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

I AM SATAN'S MISTRESS and I have a SERIOUS problem. Chapter 3

Chapter 3

A bit over an hour later, we both were standing at the pearly white gates. An Angel let us through, and motioned us to follow. His wings were plain white. Beautiful, but plain. This angel was no archangel. And definitely not as fine as Raphael. I couldn't see much around me. Everything was so white, the light reflecting straight off the walls. I'm use to the dull glow emitted in hell.

Heaven is worse than hell.

I hate heaven.

Everyone is so cheerful. I mean, what the hell? Ever heard of having a bad day?!?

God sucks sometimes too. I mean, his all mighty, all the time. Every time we meet, I feel all guilty and bad. Its ridiculous, cause he doesn't even get angry or upset with me. He is always civilised, and talking to Lucifer and myself like equals; like partners. But I always feel sick in the stomach, like I know he must disapprove of me deep down.

We ended a frightingly bright room, with the light reflecting of the glass and mirrors that surrounded us everywhere. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to block out the bright light, until they had accustomed themself to the space. The light shone through my eyelids. When I finally opened them, I noticed what was before me. Today's meeting must be about something serious. Cause it wasn't just Lucifer and God meeting (with me in the background. As per usual). This time, we had an Arch Angel with us too. Raphael.

Honestly, is he STALKING me!?!

"Good morning. I'm thrilled you both were able to make it!" God never, ever, comments on our lateness. He has admirable restraint. We remained silent.

"Something has been brought to my attention." He glanced in Raphael's direction, before continuing. "That I wish to discuss with you."

"And that would be-?" Satan's voice remained agitated. He never liked the visits to Heaven. We are very similar.

God sighed a little.

"It's actually not regarding you, my Son. It is regarding the young lady here." My heart plummeted through the oddly soft floor. Lucifer seemed to stand just that little bit straighter. "I am worried about you, Madam."

"My dear sir, there is no need to be." My voice cracked at the end a bit. I stared at God with all my might, but in the corner of my eye I could see Raphael stare at me with such... Determination. I refuse to look at the man, the angel, that I had the strongest feeling was ripping my life apart...

"What are the conditions that you are staying with Mr Lucifer? You are a young mortal lady. You are not yet ready to belong to our world. Yet here you are. Why?"

"That is NOT something that you need to QUESTION!" Satan has a temper, and God seemed to have set him off yet again. I silently cursed the man before me. I am going to thrown in Hell for this. Literally.

"What have you done to this Young girl?" God's attention had left me, and he turned an oddly accusing eye at the man beside me. I was right to say that today's meeting was different. God doesn't. EVER. Get angry.

"We have made an arrangement! You do NOT need to get involved! This is Organised Between me and HER!"

"Her? You are not refiring to her by a name. Why? Does she not have one?"

"HOW DARE YOU!" Lucifer growled, and his skin seemed to ripple with a glowing light. He was catching himself on fire.

"Oh my GOD! Seriously! How about you both SHUT UP!"

I am Satan's Mistress. I am not meant to speak to the Lord. I am not meant to be more than a hidden presence within the room. And yet I just yelled at His Holyness.

Shit.

Wanna hear the funny thing? It wasn't God and the Devil fighting ova me that finally set me off. It was Raphael. With his constant staring. Like... He hated me. That seriously pissed me off. And I was gonna hear none of it.

"I think it is time to leave, Master Lucifer."

"I agree." He reached out and grasped my arm: hard. With a jump, we both disappeared, and the very next second, we were in the beautiful warm air that was Hell. I breathed deeply, letting the heat and warmth seep in to my very bones.

Not that there was a point. Because when Satan turned around to me, and I saw his eyes, my very soul (Do I have one?) was frozen solid like the ice particles of the deepest part of Antarctica.

"What HAVE YOU DONE!?!?" I backed away from him. No sexy suggestions will save me from his anger now. Curse you God. " I have given you eternal youth!! You should be kissing the ground I walk on, you ungrateful little bitch! Get OUT of MY sight. NOW!!!"

I ran. I knew I was crying. But I didn't know what I did that was so wrong, so I knew I would never be able to stop. I skidded to a stop, countless corridors down, and slid to the floor. I remained there for a while, silent tears continuing with their endless flow.

When another voice spoke, from the shadows of the walls at my side, and I froze. "Why are you crying?" It asked. I turned to look at the speaker and knew... I was wrong before. Now I really am screwed.