The comedic Tragedy of Asmodeus and Raphael

Chapter 8

Michelle Hudson was just an ordinary girl, she sang at her school and hung out with her friends. But one day, one of her friends suggested she should throw a party to get more friends. She liked that idea. So, with their help, she threw a party. She waited until an opportunity came up that her parents were out for the weekend and started to spread the word that she was having a party. It got around pretty quick, and before she knew it more than 50 people had RSVP'd. Michelle was happy, this would be the first party she ever threw, and with the help of her friends, it would be amazing!

The night came, as soon as it hit 8:00 people trickled in. Michelle was astonished, even more people came than she ever imagined! She was so happy, her friends were happy as well. Everyone was having fun and she loved that. A weird thing happened near the beginning, though. But, it cleared up before she had to intervene. All she heard was someone saying something about "Dahmer". She hoped that someone wasn't name-calling, she hated when people were mean.

The night was drawing to an end, the last people left at 1 A.M and all that was left was Michelle and her friends. They said that they would stay behind and help her clean up. She went to see what the damage was outside when she saw a small motorcycle. It was grey and had two helmets on the handles. One looked like a bike helmet and the other looked like a Daft Punk mask. Michelle chuckled to herself before yelling,

"Who's bike is this?" No answer from the surrounding forest.

She went inside and asked her friends if it belonged to any of them, it didn't.

She went back outside to inspect the moped further. But, there was some guy with green hair that was already feeling the handles.

"Oh, hi! Is this yours?" Michelle asked.

"Oh, no. It just belongs to someone I know." He picked up the helmet that didn't have a visor and plucked out of it a long, silvery, slightly curled hair.

"Okay, could you tell them to pick their bike up? I wouldn't want them without a vehicle."

"No, I'm too busy."

"Wh-"

"You see, dear, I just escaped from mild torture from an Archdemon." He gestured to his arms, which were incredibly bloody but didn't seem to have any damage.

"Who followed orders from a Cherub of all beings."

"Who-"

"Shh shh shh. I'm not done. That specific Cherub also gave me this." He pointed to a scar on his cheek.

"And now I have to find out why the hell an Archdemon is taking orders from a common Cherub and why she cares so much about some insignificant ground soldier from the opposition." He twirled the hair around some more, looking deep in thought.

"There you are, little Angel. You wouldn't believe this, the poor thing is asleep! She also injured her little wings. Her human is also resting, too. I'm glad my little pill worked so well. Oh, look at me, I've just monologued! What fun! Oh, what a shame, you can't go around with this knowledge, now can you?"

"What do you-"

"Sweetie, you have to learn to listen to me. When I say quiet, you have to be quiet." He pointed at her and she suddenly had the inability to speak. She looked on helplessly as he continued.

"Hey, it's okay. It's okay. This is not the end, it's just an end. I'm not going to hurt you, but I can't have my words bouncing around in your pretty little head." He reached out and touched her forehead.

"Goodnight, good girl." He said as Michelle crumbled to the ground. Her friends would find her later, but when they would ask what happened Michelle would not be able to say a thing, for she wouldn't remember, she also would forget what the colour purple looked like. But for now, the green haired guy would stand above her and say one last thing. Not to her, but to himself.

"Yes, dearest. This is not the end. The end will be when I find that Angel and tear her wings from her body. Then, I will pluck every single pretty feather from them. I'll make her watch. I'll also make her watch as I dismember her little human one bone at a time. I'll make sure she'll hear every scream and feel every spurt of blood. I'll make a nice coat of of the pretty Angel's pretty feathers and make her wear them, along with a necklace made of her human's phalanges. But, that's getting too far. First, I need to bide my time."

"Torture isn't fun if you're fast asleep."

Jalvoz summoned a key and started the moped. It was a little warm, since the original vehicle was miracled by an Angel, but it was still comfy. They put on the helmet with the visor and started to drive off. They would need to keep the vehicle nearby to be able to track the Angel again.

But for now, all was safe. All was well. The creatures of the night had waited for another time.

All was calm in the forests of downtown Newberry.