Aberrant Love

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Soul Trades And Past Tragedies 

Chris

I slam my hand down on the alarm clock the moment it goes off, never truly needing it, only for comfort of routine and a familiar noise to bring me out of my nightmare that reoccurs every night. I heave a sigh as I sit up and look around my small dingy apartment room. I try not to clinch at my chest as the pain of where I got shot still felt freshly wounded. I knew the dream was a memory.

The only memory I have.

I take a shower, shave and get dressed in my usual police uniform. All in an hour and a half. By this time my phone chimes and I answer it without hesitation.

"We've got a lead, a top notch demon, most wanted in our book in being saved. She goes by the name of 'Kawala'. Meet me in my office in thirty minutes." He said seeming to flip through pages and pages of reports as I heard the shuffle of papers in the background. I said nothing and hung up taking this all in with a stoic expression as I hopped into my car and drove down to the police station within twenty minutes. Though it was a sunny day in California, I never felt truly sunny on the inside and wore black shades. I knew this was urgent because Roger never asked me to come in, in that short amount of time, he always gave me time to get my coffee.

I tried not to seem grumpy as I walked in the station greeting everyone with a nod. The station seemed to be in its usual frenzy, phones ringing and ringing, people arguing over what the best move would be to punish such crimes in the city. This was no ordinary police station, there were Earth Angels that walked among them. I look over to my right to see Bastion at work on the computer drinking his red bull, the kid never truly sleeps. Then we have Eve, to my left, at her desk ignoring all incoming calls with headphones on rocking her head to that horrible Metal. The irony that we all stationed here is beyond me. I only recently became what I am. I have no memory of my past life.

I make my way to Roger's office and walk in without a sound taking a seat, the chair is a bit small for me. I have a rather stocky and muscular build. Most mistaken me as a dangerous person or what I like to call it, a black beast.

Roger wearing his own police uniform stood with his back to me as he studied a report and took a sip of his coffee. I swore his halo showed even in his human form, his blonde hair had a golden tint to it. We all don't look like your average angelic Joe, as you can probably tell by now. We come from all different backgrounds which granted us a ticket to become this. Most of us don't remember our past life and most are content with it as they only take one memory with them of what they did to be here. Five years in and I am still adjusting.

Roger's body slowly turns as he set his coffee down and choked on his last swallow finally sensing my quiet presence and patted his chest to breath, his grey eyes finally locking with mine.

"Good...Gracious, Chris! How many times do I have to tell you to knock before you come in?" He says finally catching his breath, one hand waving the papers around. This makes me chuckle and point to the other cup of coffee that sat on his desk.

"Is that for me?" I say grabbing it and taking a sip with a sigh of relief. I never get full sleep, always four hours of sleep. I look at Roger and realize he hadn't gotten any sleep either, he had slight bags under his eyes. I narrow my gaze.

"What have you caught onto this time, Roger?" I say taking another sip on my coffee, he put just the right amount of milk and cream, just how I liked it.

He took a seat at his desk and flipped the book over to me and leaned back in his chair, his expression boggled.

"This demon is mysterious. We barely have anything on her yet she was put on the list to be saved. Off and on now we've come close to capturing her, but now it seems she's fallen off the radar. Of course we have some leads, but how she climbed up to be such a well known criminal...They say someone close to her was murdered and that made her go on a downward spiral of dirty deeds and she died doing it and came back a low demon." He spoke in an exasperated tone as I read the paper given to me. This barely made me blink, I read the report in silence.