Wassssupppp!! Updating again!! I don't know why but for some reaso when I was writing this I kept thinking of Build God, Then We'll Talk by Panic! At the Disco in my head, and I can kinda see why now.
Watched the Juno Awards last night...
Anyway listening to Beside You- Marianas Trench
Like our first transport to Hell from the Fringe, it was fast-falling, except in this case we were flying upward through the Portal this time. Ezra hadn’t released his hand from mine and for that I was truly grateful. Our bond had grown so much more meaningful the last few days. I had never felt love before, but if this could be classified as love, I couldn’t be happier. I loved Ezra, every part of him. My Saviour.
Finally white light began to pierce the dark tunnel that was the Portal. I saw Persephone at the lighter end, an opening, eagerly awaiting our return, her face contoured with confusion at why other Angels weren’t with us. She was the one to help us out of the portal.
“Well! Where’s the rest of you?” Persephone exclaimed.
“Well…funny story really…” Ezra began. Then we launched into the long, tedious story of what we found down in Hell. Each time, Persephone flinched whenever we said something she didn’t like or was afraid of. Which was quite often.
Sighing, she tried on a frustrated face.
“Okay, clearly this is more than we ever thought…or told. I need to speak with someone higher up. An Angel of Light can deal with this. We’re going to go talk to one. Let’s go right now.” Persephone’s wings flapped majestically, preparing to take flight.
“We can’t Persephone! Remember! We have this satanic magic device. Did you not listen to a word we told you? Ledger is expecting us!” I cried. Persephone shrugged.
“Yes, I know. But when I find myself an Angel of Light, we can analyze it. If I know this Ledger, and it’s likely I know how he fell at the least, by the amount of power he’s harnessing, it sounds like he’s a fallen Angel of Light. Few Angels manage to keep their powers when they fall. When they do, usually they harness them in Hell.” She replied and added. “You must come with me. I need you as evidence that there is a problem in the first place. I know which Angels we will see, Julienne and Aalite.”
We had no argument unfortunately. At this point I was willing to do anything just to get off Ledger’s radar.
“Fine.” Ezra said, his jaw tightening with stress.
“What do we do?” I asked. Persephone held a hand out.
“Follow me.” She said.
She flew away, and we took off with her. It felt like ages the last time I’d flown, my black wings blending into the dead of night, or in this case dead of…space? Anyway, Persephone flew us back to Earth. Straight to a strip club, called The Grand Finale, now I’d been to clubs before, but none like these. This was a dark building with men all around it, stalking the entrance creepily. One large neon sign lit up the words in bold writing THE GRAND FINALE: GENTLEMEN’S CLUB and indicating its hours it opened. Looking around, it was the only fancy-or half decent place in this neighbourhood. We were in a ghetto, buildings were boarded up, and vandalized, graffiti walls, trash littering the streets, people stalking abandoned alleyways, awaiting one unlucky person and I swear I heard the distant blow of a gun. You have to be kidding me.
Persephone landed.
“The Angels we seek are here. I can sense them. Yes, I know exactly where we are, before you say anything. These…specific Angels prefer these joints. They like to go undercover until needed.” She explained. Now exactly why were we going to see these Angels? They didn’t sound like the mature, kind type. Sure, I could sense their supernatural presence here, but that didn’t mean much.
“Let’s go.” Ezra murmured, grabbing my hand again. One comforting touch at least.
We walked in, and I didn’t expect to see anything less than what I saw. The interior was in urgent need of repair. Seven large stages were set around the centre of the main room, tables scattered around them, filled with trashy-looking men, the ones dressed in suits I profiled the sickos. Around the perimeter, a bar with female waitresses dressed in light blue silk dresses that exposed a lot and gold headpieces walked around serving drinks. On the stages, no doubt, were blondes, all of them, dressed in dark leathery lingerie, sporting fishnets and high stilettos as they rode their poles attracting the attention of their audiences, wildly throwing bills to the stage.
Suddenly, a brunette dressed as a waitress came up to us. I guessed she was the hostess, or something of the like in this…place.
“I’m sorry, but didn’t you see the sign? Gentlemen only. Unless you’re here for the stripper jobs, in which case you’re all hired, except for the male and the girl with black hair.” She said, in an annoying, high-pitched mousy voice.
“We’re here with the people from the private lounge actually. I believe you know them. Alexia and Jules Maryn. We’re friends of theirs and I assuming that if you don’t want to lose your jobs you’ll take us there right now.” Persephone replied in a business-like manner. The girl gulped and nodded.
“Of c-course! L-let m-me take you there. My sincerest apologies.” The girl stuttered. She led us to a door in the back, taking a key card pass and sliding it through a key reader. She turned the knob and yanked the door open, revealing a private lounge with leather couches, private bar and personal stripper stage, which currently headed a gorgeous blonde dressed in skimpy black leather singlet, hanging upside-down on the shiny, silver, metal pole. A boy my age dressed in black with white-blonde hair watch the girl intently, but just sat there doing nothing but sipping a martini.
Persephone rolled her eyes.
“JULIENNE!” She yelled. The boy turned his head around, his stripper stopping dead in her routine. He had the bluest eyes I’d ever seen; they were noticeable even across a room.
“Persephone? Why are you here?” He murmured angrily.
“There’s a problem, and I’m requesting you’re services, and Aalite’s.” She launched into the tale, our story as he listened intently. His stripper, which I later found out was the other Angel of Light, Aalite came up wrapping herself in a white silk wrap-dress.
“Ah, I see now. So these are you’re Moonrisen Angel friends. The last two left, I presume? Not surprising when we leave the idiots that are Sunbound Angels to look after them. They always manage to screw something up don’t they? No matter now I suppose.” Julienne smirked slyly. He was a worse jerk-off then Ezra was at the beginning!
“Julienne, please, just help us.” Persephone begged, I hadn’t seen her this desperate. It scared me.
But Julienne, turned his gaze to me, and either twitched his eye, or winked at me. Like a pervert would.
“Of course, my sweet Persephone. I’d be honoured to help you and your friends. Especially the dark haired beauty in the back of your posy.” He purred. This was not turning me on in any way, and it was creeping me out. Aalite, was his partner, and I’m not sure of their relationship status.
Ezra saw what Julienne was trying to do, and stepped in front of me protectively. Sweet, but I didn’t need protection.
Julienne frowned at Ezra, but didn’t look dismayed, none the less. He smiled cockily and called for Aalite.
“Oh Aalite! Get ready, were not coming back for a while. We have a job to do.”
I just hoped we were in time to do something.
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Moonrisen Angel
Teen FictionMy wings are my curse. But also a gift. I am enslaved. By others like me. And when my masters are too weak to take control. They asked me to help them. Naturally I did. But what I found out was... Soon a war would rise. And I remember the cries.
