Stars-Crossed

Twins

Being the Devils children had it perks, but had its downside— Kasdeya and Zagon were both seventeen, and they had been seventeen for over three hundred years. Though, neither one complained, only because they liked their bodies. They was both extremely attractive, with their black hair, red fire eyes, and their black horns poking from their heads.

"Zag!" Kasdeya shouted, walking through the halls of hell. "Zag! Where are you, you twine little shit?"

The halls were burning with heat, but it did not affect Kasdeya. She was born in the heat, lived it in for many years, and she only left Hell occasionally, being sent on her own journey to help her father keep his reputation high. And her twin had recently took her mission from her.

"ZAG!"

"Stop screaming!" Said Zagon, walking out from his room, at the far end of the hall. "What is your problem?"

"Did you go to the Vampire Coven last night?" Kasdeya asked angrily. "The vampires were mine!"

"Relax." Zagon rolled his eyes annoyed. "It's not like they was any fun— probably because I didn't sleep with one of them." He curled his lip. "All in all, we still have to go see the banshees today."

Kasdeya took a deep breath, calming herself, then spoke to her twin, "I hate the banshees. They always give me a headache."

"Give them one back." Zagon shrugged.

Zagon and Kasdeya turned around, hearing a set of footsteps heading toward them. This was a tall man, with blonde hair. He was thin, maybe too thin, but it was hardly seen over his darkened clothes.

"Hello, father." The twins said.

"Come to wish us luck on our mission for you?" Zagon said.

"I've come to warn you." Said Lucifer. "Angels have been spotted out."

"Why?" Asked Kasdeya. "I thought they weren't aloud to interfere."

"They've always interfered." Zagon turned to her, then back to his father. "We'll handle it."

"Good." Lucifer said, showing no kind of love. "You have a new mission. I want you to bring me Cassiopeia Hart."

"Isn't that a Greek God?" Zagon said, his face full of confusion.

"No. It's a human." Said Lucifer.

"You want us to waste our time on a human?" Kasdeya ferried.

"Whether she knows it or not," their father said, "God answers her. Every prayer, he answers. He favorites her. I want her brought to me, alive."

"What do we get out of it?" Kasdeya asked.

"Two weeks roaming the world." Lucifer offered.

His children looked at each other. It was a good offer. A really good one. They were only aloud out one day, sometimes two, every month.

"Agreed." Said Zagon. "We'll go now."

"Mississippi." The Devil said. "That's where she lives; Be warned, children, the word will spread quick. She'll be hunted."

All the twins done was close their eyes, thinking of the state they must appear. It felt like someone had jerked the back of their shirts, and that's how they known they was out of Hell.

It felt nothing like Hell. It was in the middle of spring — the wind was up at speed, but the sibling did not shiver. Nothing affected their bodies, unless they wanted it to, and this, they didn't.

Zagon and Kasdeya was standing in the middle of a Tupelo street. The yellow streetlights beaming down on them as the night was full of bright stars in the black sky.

"I thought you said it was day time." Kasdeya turned to her brother with narrowed eyes.

"Oh I'm sorry, I forgot to check out my window." Zagon said sarcastically.

Kasdeya use to fall for that when she was younger. She thought that Zagon had a window for a long time, until she realized that they was thousands of miles underground, and it was not at all possible to see anything, but rocks.

"We better hide our horns." Zagon said, waving his hand over his head, where his horns were suddenly gone. Kasdeya agreed and done the same.

"This must be her." Zagon said, pointing to the house in front of them.

It wasn't necessarily a big house, nor nice. The house seemed to be broke down, a three bed, one bath. And from the opened curtains, only a small part of kitchen and living room, with no dinning room at all. The tan paint on the outside was peeling, and the wood on the porch looked to be almost broken.

"No wonder why Grandfather pities her." Kasdeya said. "We're definitely doing her a favor."

Zagon grabbed Kasdeya's shoulder, and with another tug, they stood in side one of the room. It wasn't at all what they expected — the room had Light-emitting diode strips, on the color white, light beam. It had a queen bed, with a black headboard, and a gray sheet perfectly fitted, the top folded three inches down. Four gray pillows sat in perfect shape— there was a bookshelf backed with many books by Leigh Bardugo, and a Roku television on top, that had a picture of a snowy mountain on it — beside the book shelf was a long brown desk with a Harry Styles mouse pad lying on it, a cup full of led pencils, over fifteen book marks neatly placed in-front of the cup, and to the left end sat a l.e.d lamp, that was clicked on, shinning to the roof, which lit up the whole
room — the room had two bedside tables. Two curtain covered windows. And one closed closet door, but the thing that got their attention was the five posters on the wall — a Harry Potter poster, showing Hogwarts, with little pictures of characters around it; A Marvel Poster, with every known charter in the movies on it; A Harley Quinn and Joker poster; A Supernatural poster, showing Sam and Dean Winchester in front of a black impala; And lastly, a Walking Dead poster, which held all of its characters.

"She's definitely into fiction." Said Kasdeya.

"It's a good thing." Zagon said. "Maybe she won't freak out about where we're kidnapping her."

"Her room is spotless, I don't think she'd like Hell." Kasdeya said.

"She doesn't have a choice. Now we just need to find her."

There questioning was answered, hearing a rustling sound from on the other side of the bed; Zagon and Kasdeya exchanged a look before climbed onto the bed, looking over it.

There she was, Cassiopeia Hart, lying on the floor with gray headphones in at full blast, her eyes closed, as she was doing sit-ups.

"She's got a comfortable bed." Zag said, lying himself on one of the gray pillows, getting comfortable.

"We're suppose to be taking her." Kasdeya said.

"Let her finish her exercises, Kas." Zag waved his hand, telling her to hush. "A few minutes won't harm anything."

Kas listened to her brother, and slowly lay down as well, staring up at the white ceiling, following along a small crack that was going through it. A minute passed and she got bored of it, so she turned back to the girl on the floor, who lay on a small cover, doing a new exercise every other minute.