(9 hours later)
I found my room some hours before after walking through the halls, there was a door with my name engraved to a piece of wood, after getting in I found a paper on the doorbell inside that said 'occupied' in red, with a little devil emoji, that I was supposed to put on the door to keep the maid from getting inside, I imagined, so I did. The room was enormous and decorated in diverse tones of pastel pinks from the walls to the sheets on the bed, the wood furniture was dark brown, everything screams Victorian time, making me feel like a duchess or dare I say, like a queen? Around the bed, I found some bags and on the bed a piece of paper that said 'for Luna, best regards, Samael' it was not handwritten, the whole thing felt very presumptuous and I had to roll my eyes. Going through the bags I found everything, from hygienic products to make up, from lingerie to shoes. Everything fits me and I chose the pieces that aren't provocative or scandalous like the leather skin skirt and the tiniest top on the face of the earth. I took a long bath on the bathroom behind the door at the left of the room, reading one of the various books on the shelves that the room had to offer, putting on a black bathrobe after. After I take the bags I don't want and put them outside the room, hoping they'll be gone when I decide to leave the room – they were – I start to organize my new clothes on the previously empty wardrobe, wondering for a moment about what Balthazar might be doing in his room. I start struggling not to pick up one of the phones of the house and dial my mother's number, so I decide to entertain myself with the books, most of them were signed by the own authors to Samael Valentine, some of them were even personalized as if he knew the writers very well, I wonder what kind of adventures he lived, I bet they would give an amazing book, the books are very old but very well preserved. Later I put on some shorts, a simple shirt and bind my hair together, I get out of my room and walk through the hall, feeling my biological clock asking for something to eat. I am excited about starting to help people, hopefully, Balthazar won't make me talk about my feelings anymore. With an idea on my mind of how to locate people, I get in the living room and search for a phone I can use, I look for Emerson's number and when I find it I call him, he picks up after the second ring.
"Emerson Junior, how can I help?"
"Hello, it's me, Luna Valentine... I was wondering if you could make me a favor?"
"Whatever you desire my lady."
I smile and make my request, he assures me he will get me everything by night and I thank him politely. We hang up and I go to the kitchen, where I make myself a sandwich and pour fresh orange juice made by the maid into a glass. I walk to the dining room on the other side of the kitchen and opposite to the living room and eat in peace until I hear a couple of voices elevate on the other side, if I haven't left the doors that give access to each room open, I would not be able to hear them. I take my plate and my glass and walk towards the voices.
"You're out of your mind brother! Even I haven't done as much for a human."
"This is not the time for a lesson."
"I think it's appropriate, you're feeding her... that's bullocks."
"I'm trying to help her, I have it under control."
"At least tell me you've had sex with her."
"No! That is not my intention."
"How do you think you'll be able to stop her from jumping all over you? because heaven is the only place angels don't have needs and desires as humans do, you know that."
"I'm doing my best."
"If I were you... well, I am not stupid enough to use my blood more than once in a human, I know the consequences, but if I felt the need to help someone like her for whatever moral reasons you might think you have, I'd take her for a ride, she's hot as hell brother."
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LUNATIC
FantasyA girl with nothing to lose gets lost in an unknown place surrounded by things that she cannot understand after she tries to kill herself. A battle between good and evil takes place around her as she duels her own mind. With this story I bring you a...