The Angel's Demonic Guardian

A Horridly Styled Invitation

Chapter 15

When the invitation to the gala comes floating through the window attached to a frilly pink parachute, Aeron knows nothing good will come from it.

Gabriel plucks the floral scented envelope from the air, opening it in one smooth motion.

Aeron quirks a brow at his general direction, eying the pastel pink parachute he had deposited into her desk.

Gabriel’s eyes scanned the invitation for a second. “The Celestial gala is in a week and according to this we–” he motioned to himself then Aeron “–are going to be opening it, as representatives of Arion Academy.”

A room full of rich, supernatural creatures? Aeron scrunched up her nose. “I’m not going.”

“That’s not an option.”

“Why not?”

Gabriel cleared his throat. “It says here that if we don’t go, and I quote, ‘I will flay the skin off your precious, attractive little faces and clip your wings–especially you, Aeron. This event is important and if you ruin the reputation of this school I will rip you apart.’ Signed, Mr Heath Daniel.”

Aiden licked his lips. “How threatening.”

“The color of that invitation is ridiculous.” Nathan quipped.

Christian rolled his eyes. “It’s just for one night, what’s the worst that could happen?”

Aeron glared at the blue eyed teen. “You’ll jinx it.”

“I hope Azazel will be there.” Carter said, from his place on the floor at the front of the room.

“Do you ever sit on a chair?” Gabriel inquires

“If Mr Daniel flays us, won’t we just heal?”

“It’ll still hurt like hell.”

“Hell is worse,” Aiden visibly blanches, “trust me.”

“So do we go?”

“No.”

Nathan mock pouts. “I like my wings.”

“Mr Daniel thinks we’re attractive.”

Carter smiles cutely. “Of course we are attractive.”

“I say we go.” Christian states.

Aeron glares again. “No.”

Christian rolls his eyes. “If you go, I’ll make Aiden prepare the apple pie you like so much.”

Aeron looks conflicted for a while, before she sighs. “Fine.”

Aiden frowns at Christian. “You only like me for my body.”

“And your food. Especially your food.” Christian chides.

“I hate you.”

“You’re still cooking dinner right?”

“Of course.”

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Aeron had met many demons before, but this one sitting on her couch was, suffice to say, the most irritating. The day had already been too tiring with the upcoming gala and all. It was bad enough that Ashley was chasing her around, thinking they were friends (which they certainly were not), but she really didn’t know what to do about Carter’s father.

“Get out of my apartment.” She said lowly, enunciating every word with as much venom as she could muster.

Sitri only licked his lips, “Oh I love it when you get feisty, it makes me want to eat you up.”

Aeron lifted a foot and promptly smashed it into the demon’s face. Or where his face would have been had he not disappeared. Sitri comes up from behind Aeron wrapping both arms around her waist and pulling her against his chest.  “You’re so rough, it’s so sexy.”

Aeron sent a glare at the cat-boy on her floor. “Get him out of here.”

Carter giggled from his position and looked up from his game of ‘mutilate the rubber mouse’. It would have been cute if the mouse wasn’t practically ripped to shreds. “Daddy was kicked out of both heaven and hell. He said he was staying here awhile.”

Sitri huffed, crossing his arms. “Malphas kicked me out and Samael wouldn’t let me in without ‘a proper invitation’. That jerk.”

Christian snapped his head up from the book he was reading, and Nathan flinched a little, pausing from fiddling with his camera before working again as if he never stopped, but no one seemed to notice. Gabriel sent Sitri a warning glance, and Aeron pursed her lips, eyebrows furrowed, the names were familiar but she wasn’t sure where they were from.

Aeron opened her mouth to ask, but Gabriel spoke up, laying a hand on her shoulder. She leaned into it, ignoring the way she was leaning into Sitri as well. She needed the support after the tiring day.

Gabriel glanced at Sitri. “I think you need to go.”

Sitri tilted his head to the side prettily, as if finally noticing the presence of the others on the room. “Oh.”

Aeron cocked an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Oh.”

“What are you going on about?” Aeron asked irately. Well, even more irately than she was a while ago.

In a flash, the heat from Sitri’s body was gone and he was reaching up to whisper something into Gabriel’s ear, so silent even Aeron couldn’t hear it. Gabriel looked conflicted, turning his gaze to look at the wall, then the window.

Before Aeron could even say anything, Sitri was behind her once again, wrapping his arms around her. “Take care, little bird. I’ll leave my son with you for your protection, I hope you’ll treat my dear Carter nicely.”

Aeron glanced at Carter, doubtful that he could protect her.

Sitri leaned in closer, grabbing her breasts. “I think you should just sleep with your Guardian already, both of you are just so oblivious.”

Aeron sputtered, but Sitri was already gone by the time she was eloquent enough to form a sentence. She didn’t know what bothered her more, what he said, or the groping.  Suddenly, she felt exhausted, she didn’t care that Angels didn’t technically need sleep, sleep was nice and she liked it, being able to shut down for a while.

Aeron collapsed into the couch, closing her eyes.

Gabriel laid a hand on top of her shoulder. “You shouldn’t sleep there.”

Aeron didn’t even bother shrugging his arm off. “I don’t care. So shut up and let me sleep.”

“And so our heroine falls into deep slumber, leaving the rest to stay in her home, rather creepily brooding over the day’s events.”

Aeron threw a cushion towards the source of the noise and judging from the resonant laugh she got back in return, the other wasn’t all that affected.

“Our heroine doesn’t take kindly to people talking and assaults them with soft, plush, feather-stuffed objects that seem to have little to no effect. Why she would choose such an inefficient weapon we will never kn–“

Aeron throws another cushion. “Shut up Nathan.”

She only gets another laugh in return and she lets sleep overtake her.

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Hey everyone who still bothers to read this story. I updated, shocker! So, I observed that Carter almost never sits on a chair an always opts to sit on the floor. Eheh. I also realized that I haven't been including Nathan as much as I should and I love my characters to death and I don't like it when othersdon't get as much attention.

The story will start moving forward now, promise.

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