Angel Face

07: Bacon, Mortal?

After Gabriel announced that he also had no idea what was wrong with me, I was swiftly kicked out of the throne room and sent back to my bedroom. According to Michael, they needed to have a discussion, and mortals didn't need to listen in,

My guess is they're going to decide my fate, and Michael was right; I didn't need to be there for that. Who knows what kind of psychological effects it could have on someone's mind to hear people ponder over your death?

When I got back to my room, I noticed food and a brightly wrapped box had been placed on my bed. I looked around the room but didn't find anyone around.

The steam wafting from the food signaled that it was fresh, so the person couldn't be far. Just as I walked closer to inspect the box, a bubbly voice greeted me from behind.

"How were The Angels?"

Goosebumps raised all over my skin as Middie's breath fanned against the back of my neck.

"They were okay, I suppose. I'm not sure if they act like that on a normal basis or if I'm just special." Middie didn't catch my joke and instead wandered over to my bed.

"That brutal, huh?" She asked, taking a seat and flipping her long blonde braid over her shoulder. I took my spot next to her and picked up the tray.

"They weren't bad, just a tad daunting. I'm used to being the big guy, but I'm nothing compared to them." I pushed the vegetables around with my fork and sighed. "They don't know what's wrong with me either, so they're discussing it now. Whatever that's supposed to mean."

I set my food aside, suddenly losing my appetite. "Probably deciding who gets each limb when they rip me apart. My bet is Devina gets my head."

"Oh, stop being so depressing," Middie sighed and nudged her shoulder with mine, "Think of it this way: the more they don't know about you, the more likely it is that Devina will keep you to find out why you're different."

The way her bright smile covered her lips was almost enough to lift my spirits.

The key word being almost.

"Yeah, because being the most hated person in Hell is just so great." I fell backward onto the bed, allowing my head to sink into the pillows.

"I don't hate you, Samuel. I find you rather charming. So much so that I bought you something." The excitement in her voice caused me to lean forward in question. "Would you like to see it?" She grabbed the wrapped box and held it out to me.

I nodded and reached for it, but she tsked, pulling it away from me.

"You have to promise that if you open it, you'll be happy again. Depressed Sam is seriously crushing my spirits."

The way the excitement danced around in her eyes was the only reason I agreed. If she wanted me to be happy, then so be it.

She let out a small giggle before handing me the box. It'd been so long since I'd gotten a present. Back before my parents died, I celebrated birthdays and Christmas.

I peeled back the gold paper to find a box for what looked like a laptop.

"Oh, god, Middie. This must have been expensive. You shouldn't have-,"

"Shush! I wanted to. Now take it out of the box so we can get it set up." I hurriedly tried to rip off the rest of the paper, nearly giving myself a paper cut in the process.

"I've never used one of these before. I mean, I used the computer in the library but nothing like this. Thank you, Middie." I reached over and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to me.