The Devil's Daughter

Chapter two

 The portal dropped her in front of a very large house. It was more like a mansion, to mortals. To Aradia this was merely an ant compared to her castle back in Hell.

It was only a two story house while the castle had been four. It was very post-modern. So not her taste. She preferred gothic- architecture more. It always had a gloomy, dark feel to it. It was very homey.

This place felt like a Barbie dream house. The walls were stark white, inside and out.

After exploring the mansion, she discovered it had all the latest technologies and electronics. Her father had even gotten her a cell phone for some unknown reason.

Who would she call anyway? It’s not like there a direct hotline to hell. Even with all the things, she still hated the house, but it fit perfectly with her alibi. She did find an interesting floor level though.

It was a dungeon. The door to it was a hidden door in the bookshelf in the library, and it lead down a spiraling staircase until it reached the basement level. Now this room she liked.

The floors and walls were cobblestone with valences dimly lighting the room. There were many torture items, not to her surprise. Hung up on the wall were whips, chains, knives, and many other gruesome items. Just the thought of the damage she could do to someone with it made her shiver with excitement.

In the middle of the room was a stone slab, large enough to fit a three grown men. As soon as she noticed the wing guards, she realized why.

This room was for the torturing angel or the Keeper if the time called for it.

She chuckled thinking of the designers face while he designed this room.

Bored with it already, she made her way up to her bedroom. Instead of the color scheme of black and red, it was a pale blue and light green. That was the only differences in the rooms.

She groaned out load. At least he could have kept her bedroom intact. Who was going to see it anyway…unless… Her eyes went wide.

There was no way she was doing it with angel trash. No way in hell.

After getting over that traumatizing moment, she went in the closet to find all her clothes were at decent lengths and safe colors. Grr. 

As a last ditch effort to have at least one amazing thing in this house, she checked the garage.

Inside sat a silver Camaro, obviously newly released. She squealed like a human girl, but instantly put her mask of no emotion back on. She wouldn’t let it slip again.

She loved the car though. She usually didn’t have an urge to drown herself in mundane possessions but for some reason she absolutely loved cars. They were fast, unsafe, reckless, everything a girl could want!

When she got done admiring, she went upstairs to grab her book-bag, which was conveniently packed, and hoped in the car.

Turning on the engine, she listened to its purr for a couple of seconds before ripping down the road.

It didn’t take long at all for her to get the school there. Everyone there starred at the fancy new car rolling up into the parking lot. She rolled her eyes and parked in an empty slot.

From the looks of all the semi-decent cars surrounding her, she guessed this wasn’t a rich town. How funny it must be for there to be a huge mansion like hers in a small town like this.

She took the files from her bag and read them over once again. From his description he didn’t seem much different from other angels.

Tall, handsome, muscular, blonde hair, blue eyes, the normal for male angels. She had his very image imprinted in her mind.