Hers

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

            A ding sounded and the elevator doors slid open with a loud knocking sound.  There was another office looking area on this floor with a much smaller waiting area.  Two large doors sat directly in front of the elevator with another set of doors to the left, beside an office area.  The woman sitting behind the window looked up at Ace.  Her head was shaped oddly.  It was longer than a humans and her limbs were longer, she was tall, taller than a normal human should be.  I gasped as I saw her pupil expand to overtake all of her eye, much like Ace’s did in his moments of uncontrollable rage or lust.

            “What is she?”  I hissed up at Ace.

            He scowled down to me.  “She’s a Nephilim,” he answered, “and it’s not polite to stare.”

            I forced my eyes away from her and looked up at Ace.  “What’s a Nephilim?”  He closed his eyes and huffed, obviously irritated by my lack of knowledge on the subject of creatures I didn’t know existed.

            “They’re half human, half fallen angel,” he answered.

            “Fallen angel?”

            “Damn it Lilly, have you never gone to a bible study?”  I blinked up at him.  He sighed.  “The angels who sinned,” he looked at me as if waiting for me to remember something.  “Who did not keep their proper domain, but left their own abode?”

            “What are you saying?”  I half yelled.

            “The fallen, Lilly, the fallen.  They fell from heaven.”

            “Why?”  I asked.

            “Different reasons.”

            “Is Sam a fallen angel?”  I asked, genuinely curious.  Ace’s jaw tightened.

            “Samael is an archangel,” he answered in a clipped tone.

            “Well, what’s the difference?”

            “Why don’t you ask him?”  With that he walked towards the Nephilim.

            I took a seat in one of the dark red chairs and let my eyes wander the ceiling.  I half expected there to be naked angel babies painted on the smooth surface or a statue of Satan in the middle of the room.  The air was colder.  Something spooky and spine tingling was in the atmosphere.  But hidden beneath all the unsettling nerves was something…exciting.  It was like there was electricity crackling through the cool air.  Something inside me whispered that I was exactly where I needed to be and that this rush of excitement was familiar, welcoming.

            Ace made his way back to me, his eyes dark and treacherous.  He was obviously still upset.  He opened his mouth as if to say something, but a loud buzz erupted into the air and he seemed to have changed his mind.

            “Come on,” he rumbled and pulled the door open.

            As usual, Ace couldn’t be bothered to hold the door open.  It was starting to irritate me less and less.  Rudeness was becoming more like an odd quirk rather than a character flaw.

            I followed him down the carpeted hallway to a set of double doors.  I kept my eyes locked on his back rather than on the gargoyles and frightening pictures.  Some of the paintings I recognized.  Replicas of images like Salome with the Head of Saint John the Baptist and The Last Judgment lined the hallway.  Others were foreign to me, most looked too terrifying to exist, let alone hang in a hallway as decoration.