Hell Within Heaven's Gates

9

"My father needs to speak with you. Now," he peeked into the room after hearing someone shuffle around.

"Alright, let me change real quick," Immane shifted so she was blocking his view of the room more.

Azazel gave her a suspicious look before walking away, disappearing down the hall.

Immane shut the door, "great job, you almost got caught."

"Shut your horny ass up, you try sitting feeling like a nail is digging into your back and tell me how long you can sit still for," she said annoyed, as well as popping her head up while speaking.

"I can definitely stay more than 30 seconds if my life depended on it."

"You don't even have to change though- you lied to him."

"Someone's observant," Immane crouched down under the bed.

"Whatcha doin- and why," Seraphine questioned standing up.

"Since I can't trust you to stay in one spot, I'll have to tie you up," she stood back up, rope in hand.

"Wait. What?" She stared at the rope, before looking back up at Immane.

"Arms out," Immane ordered, going to the same side of the bed.

Seraphine didn't know why she complied, but she held her arms out for her.

Immane wrapped the rope around her wrists, never looking up at Seraphine. She tied it quickly, like she's done it many times before.

While observing her tie the knot it made Seraphine uncomfortable, and a bit sad. Thinking about all the people she's probably tied up.... what did she do with them whilst they were tied? Questions raced through her head, none of them ending in a way that lifted her spirits.

Immane still didn't look at her. She pulled on the ropes, then tied her to the bedpost. "Comfortable?"

"U-uhm yeah, I guess so," she stuttered out. Her face was beginning to flush an adorable shade of pink. Even angels, yes angels, have dirty minds sometimes.

Immane saw her blush and smirked, "maybe later," she walked to the closet and put a shirt on over the tank top, making it seem like she changed. Immane didn't look at Seraphine before she left.

"Ah- and she's gone.." She looked around the room getting very bored very quickly. She started finagling and trying to figure out how to lay down with her arms being tied where they were. She ended up settling in a very uncomfortable position, but it would work for now.

Immane made it to the throne hall placed in the center of hell. It was a large room guards on either side forming a sort of tunnel, at the end sat Lucifer, the Devil.

"Welcome, Immane," Lucifers low voice echoed through the room.

Immane bowed moderately, "Lucifer."

"Have you made any progress with that angel?" He glared down at her, he expects the truth.

Immane knew that, "no, Azazel suggested I stop and start again today. I was just going to try again."

"I see, have you made any sort of headway at all," he growled.

Immane looked at the ground, "I- I believe so. I think I can get her to confess something today."

"Now, regarding the war, I need you up there at least five hours out of twenty-four. Most of the other demons are brainless, only you and my son have caught angels, I need more, you understand?" His eyes started to glow with the heat of Hell Fire.

Immane clenched her fist silently, "yes sir."

"Good, now get out of my sight, and go work on that angel. Heaven cannot win."

Immane bowed very quickly before practically sprinting out of there.

Lucifer clenched his fist as she left the room. Hell cannot be taking any setbacks. Heaven already has a bit of ground on Hell.

Immane ran back to her room, throwing the door open.

Seraphine looked towards the door, sitting up a bit too fast. She fell off the bed putting her arm in an uncomfortable and painful position. She looked up at Immane, sighing with relief.

Immane closed the door behind her, and walked over to Seraphine, untying her from the bed so she wouldn't be in pain. She looked like she was thinking.

She looked over Immane rubbing her arm, "what's got you all worked up?"

"The war," Immane mumbled, removing the ropes from her wrists.

"You see, I can't sympathize for you, I got taken oUt of the war," she shot a glare at Immane.

"Ah, yes, I apologize for not killing you," Immane tossed the ropes on the bed.

She rolled her eyes and shifted up to the bed, sitting so her legs were hanging off.

"So what news did you get anyway, can't be that bad."

Immane crossed her arms, "only the fact that I have to fight twice as long. He also seemed very interested in you."

She sat up a bit straighter (no hetero) , "why?"

"Why do you think?" Immane started pacing nervously.

"Geez, calm down."

"Wow, thank you. I should listen to you more often. An angel who only fought for one day," Immane growled, turning to face her.

She stood up, "you need to calm down."

Immane's red hair glowed a little brighter, "don't you dare speak to me like that."