"Ms.Daniels, can you tell us about how you came up with this story?" A reporter asked. "I used family as my inspiration. I expect heaven isn't as porcelain perfect and we think it is. I'm sure they have been a few angels rebellious to Daddy's plan." Arleta replied. Gadreel snorted, but covered his mouth. Fuck you, Arleta mouthed to her brother, jokingly. "Ms.Daniels, would you like to show the audience the trick you pulled earlier?" One of the party planners asked, coming up to the table.
Gadreel and Arleta looked at each other, nodded and stood up. The light came and and the angels flapped their wings and let their true eyes shine. The crowd was amazed and took many photos, and most likely videos too; as the chours for Devil's Choir by Black Veil Brides played loudly through out the club.
They music stopped, they turned off the light, and the angels hid their wings and let their eyes go back to 'normal'. "How did you come up with your characters and their personality?" Someone in the crowd asked. "As I said prior, family." Arleta replied. "Can we learn more about the man next to you?" Someone yelled from the back. Arleta shrugged her shoulders and turned to her brother. "Well, my name is Alfred Daniels- or, at least, that's the family alias, I'm 23, I'm one of this nugget's many siblings, I like long walks on the beach and frisky women, I'm a cancer, and I am an uncle to many." Gadreel joked.
Arleta threw her head back in laughter when he started acting like it was a blind date. Hours past; Arleta signed books, took pictures, answered questions from fans, and whatnot. "Hey. Hey. Hey. Kid. Kiddo. Kid. Kid. Kiddo. I'm bored. Pay attention to me." Gadreel whined. "You know what do to." Arleta replied before turning her attention back to a fan. Gadreel took off his jacket and walked around the club.
"You a satanist?" A girl next to Gadreel asked. "You could say that. Irene is, as well." Gadreel replied. "I'm Creature." The girl replied. "Nice to meet you, Creature. May I ask why you're called that?" Gadreel asked, getting his drinks. Creature stuck her tounge ot, which looked like a snake tongue, and she had snake eyes as well. Gadreel nodded, and turned to walk away. "How old is the kid, Alfred?" Creature asked. "17." Gadreel replied.
"You guys need satanists for some reason, most likely for her, but she's only a kid." A man next to Creature, whom Gadreel did not notice, taunted. "What are you implying?" Gadreel asked. "I'm implying that we can help with whatever it is." The man responded. "Stay after with the rest of your buddies, we'll talk then." Gadreel surrendered, and walked away. Gadreel placed the strawberry smoothie next to Arleta and sat down without a word.
I bet they're supernatural beings, like us, Gadreel thought, watching the fans in the line. Abruptly, the aura felt different to Gadreel. Like someone who wasn't supposed to be there, was. Almost like a godly presence. Gadreel brushed it off, maybe it was striking him that his baby sister was beloved by so many- possibly even worshipped. Now that would piss off Father. Arleta seemed used to it: something lurking over her shouder, like she was being watched.
Gadreel could sense a difference in aura, and he was positive Arleta could too- but she seemed no different. "Alfred?" Someone asked. Gadreel spazzed out in his chair before turning to the voice. It was a reporter. "Since your sister seems busy, can you answer some questions for her?" The reporter asked. Alfred chuckled and nodded his head. Suddenly a camera and a microphone were pushed into his face.
Lucifer, trapped in his cage, watched what used to be the angel of his dreams, live her own. "Oh, Arleta. They're going to find out your current intenstions; and they're going to eat you alive." Lucifer whispered. He was sure Arleta couldn't hear him unless he was screaming at the Orb Of Fire; but she probably barely heard him.
"Did you say something?" One of Lucifer's male servants asked. She had saw whom Lucifer was talking too. "That girl again? What does she mean to you?" The male asked, "She's beautiful, yes. But a lot of demons are too!" He added. "She's the loveliest and the most goregeous angel there ever was, but the worth she has is her son. I want him, and she's so close to finding him." Lucifer replied.
"What worth does her son hold? A worthless slut for a mother? Does it have to do with the father?" The servant asked. "I am the father, and our son, Abaddon, is the angel of destruction. I plan on finally getting my revenge against heaven." Lucifer replied.
"Well, that was fun, eh?" Gadreel asked as they siblings stepped out of the venue. "Yeah." Arleta chuckled, rubbing her thumb on the old letter in her bag. Arleta sensed something off- something evil, near the venue. Arleta wandered off, trying to find what it was. She saw a man beating up a small boy, yelling at him. Arleta fought off the man and beat him as she saw fit.
The angel, who some would assume was 'scrawny', held the man high above her head by the collar of his now bloody and wrinkled button down. "You will never hurt anyone ever again, but you'll kill yourself tonight." Arleta whispered. The man nodded, obidiently; and Arleta dropped him to the ground. "Son, come with me." The man ordered. "The kid is staying with me." Arleta demanded.
The little boy's glum face became bright and hopeful, then he rushed towards the angel. The man walked away. "I'm Arleta, but people call me Irene." Arleta said. "I'm Aaron, or that's what they called me. They didn't know my real name." The young boy introduced himself. "Well, does it start with an 'A'?" Arleta asked. The chubby faced child nodded his head. "Then that's what we'll call you." The angel smiled, taking the small boy's hand.
