Angelic Affairs

EIGHT

I decided to blow off school for the rest of the day. I guess I'll tell myself it's because of that gaunt-faced girl, but truthfully, I'm just afraid that I'll get an urge in class.

It's happened before, believe me, but they've gotten worse. Much worse.

I entered the supermarket because I was running low on food. Jerry Parker, this one's on you, thanks for unknowingly donating to the pity party that is me.

The store wasn't overly packed, probably because it was one in the afternoon and everyone was working. I don't like Wednesdays, I never have. They're just shitty. I don't know what it is about them, they're just... Annoying?

I grabbed a cart and started to shop.

Apples: Check.
Bread: Check.
Frosted Flakes: Check.
Milk: Check.
Munchies: Check. (2x)

I was in the middle of checking off my mental list, when someone bumped into me.

"Gabriel?" The boy asked, looking up at me. I squinted, trying to pinpoint his name.

"Hey, Eric." I greeted awkwardly. "Sorry about the other night, it's just that you were beating him up and-"

"No, I'm glad you stepped in, I can't have another probation on my record." Eric admitted, smiling sheepishly. Still wondering if he's hitting on me.

He sounds like he is.

For once I agreed with my mother. "Oh, well it was no problem then." I said, shrugging.

"Great, well I'll see you around?" He said suggestively. No you won't, hopefully never.

Even I agree with you there.

Wow, the demon agrees? Shocker.

"Yeah, sure." I lied through my teeth, walking past him to the till. I picked up a few frozen dinners on my way and paid for my food. Eric was at the till across from me and he waved. I cringed, but gave a small wave back. I walked back outside and made my way to my apartment as fast as I could.

I figured since it was only one urge, I wouldn't have to burn that shed tonight. Yippee.

Once I got home, I pulled out the old punching bag from my closet and put it on the hook in the corner of the room. It was slashed and tearing from the times I needed to practice with my knife. I untapped my wings and cringed. I'll never get used to the feeling of ripping tape off my feathers.

The thing with the belt, is that it only tightens around once. I need to wrap it in more than one place so that my wings don't snap or bend permanently. Granted, I could just get like six belts and tie myself, but I really don't have time for that.

I also took my shirt off so my wings could be free. I wrapped some tape around my knuckles and began punching the bag with force.

Imagine that's your father.

Shut up, demon.

Whether I liked it or not, I started punching the bag harder. Suddenly, I got a flash from my father. It's like he sends me memories, it's really annoying actually.

I fell back on my bed, clutching my head as the scene played out in front of me.

There was a woman, beautiful as ever, she had wings, she was an angel.

"Lillith." Someone said from behind me. I turned around and saw a someone good looking man staring right through me.

I took a few steps back and watched it unfold.

"Barbatos." My mother said, looking at him impassively.

"Don't look at me like that, I know you love me." My father teased her as if they were two normal humans.

"Love is a strong word." My mother replied, smiling a little bit.

"That's why I used it." He smirked, knowing he had won her over. Barbatos approached her until they were an inch apart.

"Barbatos, we can't." My mother, Lillith said.

"Can't do what?" He asked innocently, twirling her hair.

"I-I'm pregnant." She stuttered. Barbatos took several steps back as if he'd been shot - as if that'd actually wound him.

"Wha-"

The memory was shattered by the painful urge to do something evil. I curled up into a fetal position and stayed there until the feeling passed. I will not burn that shed today.

Tsk, tsk.

I ignored the demon and wondered why my father was showing this to me now, now that he had escaped. I still wasn't too worried about his escape, he hadn't done anything too different apart from what he usually does. He still talks to me through my mind and that's good enough for me at the moment.

I kept at the punching bag until it was about 7:00PM. At that point, I was quite exhausted from exercising for the past six hours or so. I have stamina, but even I have to admit that it was a long time to be punching a bag.

I'd been so lost in thought that I hadn't been paying attention to the time. I sighed and laid on my bed, my wings sprawled out underneath me. I dosed off quickly, indexing about my fathers whereabouts.

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I woke up sweating and hurting all over. My third urge today, are you fucking kidding me?

I looked over at the clock and found it to be 2:00AM. Well, it's a new day, time to burn that shed. Once the pain was gone, I put my burning clothes on, along with a fresh line of tape, and I ran out of the apartment. I hoped no one would break in because of my broken lock, but there wasn't much to steal so I wasn't too concerned.

Great mentality, son.

Thanks, dad! Sarcasm.

I found the shed quickly and made a ball of fire in my hand, as I had so many times before. The shed was surprisingly large for - well, a shed.

I threw the fire and watched the building burn. The cackling of the wood, the bright flames licking the sky.

I expected to hear sirens, but instead I heard a scream.

From inside the shed.

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Dun dun duhhhhhhhh

I like Mary as a character so far.