Blessed With A Curse | Mike Kuza Fic

Assignment

*Kuza's POV*

I walked down the long, red hallway, ignoring the sounds of screaming Mortals as they were tortured by my brothers and sisters.

Normally, I would be taking part; I loved torturing souls. Right now, though, I was on my way to see my Master, Synacky.

I'm a Demon, you see, and this is Hell. I'm one of the best Demons there is, and my Master loves me. I always get the best assignments.

I opened the door to Synacky's office, and found him sitting against the wall, fiddling with his guitar.

Synacky has really short dark brown hair, fairly tall, and like me, he's covered in tattoos.

When he was alive, he was in a band. But then he sold his soul for fame, and now here he is.

I closed the black door behind me, releasing the silver doorknob and stepped over to him, my black, shoulder-length hair swishing around my face over my two inch gauges.

I cleared my throat to get Synacky's attention, and he shushed me as he continued playing a few more cords on his guitar.

I fought back a growl as I waited; I don't like being summoned for no reason, when I could be torturing someone.

I folded my tattooed arms, leaning across the surprisingly cool wall to wait.

After a couple of minutes, he set the guitar down next to him and stood. "I appreciate your waiting, Kuza." he told me, nodding his head at me before walking to his desk.

His desk was black metal, covered in case files of people in Hell, and people that owed their souls.

He pawed through a few files before handing me one. "You have a new one to retrieve." he informed me with a wicked smile.

Synacky went on to tell me that my victim was named Abigail, and I was to use the mirror portal to find her. From there, my hunting instincts would lead me directly to her.

I opened the file and looked at her picture to familiarize myself. She had brown eyes, like myself, with pink hair, and tanned skin.

"What's she coming down for?" I questioned, handing him back the file.

Synacky merely shrugged. "Our Father ordered the taking of her soul, and gave no reason."

I cringed at his answer, and felt the 2g tunnel in my septum shift. Whenever our Father ordered a taking without reason, it was often personal.

Oh how I hoped I would be allowed to torture her. No one crosses my Father, and no one crosses me.

*Celeste's POV*

I heard the familiar chime of being summoned by the Angel Destiel, the one who gave us low-level Angels our assignments.

I followed the sound to Destiel, where he was sitting in his chair, feet up on his desk, eating a pie, and wearing a trenchcoat.

I know that's not really customary behavior for an Angel, but our Father lets it slide, since Destiel always does an immaculate job with any task he performs.

Destiel often works with his brother, Sabriel. Though we are all brothers and sisters, Sabriel was Destiel's brother when they were alive.

I knocked on his open door to gain his attention. His head lifted, and he smiled. "Come on in." he granted, his voice muffled by a mouthful of pie.

I chuckled quietly, stepping inside and closing the glass door so we could privately discuss our business.

"Hello Destiel." I greeted him with a smile. He swallowed his food quickly to return the greeting.

"I have a new assignment for you today."

Destiel went on to tell me I was to protect a Mortal named Abigail, because there was a strong Demon looking to take her soul.

I asked why, and he shrugged. "My sources say not even this Demon knows why, he's merely following our fallen Brother's orders."

I sighed, and he handed me a picture of the girl. She was rather pretty: tanned skin, pink hair, brown eyes. I wondered why the Demon was after her.

Regardless of the reason, I've been given an assignment, and I will protect this girl, Abigail, at all costs.

Picture of Celeste --------->

You are listening to "No Escape" by KUZA Band.