Demons and Non-Believers

Chapter Six

        I was stuck walking to my brother for the longest time. He kept nagging at me about how keeping an angel is a lot of responsibility and whatnot. You need to feed him daily. You need to pay attention to him. Blah blah blah.

        I walked between the pits that were overflowing with souls, every last one screaming in agony. Oh how these daily soul pit checks make my day. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and looked left and right at the pits beside me. I needed a replacement for Tyler, therefore I needed to pick a lucky soul from tortured to a torturer. I just needed a soul to catch my attention.

        And then one did. A girl's soul. She was silent, bearing the pain and heat, almost looking like she enjoyed it. Like she enjoyed the pain. I was mesmerized. Without thinking, I reached out my hand to the soul, reaching for her. All the other souls desperately grasped my arm, crying and writhing in pain. I pinched my finger and thumb together, flicked my wrist elsewhere, moving the souls to another pit of hell-fire, leaving only her. I touched her ever so lightly with my middle finger, and she was instantly flashed in front of me. She stayed quiet, looking at me with a blank face. 

        I stood up straight and folded my hands in front of me. I scanned her vessel. It was a small teen-aged girl. Her hair was red like mine. I loved it. "What is your name, young one?" I asked quietly. 

        "The vessel?" she answered instantly. Why couldn't I have this much luck with the angel? "She called herself Alex. Me? I'm Olivia." Her eyes kept contact with mine. 

        "Why were you so quiet?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.

        "I've learned to enjoy the pain. My voice would run out at some point anyways. That just meant I wouldn't be able to sing Highway to Hell." she smiled slightly. Normally someone's sarcasm towards me would piss me off, but hers- she entertained me. 

        "Well you're free to do whatever, that is until I call for you. Hayley will show you the ropes." I looked to my left, looking at Hayley, whom I summoned just by mentioning her "Won't you, Hayley? 

        "Of course sir." she smiled. This wasn't just a must-be-polite-so-you-don't-kill-me-again smile, it was a genuine happy smile. I guess she needed another girl to be around. It made sense. Hayley held onto Olivia's shoulder, and they flashed out.

        I turned on my heel and walked back to my double doors of the throne room. Making a new favorite put me in a good mood. I flicked my wrist, unlocking the doors, and pushed my arm forward, opening them. I walked through and shut the doors behind me, not lookign away from the angel.

        He was holding something in his hand, trying to be discret about it. It definitely wasn't working. 

        I walked to where he sat, back pressed to the wall, legs curled under him."Whatcha got there, Frankie?" I asked my voice innocent and sweet, but my eyes evil and twisted.

        He just stared at me, not moving. His lips were a thin line and his eyes were unblinking.

        "Mmhm, well," I flicked my hand up slightly, lifting his wrist though he struggled to try and keep it down. With ease though, I lifted his palm and with my other hand I levatated the object to my hand, and studied it in my own palm. It was a tiny sliver of rock. A pick. I chuckled and folded my fingers over it, squeezing, and breaking it, "that won't work well." I ran my dirty gloved hand over my thigh, cleaning the bits of rock off it.

        He just watched me through hate filled eyes as I sat in my throne next to him.

        I glared right back at him, into his soul you could say. Not that I could see anything anyways. He couldn't be mad at me for taking his little makeshift pick. If anything, I would think he would be scared that I found him trying to escape. So was was he so angry? I sighed loudly.

        His face softened a bit, startled by even the slightest noise, but he contorted his face into a hard angry look again.

        "What is it?" I asked, looking for any sign of the sweetness he had on the street and in the park the other day. There was none to be found.

        He didn't speak, he just kept staring at me.

        I scoffed, looking away from him and looking at the ceiling. Keep calm. Don't flash your eyes. Stay calm... I took off my my glove, and reached my hand down my shirt, retrieving the chain holding the grace and key. I watched the glowing substance dance, as I rubbed my thumb over the container.

        A few minutes passed, and Frankie was still staring at me. I couldn't stand that anymore. I stood up and grasped his jaw, my fingers digging into where his jaw hinged. "Don't test me, angel." I growled between my teeth.

        He squirmed in pain, but didn't make a noise.

        "You'll open up to me..." I spat in his face and shoved his head to the side. 

      Upon letting him go, I saw the burn I left on his face by accidentally touching him with my bare hand again. "Oh god." I slid the glove on my hand and went to look at what I had done, but he slid back as far as possible into the corner and curled up, hugging his knees.

        "No! Don't touch me!" Please!" his voice cracked on the word 'please'. He rocked himself slightly and whispered "Please" again.

        "Dammit!" I yelled through my clenched teeth. I smacked the crown off my throne angrily. The symbol of kingliness now seemed worthless to me. Just like the position of royalty. I did not deserve to be king.