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 12

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Chapter 12

"Where are you going?" he asked me again.

I knew that there was no way to avoid the truth. So I honestly didn't bother.

"I was sneaking out."

"Why? Where too?"

"Raphael. The concept of sneaking out to leave undetected, with no-one aware of where you are going. If you were NORMAL, I would be able to do that!"

The moment the words left my mouth, I felt just terrible. He didn't seem offended too much, by my accusation, thought. He did, however, lay back down. I sat dumfounded, as he closed his eyes, and breathed deeply. Then a little smirk reached its way to my mouth.

"Um, Raphael. If I was to really sneak out, and you were to be an average human, I would have waited till you were snoring before I leave."

His eyes snapped open again, just to check he had heard me right. After rolling them, he shut his eyes and a deafeningly loud snore emerged moments later. He seemed to enjoy the opportunity to join in with my teasing.

I slipped out of the bed, grabbed a jacket and was at the doorway of his room, when his ridiculous snoring stopped.

"Darci?"

"Hmmm?"

"If you need me for anything, please call."

"Absolutely."

It wasn't until I was several streets away that it clicked that I had no plan, and no way to find out where god was or anywhere. It was dark, and as per usual no angel around. You think they would make this place easier to navigate. It's meant to be heaven. Why is it so darn annoying?!?

I needed to talk to someone about my plan. From what I knew about the other archangels, I figured Michael would have to be my best shot regarding chances of him agreeing with my plan. My mind flickered to this idea on how to calling an archangel. But how was it meant to be done?

"Michael?" I whispered into the dark air around me. Nothing happened. I stool waiting for something, anything, for a couple of minutes. Just as I debated calling again, thinking I might have been too quiet the first time around, I heard the sound of beating wings.

Then there before me landed the archangel of God's army.

"Darci? I wasn't expecting you to be calling me. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry to call you to me so late and everything."

"Thats okay. I wasn't doing anything too important..."

We stood in silence for a little too long. I didn't know how to start was I was going to say.

"Well...." Michael muttered, he too feeling the awkwardness of our situation.

So I blurted it out.

"I-want-to-sacrifice-my-self-to-save-man-kind"

"That's great hun- wait! WHAT?!"

"From the Shadow! What if I sacrifice myself? It could work, Please we have to do something! Using me would be perfect!"

He took several steps closer to me, and broke that thing called personal space.

"I have no idea why you think giving yourself would give us an advantage! But I cannot let you suggest such a thing! Like it would ever be agreed upon! Like you, of all people, would be allowed on such a mission!!!"

"What do you mean by THAT!" I snapped.

"I have never met such a daft human before in my entire existence! How is it that you have no idea how important people see you. And by people, I am referring to one particular angel, ofcourse!" He snapped right back at me.

"Maybe, I am such a bad human, because I have NO MEMEORIES regarding being a human, and living on earth, and all that you guys seemed obsessed with up here! Maybe, that is why I think I would be perfect! The shadow feeds of memories, right? Then it has nothing to feed off from me. I am the only human who no human memories to which it could use against me."

His mouth was open, ready to rebuttle my point. But he couldn't think of anything in response.

"Do you agree?" I pushed. "Is it possible that could work!?" the excitement in my voice gave away my eagerness to help them all. He closed his mouth. When he reopened it, only one word escaped.

"Uriel?"

"Uriel? Why are you calling him now?!? What do you think of my theory?"

"I honestly do not know what to make of both you, and your theory."

He stepped out of my personal space, choosing instead to start winding his way around me, almost as though he was deep in thought, with no concern where he was heading.

"Are we having a midnight party, my brother?" Uriel's voice was slow. Suspicious almost.

"I am afraid not. Madam Darci here has a concept I wish to have your views on."

He looked through the darkness at me. I gulped.

"And what would this concept be?"

"I was wondering, if the shadow would affect me?

"It feeds on the memories of beings. You would prove an interesting case, for you have no memories, do you not?"

"I do not" I agreed.

He nodded and Michael stopped marching.

"Thank you Uriel. Michael can I ask for just one more favour?"

"Sure."

"I need you to organise a meeting with His Lord. I want to use myself as bait, and Trap the Herman's Shadow."

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