The Not Angel

2

"Princess, won't you come out? It's time for dinner. The king requested you to come." I look over at the door. I've been here for two days now. I didn't think dreams could last so long. They keep asking me to leave. I don't want to leave this room though. It's big enough that I don't really need to leave. They really are capitalizing on the princess factor. Maybe I should give him a chance, he is my father. At least that's what he said he is.

I soothe down the dress and walk out. The imp jumps and scurries off. I tilt my head as I watch him run from me. What a strange demon. I sniff the air and smile a bit. Something smells so good. I follow the scent, passing many demons on my way as I wander. The floor feels so cold, how strange. I stop in front of a door. I sniff the air once again. This is the place. I slip through the door and stand in the shadows as I look at the table. There's much more than just my so-called father.

"What the hell is an angel doing here?" I turn as I feel something grab my arm. This is a dream. Does it matter if I kill someone here? I turn to see something that looks almost like a man, but there's something deeply wrong with it. Its skin is bubbling and almost melting. His nose is too long, his cheek rotting. It looks so beautifully horrifying. It turns to smile at the guests as it tightens its hold on my arm. "Don't worry, I'll take care of this one for you." It reaches for its blade. Instantly, I plunge my hand through its chest. Its screams die in its throat as blood splatters onto the beautiful white dress. I pull my hand away and the body turns to ash. I look down at the red splatters.

"Neoma! You truly know how to make an entrance." Lucifer, my father, smiles as he stands from his seat. I tilt my head as I walk towards him. The other ones I met are here. There's an empty seat beside Lucifer and next to the incubus.

"So, this must be your beautiful offspring. She is quite impressive indeed." A woman with bat wings and short red hair smiles, biting her lip as she looks me over. Across from her is the incubus. I lean in close and blow gently on her eyes. She jerks back as her green eyes turn silver. Demon.

"She's still new, do excuse her lack of decorum." Lucifer chuckles as he sits down once again. I stalk back to my chair and sit down, looking down at my bloodied hand. A wicked grin pulls at my lips as I lap up some of the blood. I close my eyes as I lick up some more.

"Are you sure she's not just a lune?" I smirk as I look up at the one who spoke. He has long black hair and extremely good posture. Who put a stick up his ass? Doesn't people in your dream know you already. I grab the napkin and wipe the rest of the blood off. No. I don't care anymore. I look over at my father and tilt my head.

"Why?" I ask simply. Maybe he's part of my subconscious that knows what all this is about.

"Well, you are a princess, and I'm sure you've gotten hungry in that room. You haven't eaten, I thought you'd enjoy some food." He explains coolly. Guess not. I don't need much to eat.

"Is that true? You haven't eaten? Why would you want to do a thing like that?" A bony man asks, skittering a bit in his seat as he holds a rather large chicken leg in his hands.

"Names." I say, looking around. The only ones to introduce themselves were Marcellus and my father. Then again, I know all of them in a way, seen them for years.

"The child needs to learn to speak properly, it's starting to get annoying." The man at the other end of the table growls. His eyes are yellow and he looks very strong. He reminds me of the guards. How peculiar. I shrug as I look down at my plate to find some thick spaghetti with white sauce. I poke it with the fork before eating some. It tastes good.

"She came in here wearing white of all things, barefoot, and then just killed one of the servants. Your frustrations are justifiable." The long-haired man mutters not so subtly as I eat the strange spaghetti. Would they rather I be dead? I flip them off as I glare.