DEVIL'S DEAL | Tom Marvolo Riddle HIATUS

[3] Gabriel, Timey Wimey and a Food Fight

White ethereal wings glared down at me, a scowl plastered in my dear brother's face. A smirk was etched on mine seeing him in a state of distress and disgust. The sun shone behind his wings, it gave him a halo of golden light.

"Do you realise what you have done you demonic wench?" He sneered at me, hurling the insult.

"Ouch," I place a hand over my heart, "That hurt brother." He let out a scoffed chuckle and narrowed his eyes at me. One of his divine hands raked through his golden heavenly hair.

Peering closer I notice the black bags underneath his eyes and the small puffs of feather falling down from his wings, his sunny glow summer that the last time I saw him. He had stubble, it was unusual for an angel of God to keep himself un-groomed. The blonde hair hung covering his face, it wasn't slicked back with gel like it usually was and his blue eyes summed that bit dimmer.

"What is wrong." I state with concern in my voice, he raises his eyes and glares ferociously at me. Gabriel answers.

"You!" He roared with his wings ruffling in a frenzy, "You are what's wrong, what you did..."

I smirk amused at his dread and his dastardly appearance, words of Latin poured from his mouth as he paced in the Slytherin table; I had to duck to avoid being hit in the face with his celestial wings.

He groaned as his foot collided with the mashed potato, he kicked his shoe and the mash went flying into a girls face who was paused with her mouth wide open. I snorted and my brother looked the girl horrified by his actions. He quickly launched over grabbing a napkin wiping the mash off her face.

"Is this about Moaning Myrtle?" I questioned curious, leaning forward in anticipation he sighed dropping the napkin. He turned towards me with a sense of sorrow within is eyes.

"Yes." He whispered, it came out as a hollow echo, "This is about Myrtle Warren, the girl who was fated to die."

Shrugging I retorted with, "No longer fated it seems." I mused. Another groan left his mouth. She should've died though, the girl had such thin skin.

"Seraphil." I launched upwards instantly my eyes blazing red with anger. Blue eyes watched me fearful with wings limp, swallowing the bile of hate I loosened my grip on his neck.

"Call me that again, and I'll have you thrown into Hell to be tortured till the humans learn not to sin." I hissed into his ear, he winced at the hot breath that scolded his angelic features.

"You'd be there for eternity brother." I tilted my head smiling to myself. My brother, in hell. Such a lovely thought.

My hand stayed latched to his throat with my eyes red and blazing, that name was gone; that person who I was, she was gone. The white wings that once rested on my back, gone. Any love or affection held for my family, gone. And here comes Gabriel muttering that name.

"My name, is Lucille." Humming I lifted him up with one hand and brought the other to trace his jawline.

"Repeat it." My eyes flickered to his. They were widened with shock.

A wicked grin spread across my face, "Lucille." He croaked and I released him from my deathly grasp.

He kneeled in the food breathing heavily, trying to intake every piece of oxygen in the air. The red markings of my hand lingered on his throat. He continued with his Drabble.

"She was fated to die Lucille, it was written by our-" she cut him off abruptly, "Your father." It earned her a stare.

"Lucille, you've changed God's plan and everything is..." he licked his lips trying to think of a word to explain it, "Excuse my language, but everything is fucked."

Plopping myself back into my seat I chuckled to myself, "what do you what me to do?"

I watched him as a sinister playful smile spread across his face, my back stiffened when I realised what this was. A message. Gabriel was the messenger.

"It isn't me that wants you to do anything, it's our-" She hissed at him again, "Your father."

" My father, wants you to fix your timey wimey wibbly wobbly mess."  He smirked, the bastard had the audacity to smirk.

"What makes you think I'll listen to him" His smirk grew wider with every second. In the name of Hell, I wanted to punch his pretty face. 

"I'll see you, soon Sister." He tutted as I leaped up from my seat unto the table to grab him. With an exploding blinding light he disappeared and  small white feather fell onto the ground.

Blasted Idiot.

It was then I realised that time had resumed since Gabriel had left and, that I was standing on top of the table with my hand over my eyes. I stood stiff thinking of what to do, laughing evilly in my head I grabbed a handful of mash potato and yelled out one of the most sinful things.

"FOOD FIGHT!" I shouted out into the hall, with a strong hand I threw the ball of mash straight into Tom Riddle's face.

I swore he was as bright as a tomato as he glared at me full of anger, chaos ensued after that as I cackled. Food was flying everywhere, including the mash potatoes. The teachers watched on horrified trying to stop the commotion, with my arms outstretched I let out a hearty laughed and made my way to the Slytherin dorm rooms.