True Confessions of the Angel of Death

The She-Devil

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Days passed. Some I saw Jake, others I didn't. Hanna and Tucker were my constant companions. I assumed that by now, not only my family and friends, but the reapers and Heaven as well would have noticed my absence and would be looking for me. I could only hope that someone had seen what had happened and knew where I was. My biggest enemy here was time. Every day it got harder and harder to hope that I would get out. I knew that I had to stay strong strong and keep my faith. If I gave up, Jake would win and I refused to let that happen.

Tuck, Hanna, and I were in my room one night as usual. We sat in comfortable silence. I was brushing out out my curls as they dried from from my bath. Hanna was clearing my dishes from dinner, humming softly, and Tucker was tending the fire. The calm moment was interrupted when we heard the buzz of a key card in the door and Jake let himself in.

"Just let yourself in why don't you?" I rolled my eyes and put the brush down on the vanity my hair falling against the gray silk blouse I wore, just reaching the waist of the black, calf length skirt I wore. I found that when I wore things that were similar to what I had worn in the 40s, Hanna seemed more at ease and talked more because of the sense of familiarity.

"What? Not happy to see me?"

"No."

"And why is that?"

"Where do I start?" I stood up and crossed my arms. "Maybe with the way you treat people?"

"Why should I treat them any other way? They eat, they breed, they sleep, they fight-they're nothing but basic organisms. Look at what billions have done to the planet; their very existence is killing your precious earth and you blame us for it."

"If evil had never entered Eden, mankind would still be there, perfectly safe and happy."

"That was eons ago."

"And man is still suffering for it."

"It gave you a purpose didn't it? A job?"

"Yes, a job which, thanks to you, I'm not doing right now."

"Life and death are irrelevant here. We simply are."

We would have kept on like this but a woman walked into the room in a golden halter top, a leather skirt, and a strappy pair of heels. Her lips were shiny from a sticky red gloss and her eye make up was on the brink of making her look like a raccoon. It took me a minute but I realized that it was the barmaid from club Pride. She gave me a fleeting glance and sashayed over to Jake.

"So this is where you've been hiding." She pouted.

"I wondered how long it'd be before you showed up." He said lazily, "You know you're getting yourself a reputation as a stalker."

"Shame a bad reputation don't mean jack here."

Jake rolled his eyes, "Azrael, meet Asia, my...very personal...personal assistant. She gets stressed if she doesn't know exactly where I am at any given time."

I gave her a once over. She was tall, but part of that was because of the fawn colored strapped heels she wore. She caught me looking at them and smirked with pride.

"Jimmy Choo. Divine aren't they? Jake has them specially made for me every season. What are you...Wearing..." She paused, looking down, anger flashing across her face at the Christian Louboutin, red sole, pumps i wore, hand embroidered with silver threads and small diamonds. It was obvious which pair cost more.