An old gargoyle, which was standing in front of a dilapidated gate to the temple in the middle of the old cemetery, slowly looked around. Its dragon’s eyes were looking here and there. It was a really dark night and there was nobody around. There could be heard only sounds of cars passing by. Nothing was moving, except for the leaves on the trees, which were getting played by lazy wind.
Suddenly, the wind got much more stronger. The dust on the graves rose and a small tornado appeared, causing some graves to crack even more. The dust moved above the gargoyle and it started to cough really hard. It was writhing for a while, before it fell on the dirty ground. The dust settled and it revealed blond girl in black with black wings. She kept trying to cough that stupid dust out of her lungs. With tears in eyes she looked at pair of white ankles right in front of her. She sat up, wiped her tears and with short lightning she let her wings disappear. Then she angrily looked at its owner.
“Yah!” she yelled and stood up on her feet. “You’re an angel for god’s sake! Can’t you appear in some… I don’t know… more tolerant way?”
“I apologize, Jessica,” the angel girl smiled. That girl was wearing long white dress and on her head was wreath made by white flowers which Jessica couldn’t identify, but she knew for sure those flowers are not from the Earth. That girl’s dark hair contrasted with her white skin and pure snowy image. But it were her pearl wings, which were standing out the most.
“Tiffany, what are you doing here again?” Jessica asked, slightly irritated, while she was trying to rub away the dust on her pants. Then she looked at the angel. “And do you always have to… shine like that? It really does ruin the cemetery feeling.”
“Oh, yeah, I know, sorry,” Tiffany raised her hand and the wind started to blow stronger again. Jessica immediately hid behind her pedestal to avoid one more round with that not-so-pleasant cough. She’s always thought Tiffany’s magic sucks. It was little bit too… windy. And it’s usually very dusty. Moreover, Tiffany’s never cooled Jessica down with her wind during hot summer nights even though the blond one kept begging her for a really long time.
When she got out from her little shelter, Tiffany was already in white shirt, blue jeans and pink Converse. The only thing that differed her from people, were her purple eyes. “Well, it’s more comfortable.”
“Seriously, Tiff?” Jessica asked and pointed at Tiffany’s shoes.
“What? You know pink is my little weakness!”
“Oh, yeah, whatever…” Jessica actually didn’t really care. “What are you doing here? Another control?”
“Yeah…” Tiffany nodded. “Of course, what else it could possibly be? You can’t blame me; it’s my job to control you. We have to make sure you’re guarding The Gates of Hell well.”
“Of course I am… There’s nobody around,” Jessica said.
“Oh really?” Tiffany asked, little bit amused. “And what about that sad mortal girl of yours?”
“Oh that one…” Jessica slightly blushed when she remembered that dark girl with black hair and die-for body.
“Oh that one…” Tiffany imitated. “Exactly that one. Since she has been going here for some weird reasons, you started to guard gate more often. Krystal, that poor girl… She doesn’t have a work anymore.”
“And I’m pretty sure she’s really unbearably sad about it,” Jessica said ironically.
“Well, at least she has not fallen for a mortal,” Tiffany yawned.
“I did NOT- Yah! Hwang Mi Young! Don’t try my patience! You know one my word can cut your wings off!”
Tiffany smirked and bowed. “I’m really sorry, Jessica. Please forgive me, it won’t happen EVER again.” She knew Jessica didn’t mean it, but she also knew it could really happen. Jessica, as a daughter of the Devil himself, had really high position in the Hell.
