I AM SATAN'S MISTRESS and I have a SERIOUS problem. I can't stop thinking about that angel...

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I know I'm not REALLY walking through this muck. I mean, I think I am, it looks like I am, but as I'm not actually alive, it isn't possible. Doesn't mean walking through this with 5inch heels is anything less than a total bitch.

I sighed when my shoe got stuck for the fourth time, and the man that I had been grumpily following stopped and glared.

When he looked at me, I could see into the depths of his eyes. They reflected the fire that engulfs his heart, and probably soul. But I doubt he has the later.

Thinking about it... I probably don't have one of those either. But, eh. Whatever. Apparently one doesn't really need one. I definitely don't.

We stood by a dirt road that had appeared out of nowhere, for a few moments. A car, full on angry westerns, squished in together, drove up to us. They didn't see us, but we saw them. The man with me flicked his wrist. And the engine in the car surged to the sudden stop. It rolled for a few meters, then came to a cease. Just in front of us.

"What the hell was that!" One of the guys climbed out and took a look at the engine. My partner stepped over and lent against the window. The men couldn't see him, but the one closest seemed to hear what was being said to him. He then called out to his friend who was checking the engine.

"We should go back and get the car fixed."

"Are you kidding! We'll miss the story. We'd all get fired if we don't interview those guys. We need to move forward." Another guy yelled out. My partnered leaned through the window and whispered to another who then jumped into the argument.

"It could get dangerous out there. We need the car to be working properly. It won't matter if we get fired, if we are dead!"

My partner didn't have time to persuade even more of the men. Because, a bright light began to emerge, and 3 people joined us in our little space of dirt, in practically the middle of no where. The middle of the three was a tall man, powerful and evidently strong. A fighter. He was flaked by a lady and a man, and even though they didn't seem as important, me and my partner knew our fun had ended. They glared at my partner in crime.

"Lucifer."

"This is my catch." Lucifer glared back at them, furious that they were trying to interfere. The man stepped forward, and white wings with the purest gold specs throughout, unfolded from his back. The Angel took one look at the men all arguing in the car.

"No anymore."

The men gave up on fighting. It was as thought the angel's presence was absorbing their anger. And they all agreed to move forward, to the next town and then stop. The attention of all of us where on the men at this stage, as we watch in silence as everything fell into place.

Except mine.

I was too busy watching the third Angel. His clothes were simple and practical, being probably one of the only Angels to not ever wear extravagant clothing. Again, everything he wore was so white, almost to the point of glowing. His wings had the deepest of red peaking through from layers below. They were so beautiful. But they were nothing compared to the Angel's face. I sighed when my eyes fell onto it, marvelling in the shear beauty. I never thought it was possible to be so perfect. But evidently, it was.

As the car drove off, I snapped back to the situation. Wrapping my arms through Lucifer's, I hung onto him in the way that I knew he liked. It made me look like an accessory. He cursed some things at the interfering Angels and then turned away. As I was marched off, I looked back at the third angel. He wasn't looking at me.

With a gasp, I was snapped back to our home. Hell. It was warmer than earth. I liked that. But the smoke got a bit annoying at times. We are yet to work out a good ventilating system. I mentioned that once. Lucifer wasn't interested in changing it. I think he likes not being able to breathe.

I could hear his heavy breathing and we walked down a hall in silence. I still hung on to his arm. He owned me in a sense. I would only let go when it was permitted. When we entered a living room, he shrugged me off. I let go instantly

"Do you know what I was trying to do today?" His voice was deep; he was very angry. I let him pour himself a drink before answering.

"No. What was it?"

"In that town they are now going to be stopping at, are some kids that are being kidnapped and sold into slavery." He smirked a little at the idea. And then the smirk dropped away.

"They work for some American News's team. I didn't want them going to that town. Now they are going to stay there till their car is fixed, and work out what is happening. Those stupid humans are going to blow the whole story world wide, and save those kids! Bloody Angels, screwing up everything."

I followed him till he had sat down on the couch. I draped myself over him, gentle running my hands over his skin, slowly moving them down to the buckle on his pants. "I can make you feel better..." I whispered, my lips brushing his ear. He sighed and pushed me off him. I stumbled back.

"Not now."

"Of course."

I didn't need telling twice. If he didn't want me for sex, then I wasn't wanted at all.

I trudged along the hallways, with no sense of purpose or need to be anywhere.

Practically every girl you meet in your life has a story of the time they dated that moron, who seemed like he was sent from hell directly into their life. But me, I am taking that to a whole new level.

My lover was Satan

I am Satan's mistress.

That Angel's face swam into my mind again, and I tried to push it out. But I couldn't. I couldn't ignore him.. Everything is changing. I am Satan's Mistress and I have a serious problem. I can't stop thinking about that angel...