Whispers on the Wind

Chapter Nine: Barista to the Rescue

The chains on my ankles were cold, biting reminders not to trust people. Whether their intentions were good or not, they took away my free will and that did not sit well in my gut. It wasn't like I could freely move anyway, the wings on my back were so heavy every time I sat up I fell over. If not for the burning pain in my back I would've started working them out like a prisoner, getting my back muscles buff enough to hold up these damn wings.

How were most angels so skinny yet able to hold these things up? I didn't get it. I imagined running my hand down the nephilims back and feeling the curve of every muscle along her spine. I bet she was freakin ripped. But then, shame washed over me. She was too innocent to be involved in my dirtiest thoughts. She did not belong there.

That was a first. Usually every pretty woman I saw ended up there at some point, but for some reason, I wanted to keep her pure. It was as if she were too innocent to be seen in that way. The very thought of anyone seeing her that way made me angry.

My wings flopped behind me like an agitated fish, unable to be raised much at all, but every time I got annoyed they twitched like my tail. Imagine if the priest had found out about that. . . I would've probably been killed. The image of the perfect angel would've been ruined for them.

Looking up at the ceiling, I traced the pattern in the ceiling to create boobs. I bet that nephilim had perfect boobs. . . Did angels even have boobs? I grabbed my own chest. I mean, I had boobs. But that didn't mean angels were supposed to have boobs, that could've been a demon cover up thing. Up the sex appeal, become more demonic, made enough sense to me.

The door swung open on my right, causing blinding light to seep into the dim room. I covered my eyes, I couldn't tell who was coming in because of the lack of adjustment to the light.

They grabbed my ankles and in seconds the shackles fell off. I kicked them in the face and tried to get up, falling to the floor.

"Bitch, what the fuck! I'm helping you!" A familiar voice cried.

I couldn't quite place where I had heard that higher pitch, almost feminine voice before. It had been a long day. "Yes, so helpful, you let me out, now I'm out of here." I crawled across the floor, dragging my wings beside me.

"Dawn, your sister is a bitch, remind me how much you're paying again," the man said with a grumble.

I recognize the grumble. "Oh, Seth, did you bring me coffee? I got the worst caffeine headache right now."

"No, I did not bring you coffee, but I stepped my gay ass into this church to rescue you and groped a very old, gross priest to find the key to get you out."

"Kinky."

Seth scoffed in disgust. "I may like older men, but not that much older."

The lights started flickering on and off, as if a thunder storm was raging outside.

"We're taking you through the catacombs to the garden, that's the route Dawn sent me on my phone," Seth said as he helped me to my feet. "Oh my gawd you weigh a ton. Stop eating donuts."

"It's the wings, you idiot," I said indignantly. "I will always eat all the donuts. Yolo."

"I didn't realize angels and demons were so behind the times, yolo is so two thousand," Seth said while rolling his eyes and dragging me out the door.

No one was present in the hall, they were likely trying to figure out the weird light issue that I assume stretched to the majority of the church.

I stumbled over my own two feet, almost losing my balance a few times."I would say thank you, but they sent you to my rescue and not a hot woman, so I'll need to speak to your manager cause she's at least a six."