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 11

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Chapter 11

By the time the meeting finally ended, and we got back to Raphael's place, night had truly fallen.

Slightly exhausted, I felt the need to have a shower, and freshen myself up. As I was leaving, Raphael informed me that I won't need to wear the gloves any longer, and that they would have done their job. The cool water of my shower worked perfectly. However, I did put my gloves back on after it.

When I entered back into the main living room, the very first thing I noticed was the feast set out on the table. Pasta, with deep tomato sauce dripped over it, and dribbled with cheese sat either side of an arrangement of breads, fruits and salads.

Raphael came out of the kitchen, wiping his hands. He smiled when he saw me.

"Hungry?"

"Starving." I agreed.

He motioned me to join him at the table, where he pulled out my chair for me. I couldn't stop smiling as I took the seat, finding the contrast in the two types of company I have experience just over the last few days, rather funny. When I realised that I was smiling like a complete idiot, I tried to tone down my happiness just a bit.

We ate in silence, for a while. Not that I minded.

"Raphael?"

"Hmm?"

"Why did you hate me when I first came to Heaven?" He put down his fork.

"I never hated you Darci."

"But you did! I could tell! You were furious at me."

"I was furious at the situation."

"I am the Bloody situation, Raphael!!!'

Our perfect dinner lay forgotten beneath us.

"That's not what I meant! I am referring to you being in hell. I couldn't comprehend how someone like yourself could end up in hell..."

"Someone like me!?! What does that MEAN???"

"Darci, No! This is not coming out right!" He groaned and sunk his head into his hands, running his fingers slowly back through his hair. "Darci, what I am trying to say is that you are beautiful. When we first met, and I saw you beside Satan, I knew it was wrong. I knew the whole thing was wrong. It was me who was questioning it so. God held the meeting at my request-"

"The one where God accused my lover of foul play?!?" I knew I didn't see the devil as my lover any longer, but I was furious and it just slipped out before I could stop myself.

"And I was RIGHT! Look what he did to you! What he took away! I saved you Darci!"

I scraped my chair back.

"You intervened when I didn't need you to. You ruined everything." I twirled away.

"What about your dinner?" I heard him whisper behind me.

"I lost my appetite."

As soon as I was lying in the darkness of Raphael's room, I realised the most important thing.

Raphael was right: He did save me.

If I was still there, I would never have know what had happened to me. Sure it was painful, and it hurts that I can't remember a single moment of my human life, but now I know what happened to me, how I got to be where I am now. If I had stayed in Hell, if Raphael had never questioned why I was there, I would still be living a lie. I was practically a slave, an object, manipulated into serving him. Raphael did save me.

I lay there, sleep refusing to join me, my mind continuing on this new train of thought; this definitely more happier train of thought.

During that whole argument, I did hear him say that I was beautiful. That's got to be a bonus, right?

He came into bed shortly later. He didn't bother to change his clothes, instead he lay directly onto the bed sheet.

"Darci?"

"Yeah?" I held my tongue to stop me from saying more: every inch of me wanted to breakdown and apologise for my outburst. But a part of me could tell that he wanted to say something to me, and that I should let him.

"I am so sorry for intervening. That wasn't my place. I should have approached you, discussed the situation with you and together we could have made a plan. I should never have tried to personally stop him; all it did was make things complicated and difficult for you. I am so sorry Darci..."

I rolled over so that we were facing each other.

"Thank you. For saying so. But you were right." I whispered back

"About what?" He whispered in reply.

"You saved me. I was in Hell, and you saved me. Thank you." I didn't know why we were whispering to one another, but surprisingly it felt right.

"I just wanted to help you."

"And you did!" I assured him.

He looked down at my hands.

"Are you still wearing your gloves?" Even thought it was dark, I was pretty sure he could see me blush.

"I had to. I don't want to hurt you, but accident."

"But it's okay if you do it purposely." I poked my tongue out at him, very maturely, as his teasing suggestion. He chuckled in response.

"All in all seriousness... What are we going to do about the Herman's Shadow?" I asked him. It was a bit of a change in subject I know, but since we had solved our current problem, it popped straight back into my mind. From the look on his face, he hadn't been able to ignore the problem either.

"We are working on it. Don't worry, everything will be okay. I promise." As he said that, he reached down and wrapped his figures through my gloved hand.

I attempted to fall asleep just like that, holding the hands of the Archangel who saved me.

But I couldn't. There was something, something in this Shadow, that I needed to notice. I struggled to pin point exactly what it was. What were the facts again? It was a being that stole a human's soul. It feels on their memories and pain, destroying them.

Man, aren't I lucky then. I got no memories. If I was to meet it, I would be one of the only people it can't destroy me...

OMG. THAT WAS IT! I have no memories. So, in theory, I could be used as... bait, or something. A distraction even! It wouldn't be able to hurt me, because I have absolutely no memory of my life. Very little has happened to me in this life now. I would be perfect! I absolutely need to speak to God, to try and get him to agree. If we could use me, we might have an upper hand on this whole situation... It would be perfect.

I rolled over to get out of bed.

"Where are you going?" His deep voice sounded surprised.

Shit. Forgot angels never sleep...