Dark Heaven

Chpt 1: Drinks?

Okay, here we go. First chapter. Be sure to read my other books!

"If a cluttered desk is a cluttered mind, than what is of an empty desk?"
-Unknown
Chapter One: Drinks?

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Misty's POV☀

Thump.

Ow... I thought.

"SHELLY!" I yelled, turning to glare at my Golden Labrador Great Dane.

I know, both big dogs, make bigger dog. But tbh, she was a very beautiful and loyal dog. Besides pushing me off my bed almost every morning.

She just bowed her head and let out a small whimper, letting me know she needs to go out. I sighed, unraveling myself from the white covers and pushing up and off the ground.

On my way to my bedroom door, Shelly following me, I glanced at myself in the mirror. My black hair, that I had died with some red and orange, tumbled down my back, curling slightly at the ends near my waist. I had fallen asleep in blue joggers and a purple lacy tank. My white eyes, natural, glowed slightly. And finally, my wings. Their soft lavender brushed my shoulder when they shook, their smallness making them seem fragile. I cast a small spell, just a glamour, to hide them as I left my room.

Shelly took care of her business quickly, partly because I wasn't very patient, not to mention their was snow on the ground.

Just like every day, I revise what happened and how I got here. No religion is correct or wrong. In almost every belief, there is a place like Hell, and a place like Heaven. Utopia and imperfection. Yin and Yang. Good and Bad.

I came from the "in-between". Not the black, not the white, but the gray. The Omg-you-are-flawed-lets-not-hang-out blah, blah, blah. I hated other Angels, they were so-so nice. Unless, duh of course, you were one of the few ones from the "in-between", then they are just plane bitches. But I think the Angels from the "bad" side were pretty cool. Kinky in bed and kind of abusive, but cool.

I whistles for Shelly and she appeared in a few seconds, running from the side of my small house.

She looked like any other Great Dane, only blonde. I was lucky to have a companion like her. I still wanted her to have her own children, they would be beautiful, I was thinking about some vet clinics to see if they could hook me up when I stepped into the kitchen, grabbing a Pop-Tart.

It was then when I remembered Ruby, another one of my kind. Shit, I thought. Fuck my life, I should have never let her go to that party. I quickly sprinted out the door again, grabbing my jacket and slinging it on.

Ruby was another "in-between" with dark red hair and rainbow-tipped wings and long legs. Major sex-figure to guys, especially humans. She didn't have the natural dusting of freckles like must red-heads, but she was still gorgeous. Unless she was hungover, then it wasn't much of a pretty sight.

Which was what she was right now, I saw as I pulled up to the house she said she'd be at. The door was unlocked, so I stepped inside to be met with the heavy smell of vomit, weed, alcohol and sex. Damn, I hated the smell of sex. Most people don't know what it smells like, and your blessed.

I spotted a rainbow wing hanging over a couch. Damn it, shit, FUCK! Ruby, why didn't you- Ow! I tripped over something. Or somebody. I looked down to see another wing, which I almost stepped on. I traced the blue limb back to Sarah, in all her tan and naked glory.

I let out a squeak and pushed a glamour on her wings, as well as Ruby's. I took my jacket off and wrapped it around Sarah and walked to Ruby, dodging vomit and bongs. Is that a dildo? I held my own vomit. People were passed out everywhere, it was probably a kick-ass party. I felt bad for whoever had to clean.