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 9

Its a tiny bit short, Because I didn't actually get to go to sleep last night, cause I have been so busy with Uni! Urgh... But here goes!!!

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Chapter 9

I was shaking ever so slightly as I wandered my way through the familiar halls of hell. I used to find the warmth and burning of fire along the edges of my path as inviting: an indication of home. Even though I had been out of Hell for but a few days, already it felt like I no longer belonged here.

The fire was hot and edgy. But it was nothing compared to the fire burning deep within me... just waiting until it finds the right person, before it unleashes itself into this world. And then we shall see true fire.

Raphael was following my every step, silently. I appreciated him bringing me here, but a little part of me was wishing he was not about to witness my coming actions. But he gave me no hint that he would be leaving me soon, and I don't have the heart to send the angel I adore, away from me.

The moment I saw his lounge room door, I knew that I would find him within. I swerved in its direction, and without a moment's hesitation, pulled both doors open.

The devil himself sat in a burning red lounge before me, and bottle of only-god-knows-what kind of alcohol in his hand. The moment his eyes fell on me as, I could feel his hatred penetrate my skin. He was mad that I had returned into his home. Scrambling up for the chair, he started to advance on me.

The thing is, he might have been angry and all that, but me: I was Furious.

I closed the gap between us in a moment, slamming into his chest so that he was forced backwards and almost fell back down into the chair. He had seriously misunderstood what I was here for.

"How. Dare. You!?!!?" I breathed at him. He looked confused at me questioned, and although he could tell that I seemed dangerous, he retaliated back.

"Says the girl whom I never wanted to see here again! Get out of my HELL!" his deep voice bellowed around the room. He took in Raphael, who stood at the room entrance, and that seemed to anger him more.

"I needed help! Not someone to steal away my pain, forcing me to could forget!!!" his eyes grew wide before me, and he finally caught on.

"You agreed! You cannot be angry at me for something you agreed to!"

"AGREED!?! Are you KIDDING ME! Of course, I bloody agreed! I had just witnessed murder! I needed to escape. You took my moment of weakness to steal away my life!"

He chuckled, smoke drifting out of his mouth in the process, and moved away from me.

"I'm Lucifer, my dear. What did you expect?"

"You should NEVER have taken me away! I had no idea of my life before hand! YOU KIDNAPPED ME, WHEN I HAD NO CONTROL! WHEN I WAS IN NO STATE OF MIND TO MAKE MY OWN DESCISIONS. AND THEN FORCED ME TO-"

"You chose to do all that, young mortal. I didn't make you do Anything..." He smirked, and I almost threw up.

"You gave me no choice. I remembered nothing of my past. All I knew was you."

He walked further away from me, over towards his cabinet full to the brim with some of the strongest drinks to ever exist. Him making humour of it, smirking at me, walking away from me was what pushed me over the edge.

I couldn't restrain myself any longer. The need to physically hurt him for what he did to me, gave me just enough anger to pick up the glass bottle, left empty on the table, and thrown it towards his face.

I got pretty close too.

Just not close enough.

As the glass smashed along the wall almost directly behind him, he turned to look at me. And I knew I had lost this fight. Because there is absolutely nothing I can do when he twists his hands, encouraging the fires around the room to come forwards with his bidding. And then he threw it at me.

I pulled up my arms just in time. I felt the fire latch onto my skin, burning and shrivelling up at first touch. There was some yelling, but I had no idea who or what was being said, for I could hear nothing over my own screaming.

Then there was wings beating, and I was lying on bed in Raphael's room.

He was wearing some white gloves, and was gently rubbing a cream onto my scared and cracked arms.

"How long have I been out?"

"Only a little while. I got your out of there as soon as I could, and brought you straight back to here. Figured you were safest here, Darci. How do your burns feel?" I looked down at my arms again. I hadn't felt them hurting this whole conversation. I smiled back at him. He returned my smile when he started pulling off his white gloves.

"Amazing. You're really good aren't you?" Raphael chuckled, and my heart jumped.

"I am the angel of healing. One would hope that I am half decent!"

He sat on the edge of his bed, and we both watched as the burn scars began to disappear, and my red skin started to turn its normal pale shade.

"I'm sorry it didn't work out how you were hoping for." Raphael whispered to me. I looked up at his gorgeous face, and saw the sadness in the corner of his eyes.

"It's okay. My plan was never a very solid plan. And at least I got the opportunity to express what I felt before he completely shut me away."

Raphael opened his mouth as thought he was to say more, but never followed through. Instead, he turned his head.

"I am being summoned. I have a feeling that another meeting is being called."

"What does that mean?"

But he never answered me.