouble, helping an angel?"

"No one needs to know, and I got personal reasons."

"Okay then, let's say we meet here to plan our strategy."

"Okay, cool.", I sat down, crossing my legs.

"What?"

"Thought we start planning?"

"I didn't thought we're going to do it now...."

"Can we have something to eat then?"

"Sure, I know a fancy restaurant in the next street."

"You know I wear almost nothing, right?"

"I give you some of mine.", he said and dressed me up with one move of his hand.

"Do you have something...ehm darker maybe? White is not my thing....or the bowtie."

"As you wish.", he changed the clothes to grey and black.

"Better, thanks."

"Wait let's get you a hat and sunglasses.", he said and snapped his fingers.

"Thanks."

"Not that I wouldn't like your cute little antlers."

"They're not cute."

"They are but anyway."

"Why are you wearing glasses?"

"To hide me eyes.", he lifted them so I could see his purple eyes, I remembered, I knew him.

"What's your name?"

"Azi. Yours?"

"Malook."

"I knew an angel once with that name."

"Funny, must be a coincidence.", I laughed.

"Shall we then?"

"Yeah."

He reached out his hand, but I shook my head and put mine in the pockets of the jacket.