Angelic Chaos

Heaven in Hell

The young man stared at his reflection; mesmorising silver eyes with a wide smirk on his face looked back at him. His spiked raven hair was a complete mess, his muscular body full of scratches, bites, cuts, the dark feathers of his powerful wings sticking up here and there. Thanks to the demon woman that now layed on his bed sleeping calmly as her red tail moved softly. She was a feisty one, he remarked. He turned to her and grinned; what was her name again? "Rska." He spoke calmly after some time trying to remember. The woman groaned unhappily, clearly not wanting to be disturbed. He spoke again, a harsh tone this time. The demon sighed, opening her eyes lazily and sitting up to glare at him. She had slit pupils like a cat's, still drowzy from her slumber. "Leave." He spoke much to her despair with a voice drained from any emotion. The woman pouted, trying to make him reconsider. He didn't. With one last look at him, she gathered her belongings from the floor hurridly and silently stepped out of the darkened room, through the massive double doors. He waited till her footsteps could no longer be heard, to laugh a bit. This had to be his favorite passtime. After looking through the room twice and remembering the glorious night, he decided to shower to rid himself of her awful demoniac scent. "Demon women sure know how to mark their territory." He spoke to himself with a dark chuckle- he actually grew to do that quite often. A bad habit, but it wasn't like he had much people to talk to. Servants never uttered a word; his father rarely had time to speak to him, he was always busy with something else; and the women he slept with didn't need to know much. He was charming, he was handsome, he was well built and tall, and his kind was rare in Hell- who wouldn't want to try out a fallen angel?