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 7

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Chapter 6

"Hun. Are you okay? You haven't said anything since the meeting."

With a soft sigh, I came back to reality and found myself sitting in a brightly lit kitchen. Gabriel stood in front of me, an egg in one hand, frozen as she waited for my response.

"What? Oh yeah, I'm totally fine. Sorry, just lost myself for a bit there."

Gabriel smiled as me, and continued cracking the eggs.

"How were you wanting your breakfast, dear? Scrambled, pouched, hard boiled?"

"Um. Scrambled sounds wonderful, Thanks."

The door squeaked open, and Michael slanted in.

"Ladies."

I've never thought about it much, because all I've ever really seen of him is a warrior, a soldier. But looking at him now, his head bent crookedly as he looked at us both, I could tell he would be a bit of a lady's man.

The thought made me smile, I looked back Gabriel, I noticed that she seemed to shrug his presence off. Just like he was a brot..."

That dajavu again! Their relationship reminded me of something, something I should know. Why can't I describe it?!?

Gabriel served up the eggs into 3 bowls, and we ate in peace. For a while. My mind was consumed with noise. None of which I was able to sort out logically.

There was a gentle knocking on the door and at Gabriel's invitation, it opened. Uriel stepped through the door way. I turn to watch him enter. Seeing him up close for the first time ever, I noticed how attractive he was. Being an archangel; had some pretty impressive benefits.

As I looked at him, I noticed something looked out of place. It took me a moment to put my figure on it. Then I realised: the only time I have seen this angel, he was giving advice to the most powerful being in existence. I would never have been able to even imagine seeing him inside a kitchen. His whole image screamed out of the ordinary.

"What can we do you for, Uriel?"

"You came here for eggs?" Micheal muttered, almost in a way of offering. But he pulled his bowl closer, and hugged it tight, giving an entirely different suggestion. Uriel looked at the food with a frown.

"Food is not essential. No thank you."

"I'm sorry?" I asked, question implied within my face.

Uriel walked around to the othersider of the counter, until he was directly in front of me.

"Angels have no actual need for food or sleep."

"Then why do you?"

"Angels live their human lives on earth. They transfer to this world, where they do not need these things, and it confuses them. By his Lord creating night and day, he allows everyone to continue with a sense of familiarity and normality. Night time also invites people to have solitude and a sense of independence. I believe the term is 'alone time'. Overall it is quite popular."