"I hate you so much. I hate the joy I feel whenever I'm around you. I hate it. I hate that stupid poker face of yours, but most of all, I hate myself for falling for you in the end."
Demons are nothing, but trouble, or at least that is what Yuna, an...
"Do I have to go?" I whined, as I walked down the hallways of the Lucius House, with Luke taking the lead as usual." I get it you want me around as your little kitty-kitty, but why does Micheal want me to attend the classes with you?! It's not like I have super powers like angel or demons!"
Luke sighed and pinched my arm, causing me to wince at the sudden attack, a small 'ouch' slipping from my lips.
It has been about ten years since I have become Luke's familiar, and as promised, I was given permission to look after Minho, who was able to successfully peruse his dream of opening his own galleries all over South Korea, France, and Hong Kong. As for me, I was given a gift to shape shift between my cat and human form( included having a plain, white shirt, and shorts whenever transforming). My daily life consisted of learning the Celestial Realm's history, and tough training lessons to physically arm myself as an angel's right hand. Me and Luke got along pretty well, he always gave me a slice of freedom to spend on my curiosity, which sometimes resulted in me wandering accidentally into Devildom (resulted in Barbatos repeatedly finding me, chaining me with an additional metal mask, and single handedly sending me back to the Celestial Realm.) It was always a dramatic scene, especially for Luke, who sadly always had to deal with my mistakes. Aside from that, I would be next to Luke during every lesson, either munching on a nice, juicy chicken wing, or licking milk to form a small plastic cup in my cat form, under his desk. Though . . . The small height difference between us . . . Made things a bit awkward.
" Hey! " I jumped upon hearing my partner's annoying chatty voice."From Heaven to Yuna~"
I snapped out of my thoughts, and glanced confusingly at Luke's face, which showed signs of worriness. "Aren't you gonna drown me with questions, like you usually do?" He asked, as we made our way out of the building, and to the lightly crowded streets of the Celestial Realm.
"I have just one," I replied cheaply, feeling that my open curiosity had made me a bit predictable." When are we going? It's like the exchange program you went to before, right?"
A heavy sigh left Luke's lips, as he glanced at me, and answered," That was two questions, and we are going . . . Today."
I laughed it off thinking he was throwing a joke at my question, but his solid expression said otherwise, causing my laughter to fade, and other angels to stare at me like I had grown a second head. "Your . . . Not joking?" I asked stupidly, a foolish grin plastered on my face," Are you?"
Luke firmly shook his head, and before I knew it, I was face to face with the gates of Michael's mansion. "I hate you," I hissed, as we walked through the opened gates, passing two armoured guards, before making our way to the backyard to only witness a large crowd of counsel members, teachers, guards, and fellow students.
"Just keep your wildness together, and please don't freak out if you see a bird," Luke pleaded between gritting teeth.
"Luke! Yuna! Your both finally here!" Simeon greeted ruffling Luke's head, before tossing me a plastic bag, which I caught out of reflex. . . A bag filled with catnip and treats. . . This guy wanted me to sleep for most of the year at Devildom.
"Not funny," I mumbled, a pout forming on my lips, as I stuffed it into the pocket of my knee-high shorts. "This is one of the best ways you could offend a cat."
But Simeon did not seem fazed, and calmly replied," Forgive me if my actions seemed offensive little Yuna, but trust me when I say you will have a hard time sleeping at night . . .in that realm."
His words made no sense to me as predicted. It did not surprise me, since he had a strange habit of saying a billion words, which I never understood till the last moment. I studied his features for any signs of nervousness of hesitation, but there were none . "Fine, whatever you say, sir," was the only response I could think of.
"Perfect! Michael has already prepared the portal for us, and I would dislike us being late at such a special occasion!" He pleasantly clapped his hands, and took the lead towards the maleficent magic circle that had been drawn at the centre of the yard.
The soft, yet deep chanting of the hooded archangels, my me feel light and clean, cleansed from the doubts and dark thoughts. This was normal for me. It always occurred every month. It was and will always be the angels could be sure of their familiars souls staying pure and loyal to them. After all, animal souls were not that much different from human souls. They both struggle between the light and darkness they stand in between. The only difference was . . . Animal souls would vanish from existence without a master, and that was certainly the only thing keeping me partly immortal.
After the chanting was done, all three of us, Luke, Simeon and I; stepped into the centre of circle, and waited patiently for Micheal, who was absolutely nowhere to be seen, to open the magic of the portal. Through the wind, I could hear his light, yet powerful voice whispering so gently as a breeze blew by, communicating with the wind spirits. Then in an instant, the wind started to circle us, as if trapping us in an inescapable cage. "Good luck," Michael's voice soothingly hushed out of nowhere, before the whipping winds dominated my vision.
