My Angel (COMPLETE)

Chapter 14- Australia ain't got shit on hell's spiders 💃☠️🕷️

Italics- thoughts/ flashbacks/ dreams

Bold- author talking

Underline- narrator talking, known as the main character

Normal- normal story

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I look at the door too long.

There's logically only one person it could be. Death said only one person is more powerful than him, only one can walk past his barrier.

And he said Lucifer would take me away if I even mentioned God or anything holy which just makes me more scared.

But he's knocking which is a green flag, right?

Well that's if I'm correct. Maybe death just got manners in the half an hour I've been here.

"Open the damn door little girl. I'm not here to hurt you." An inhumanly deep voice says from the other side of the door.

It's not smooth like death's but it's not as coarse as a demons. Just deep.

Well he says he's not going to hurt me. And I don't want to make the fucking devil mad. He'll make sure I suffer here when I die if I make him mad.

I pull the dumb white bitch in a horror movie card before carefully getting out of my sacred bed and walking over to the door. I am a white bitch so that's my excuse if I die.

I open the 7 foot tall door and see a man less than an inch shorter than death. He looks like the glorified Lucifer in the show I love but more evil and full of scars.

He's even wearing a suit. But without the jacket part. His pupils are also semi slit.

He looks down at me before making a 'you are a disappointment from what I imagined' face.

"Casimir wants me to watch you because he has trust issues or something and doesn't trust mortals and I don't fucking know how to babysit a human so what do I do?"

Oh now I know a name. I'll save this information for later if I remember it.

I just look at him not knowing what to do before an idea pops into my head. Why not use the babysitter?

"Can you help me move my fish tank?"

He looks at me confused. "What?"

I push the door open more and point at the tank.

"Fish still exist? Why are they in a glass box and why do they look so pathetic?"

"Don't talk about my children like that."

His confusion becomes disgust and worry, "what do you mean 'children'? What the fuck is happening up there? Has that ancient fucker gotten bored and started testing species? How do you give birth to fish? Last I checked, humans don't lay eggs."

His cluelessness is hilarious and I try my best to not laugh. "I got them when I was 13 and took care of them."

He walks over and stops a few feet from the tank. "How do you get these pathetic excuses for fish?"

"The store or someone gives them to you," I feel like messing with him, "sometimes you can go to a stretchy alley in Antarctica and trade a chunk of your hair to the 3 foot man for some fish."

I swear he stopped breathing before quickly turning around, "I refuse to believe that. There's no logic. What good does your hair do for the short man? Is he a warlock or a voodoo man?"

The task to not laugh is so hard and I'm making weird sounds but I fail. I laugh till there are tears in my eyes.

"What is the reasoning for your weird noises little girl?"