The Devil's Angel

Chapter 1

"Good morning, Marie." The white-winged guard greeted as I approached the large golden gate that sat comfortably on the fluffy cloud surface, the place where I worked and lived.

"Good morning to you, too…" I half-whispered as I gave him a weary smile and headed to my station. I wasn't one of the types to get along with people, especially where I was. But I had the white wings, the halo, the white cloak that acted like a sash over my right shoulder, and all the other perks about being an angel. But I wasn't always an angel…

About a month ago, I was attending a human school down on Earth. Then there was a lockdown and my ex-stepmothers were attacking, and once we were face to face, they tried to kill me. But their bullets missed me, hitting my twin sister, Maximum, and my little sister, Vanessa, behind me, where they bled out and died. Of course, I was a total wreck, but I was pulled together enough to make the decision that changed the rest of my life…

My Daddy's name is Satan. Yes, I mean the ruler of Hell. He had me and his two other daughters, my sisters. Of course, since my sisters were so-called 'evil' we ended up waiting down in Hell while Daddy got through the list of people that died and we tried to find them. But before we did, I paid an unwelcomed and surprise visit to our own Hell; Heaven. I had a conversation with God and I told him if he brought my sisters back to life that I would stay here for the rest of my life, as long as my sisters and the rest of my family were together and living. Did I miss them? So much, every day. Do I regret what I did, though? Not at all.

Of course, Daddy was not too thrilled with me after that. He said there was another way, but I already gave myself over. But he swore that he would find a way to bring the family to a whole again, and I believed him. He was Satan, he could do whatever the Hell he wanted. But what he didn't know was that God turned me into an angel; my spiked red horns and pointy red tail disappeared as I grew white, feathery angel wings and a shining, gold halo appeared over my head. But despite the physical change, more things happened in which I didn't expect anything to, an emotional change I couldn't stop within myself…

When I first arrived on Earth, I met a guy named Aaron. He was the sweetest guy anyone could ask for, and I found out I really liked him. Yes, I liked a human. But as the days progressed, I found out that he liked me too. So we ended up dating by Christmas and then I came back, on the run from my ex-stepmothers. He didn't end up getting hurt, but once I was up here, God let me see him one more time. He appeared, and I was able to share one last kiss with him before he was placed back on Earth. I never knew if I was going to see his reddish-brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, his adorable personality ever again. But it's only been a month. A month with me living as an angel.

But I was still the Devil's daughter.

I would wonder especially in these days if I was ever going to see them again. Daddy, Maximum, Vanessa, a couple aunts I had scattered in California and some cousins I have never met, and Aaron, who attended Fountain Valley High School.

But I lived up here now, in Heaven, where I was basically one of his slaves, his servant. It was random each day, the tasks I had to do. Maybe I had to wash all his cloaks, or cook for him, maybe even give him massages when he said he 'had a hard day.' Maybe polish the gates or his silver or gold collection, or anything else that seemed to be wrong with the life he had up here. But he said maybe, maybe by some miracle I would be able to see them again. So I was doing whatever I could, because I was determined to get back to them, to be in their arms, to be told I was missed and how much of an idiot I was… I really miss my family. But there was no way I was ever being a devil again. I'm an angel now, and I'm stuck as one… forever.

I stood at the gold post where I was and waited for God to come and give me my task, or tasks, for the day. Every day it was so much tedious work, and sometimes even painful.I thought of all the possibilities as I twiddled my thumbs in boredom. I could see the down the line of the other servants and slaves, and he had his checklist of people, memorized with their tasks. Oh joy…