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 5

Chapter 5

He stood at the far edge of his room. I looked around and noticed that it wasn't possible for him to be further than he was right now.

I shivered, despite the perfect temperature it is in heaven. I curled myself up tighter, trying to keep my warmth with me. Raphael made no movement, continuing to stare at me on his bed, from the other side of the room. I tried to ignore him, but in a way thinking about him enabled my mind to drift away from worse thoughts. Terrible thoughts.

Thoughts of how angry Satan must be, especially to discover me staying at enemy territory. He will be furious, distraught when he discovered where I am. I wouldn't be surprised if he came here tonight, dragging me away. The anger he would be feeling, I would never survive his torture.

I shivered again.

"You can stay here tonight. I will sleep on the couch." I looked up at Raphael, his serious face holding my eyes directly to him.

"Oh, that's not necessary! You can stay with me. This bed is huge, I don't mind sharing."

"That won't be acceptable. I will stay next door."

"Seriously, its okay! I'll kept to myself, you won't know I'm here."

"Absolutely not! This is final. Goodnight."

He turned to walk away. The dread in my stomach grew as I saw his retreating back.

"Wait." I whispered. To my surprise, he did. "Don't leave me here, alone. Please." I am ashamed of the pathetic whisper that my voice had escaped in. I was begging him to stay. Clearly he didn't like me. Clearly I angered him: I screwed up everything for him. Why was I so stupid? He doesn't care about me. I'm just a massively screwed up, inconvenience to him.

I sunk my head into my hands and tried to calm my shaky breath. The bed moved to the side of me.

"I'll stay for now. Try not to touch me."

I didn't understand what he meant by that comment. Was he worried I would make a move on him? I mean, he is absolutely gorgeous, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about him. But still, I wouldn't ever try anything!

I chose to not comment, instead grateful that he hadn't left me alone for the night. I laid down, pulling the sheets tightly over me. I saw Raphael lay down next to me, on top of the sheets. He was really worried about me. I thought about it for a little, and it clicked.

I am... wait... I was the Satan's Mistress. From the outside, it probably does seem I would sleep with anyone. I must appear to be a total slut. But to be honest, I don't remember ever being with anyone else, it's just been Lucifer. Does his reputation still mean I am viewed as a Slut?

That's depressing.

Sleep took me a ridiculously long time to fall into. I listened to Raphael's breathing for most of it. Trying to guess when he had fallen asleep. But it was impossible to tell.

It felt like seconds after my eyes finally shut, and they were suddenly forced open. I jumped a little as I realised what had woken me up. Someone was beating at the door.

Cause you know. Everyone imagines going to heaven, only to be woken up with someone trying to break down your front door.

A voice from behind me spoke deeply.

"Don't move." Raphael climbed off the bed and moved towards the sound of the noise. I know I just woke up and all, but my god did he look fantastic or what? His shirt was hanging loosely off him, and he had not bothered to fix it up. And his messy unkept hair suited him breathtakingly. On that thought, Oh My God, my hair must be awful! Where is the Mirror in this place?!?

When the door opened, my eyes snapped towards the sound, giving up its pointless search for a Mirror.

An angel I have seen a couple of times before at meetings between God and Satan, but I have never met him personally. From my position still on the bed, I could tell he was as every bit as beautiful as the rest of the angels and the dark black within his white wings indicated he was an Archangel too. Maybe all the Archangels hanged in groups? Interesting theory. I will have to ask about that.

"Azrael, what are you doing here?" Raphael's voice was deep, and my arms grew goosebumps at the sound.

"Theres been a breach with the Shaddow. His lord is holding a meeting immediately. Didn't you hear your call?"

Then Azrael's eyes opened when he saw me lying on the bed.

"Raphael, you had company? That explains alot."

"Its not like that Azrael."

"We don't have time to hear what it is and isn't like, Raphael. Bring her along if you must. We have to deal with the Shaddow."

Azrael turned and left. I sat up, attempting to straighten my hair in the process.

"Whats going on?"

"I have to attend a meeting. You can stay here." I looked at him. I know he doesn't like me, but this sounds interesting, so he is just going to get over it.

"Azrael just gave me an invitation. It would be rude of me not to accept."

I jumped off the bed.

"That wasn't an invitation." He muttered, but I was already walking past him. I heard a groan, some mumbling, and next second he started to follow me out the door with not another word.

It was dark outside. But everything was still bright, still glowing with light. Everything seemed, misty in a way. I could only identify buildings, and objects, but they swam into and out of view as I walked along. Like everything was in motion, floating around me.

I followed Raphael, letting him guide me through this maze that is Heaven. After a short while, Raphael, who had been marching at quite a rapid pace, started to slow down. We stopped. He turned back and looked at me.

My breath slipped away when I looked up at him, the night shimmering light giving him the most gorgeous, unreal glow. I never been so close to him before. I could reach out and touch him if I dared. His chest was heaving, as he looked down at me. My focus weaved its way up from the sight of his perfect chest that I could see glimpses of, up his square shoulders, through to his neck and face, and slowly to settle on his beautiful eyes. They were wide, staring straight down at me. He looked like he was absorbing ever detail about me. Like the way my heart was pounding, how my eyes could not break away, how I was swaying as thought trying to decide if I wanted to close the gap or make it further.

"You need to know what you are about to go into." His voice was serious. I knew I didn't need to respond. I just needed to listen. "There has been a form almost. A creature. We have been monitoring it for many years now."

I couldn't help myself. I had to ask.

"What kind of creature?" He didn't seem to mind me asking, and simply answered it.

"A dark force. It feeds off the pain and fear of humans. Over the last few centuries, it has been growing stronger, as suffering has steadily increased, due to Mankind's terrible decisions. We have grown to refer to it as the Herman's Shadow."

His voice wavered at that last part. As though, the very idea of this creature caused this archangel honest worry and sadness. I was frightened to ask. But I knew I needed to know the full story: the truth.

"What does it do exactly?" I whispered my question, wishing I could take it back the moment it left my mouth. He was whispering now too.

"It feeds on people's memories of pain, until it takes over completely, and destroys their very soul."