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 problme. Chapter 4

Isn't it funny, when you meet someone in the furthest corners of hell and the very first thing you notice about him was the colour of his wings.

The man before me had wings of the purest white, with a gorgeous gold growing throughout.

Michael was God's right hand man; also known as the Commander of the Army of God. I sighed a little. Part of me wished that it was Raphael who was concerned about me crying, with his wings of deep red. Seriously, I need to get a life. Why would an angel... Heck, an Archangel at that, follow me into Hell to find out why I was crying!?! Wait a second. Why would they?

"What do you want?" I glared suspiciously up at the Angel before me. Funny enough, he had the exact same expression looking at me. As thought he thought I was up to something. Probably didn't help that I was Satan's Mistress. People stop trusting me when I mention that, and it is hard to bounce back from that kinda reputation.

"I was requested to see that you were alright."

"Well. Obviously I'm not." I snapped at him, in no mood to bother about proper edict. "I would feel HEAPS better, if you - and your feathery friends - left me alone!"

"I can't do that. I have been instructed to remove you from this place if I deem that this environment is no longer suitable."

"Well there is no need to do that. This place suits me just fine, thanks."

He looked at me curled up against the world, on the ground, and smirked.

"I would say I believe you. But I am afraid, I do not lie."

I glared at him and refused to respond to his comment.

"You aren't going to come with me willingly. Are you Madam?"

"Never."

"Well, then. Please don't move."

"Trust me. I am not moving anywhere."

His face was serious, as bent down to my level on the ground. I stiffened, freezing where I was as suddenly, he lifted me up. I was about to open my mouth and let out a profound amount of curses, but they never left my mouth. They froze inside of me as I looked at God's right hand man.

Holding me was hurting him. I was hurting him.

I never hurt people. I slept with a man that hurt others, but not me. Something was wrong. No. Something IS wrong. Something IS wrong, with me.

And I don't know what it is...

He jumped, and I knew where we were the moment we arrived. The white glaringness was unbearable. I swished my eyes shut. Unfortunately, Michael chose the next moment to let go of me. I feel to the ground, unable to catch myself in time. Again, I chose to silently curse him. Heaven was not the place to start openly portraying my language problems.

In the distance I heard Michael called me to follow him. He must have left me already. My eyes weren't even close to adjusting yet, but I knew I had no choice. So I hesitatively opened my eyes, and got up. I had to run to catch up with. He was waiting for me outside a little cottage like building. White stone walls, with white doors and windows. All this brightness was making my eyes water.

Inside, there were people waiting for me. I had seen the lady when she interfered with Lucifer's last plan. She had been with Raphael and Michael. The lady beamed when she saw me and gathered me into her arms.

"Good evening dear. My name is Gabriel. Are you okay? Your eye's seem to be running with water."

"The glare is painful."

"Glare?"

"From all the light?"

"I don't understand dear. Is it too bright?"

"Hell yes it is! Doesn't it bother you?"

Michael had entered after me, and scoffed immaturely at my suggestion. Gabriel just smiled, and motioned for the curtains to be drawn.

That's when I saw him. Raphael was standing in the corner, previously unnoticed by me. He moved to do as he was instructed. I watched him out the edge of my eyes, moving with an ease that made me feel jealous that I wasn't such a seductive walker.

"Well, I should be going now. I just wanted to meet our new mortal guest. It is rare to have an alive one here, you see! You are a real novelty!" Gabriel beamed at me. Despite feeling like I have been abducted, I knew I was going to like her. For an Archangel, she seemed kind of moth... What was the name? Dajavu happened all over again. She reminded me of something. I just don't know what.

As Gabriel gathered her things, and was leaving, she turned around and asked me for my name.

"I don't have one, I am afraid."

"Well that won't do! I shall find one for you. A mortal without a name? Unheard of!"

She wondered out of the house, calling to the guys as she left that they needed to find me a room. The look the two gave each other was utter confusion. Michael smirked at my direction, as I stood in my own little corner, a little unsure of myself and what I was meant to do.

"I know. Raphael, she can stay with you." Raphael almost died. I stopped breathing.

"She CAN NOT stay with ME!"

"Sure she can! Are you worried cause she's Mortal?"

"Yes!"

"Relax! All will work out fine... Just don't fall in love with her, okay Brother?"

If I was drinking, I would have sprayed it everywhere. Instead, I just chocked. On nothing.

Did one of God's angels, just talk about the guy I'M practically IN LOVE with, falling IN LOVE with ME? And am I ment to be staying in HIS room??? And SHIT! Did I totally just abandon my LOVER!?!

Oh. My. God.

Save me...