Demons, fallen angels, and humans took up different spaces in Damian's place. Most had body modifications and dark suits that caused an eerie backstreet casino vibe. It was as if we were going into the back room and we weren't going to make it back out alive. Couches and whores took up the rest of the free space. And might I say, as I was wheeled past them all I rated each lingerie in my head from least to most favorite.
One wore a white fluffy baby doll with angel wings. Now that I could see Evangeline in. . . Fuck! Now I was picturing her perfect breasts cupped in the fluffy, ribbed corset, almost falling out, but just the perfect amount to touch.
"You think she's pretty, don't you?" Evangeline asked, clear jealousy in her voice as she followed my line of sight to the whore that straddled a tall, muscular demon that seemed to look very similar to Damian.
"I mean. . ." No I couldn't tell her what was in my head. It was wrong of me to think of her that way. Unless she sought it herself I wouldn't push her toward it. But this jealousy, that was new. "She is pretty hot I mean have you seen her tits?"
Redness flushed Evangeline's face, going all the way up to the tips of her ears. "Well. She's a whore!"
Everyone in the room paused a moment and looked over at her, clear distaste at her use of the word.
"Which is a perfectly good profession!" I stated quite loudly. "Carry on! Enjoy!"
A tall brunette with her hair tied back in braids came up beside Evangeline and crossed her arms over her red-laced teddy. "No, I want to hear it. Tell me what you really think of us, doll." She poked Evangeline in the chest, leaving her finger there to antagonize her.
Fury built up inside of me. I grabbed the wheels of my wheelchair and pushed it backwards to run over her bare foot.
"Ow! Bitch! Just cause you're a cripple doesn't mean I can't make you worse," the whore snarled.
Pain shot through my head when her fingers entangled in my hair. "I can smell the angel on you. You don't belong here."
I grabbed the wrist of her hand that was in my hair. "Oh love, you're playing with the wrong angel." Leaning back, I used my momentum when I went forward to pull her over my shoulder. Her clothes snagged on my wings, forcing my momentum against me.
The chair went backwards bringing me, Evangeline, and the whore all down with it. Pain that made my vision spin ripped across my back when I landed on my wings, pulling at the wound in my back. I screamed. The world went red.
I could hear voices around me but none of them were distinguishable. Something stabbed through the skin of my back. Ripping through the bandages and causing someone else's screams to match mine.
Then everything went dark.
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"Do you have any idea how rare this is?" Damian's voice faded in through the fog and pain swirling around my head. "Your sister isn't just an angel, she's a warrior angel. Can you imagine what her body could do on the forefront against the angel killings? Having something like her on our side could change the tide. It would put demons above the angels, the way it should be."
Dawn laughed sharply. "You're not cutting out her spine and selling it for body mods. Our deal was a few feathers, and you look into her origins. That's it."
"What do you mean cutting out her spine? Why would you ever do that to anyone?" Evangeline asked, anger laced into every word. "What's wrong with you?"
"I have a lot of questions," Seth pipped in. "But I don't think I really want to know the answers."
"Body modifications come from somewhere. Think of it as a donation, of sorts. Demon warriors are born with horns, claws, and swords in their arms." Damian let out a long sigh. "When they get killed, they are harvested for their additions. But see, things like that are accessible, cause angel warriors are stronger, demons are constantly dying no matter what we do. But Amaya. . . Amaya is one of those angels. Every bone in her body is a perfectly crafted weapon that can be used against demons, angels, humans, everyone!"
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Whispers on the Wind
ParanormalAmaya, daughter of hell's king was content to live out her life sleeping with one woman after the other and spoiling their innocence. There was something about taking the purity of humanity and destroying it. Until she met Evangeline, the angel sent...