The Descent Into Hell Is Easy

Chapter One - Angel On Earth

Oh, Father tell me,
do we get what we deserve?
Oh, we get what we deserve
And way down we go
Way down we go

~ KALEO

{Jace}

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Alec directs the question towards me, his handsome face twisted into a grimace as he kicks at the worn leather boot of the pitiful man at our feet. He lets out a wail that has me pressing a hand to my temple to ward off the hangover i was still nursing.

"Of course i know what I'm doing Alec, we have the right guy. And even if we don't, who cares?" I ask him jokingly and watch a grin spread across the dark haired mans face because he knows I'm right. Right man, wrong man, it was all the same in hell. While we tried to live by a code, of sorts, it made little difference when we did something wrong as long as we did it with devious intentions. Although, there was a lot to be said for a job well done, even in the pit.

"No! I promise you i-" the man begins to protest, dark red blood escaping from the corner of his mouth and dripping into his white stubble. I cut off his pleas with another downward slash of of my weapon till a large X is carved into his chest and he falls silent and still. We definitely had the right guy, I had made sure of it. I always did. I wipe the blood onto the sleeve of my leather jacket, the smell of iron making me light-headed.

Alec stuffs his hands into his pockets, his own black, steel blade tucked into the holster on his back. I didn't actually need the company for this task but Alec followed me on most tasks and vice versa and if Alec was here then his sister Isabelle wasn't far behind. Alec holds a rag out to me and I wipe down the blood on my clothing. Clearly he wasn't done for the night.

"They always beg." He kicks at the boot once more but the foot inside rocks limply this time "Of course they do, they're human." I remind him and reach behind me to sheath my weapon, holding the rag out for him to take "So are we, technically." He states and i roll my eyes and turn away from him, going back the way we came to get out of this musty smelling abandoned warehouse "Semantics." I wave a hand at him and hear him chuckle.

He falls into step with me like we often do together as partners in crime and escape into the heavy rain and chill of New York City. Isabelle is where we left her, leaning against the hood of the car, examining her matte black nails with complete disregard for the rain soaking her pitch black pony tail or keeping an eye on the entrance to the building so we didn't receive any unwanted surprises.

Not that we wouldn't be able to handle it if it came to that, the kind of things we couldn't handle hadn't set foot on earth in thousands of years but it was always worth being safe than sorry.

"You get him?" She asks when she sees us even if she knows we always get our guy, or girl for that matter. Alec only offers her a solemn nod of his head. Even as a son of a prince of hell he was fiercely loyal and protective of his younger sister. Their bond sometimes made me wish I had siblings but loving others only gave you something to lose, a weak spot. That is precisely what happened with our dear friend in the warehouse.

We had managed to lure him there by pretending to be his wife, which was as easy as Alec accessing her phone while i distracted her with some casual flirting in the middle of a coffee shop. It was almost too easy. Humans, including myself, were predisposed to sin, they wanted it more than anything. They enjoyed it far more than playing by the rules. While all of that seems particularly devious on our part, which isn't all that devious at all in the circles we frequent, i wouldn't go feeling sorry for either of them.

Greg Yarrows, the dead man, hit a mum of three with his car while driving under the influence a couple of months ago and fled the scene, leaving her for dead. Rather than be tortured by the guilt and the impending prison sentence coming his way he made a deal with the devil and by that i mean devil. The one condition was that he was to avoid drinking ever again, which he decided to break.