Short Stories

Darling

-Warning- mentions of killing, mentions of sexual activities (sorry if I forgot anything)

We have been told all our life that their is a good guy and a bad guy.... but maybe they were wrong... maybe it really means, who is the victor and who was the loser.

Isn't that the truth... who ever wins gets to tell the story... and who ever tells the story gets to chose who is good and who is bad. A truth of nature... but I implore you to ask yourself this. 'Who is the good guy in your story?'

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-first person POV-

I sat at the very top of my school, how did I get there... well that doesn't matter. I watch over the student population, predator watching prey. A game as old as time, a story about strong against weak. Another question for you to ponder, does it have to be a Darwin moment? I honestly can't tell you, but it's all I have ever known. I was once a part of the weak, now I stand above them all. The old strong crumbled under me, fear in their eyes as I beat them into submission, one by one. It was fun while it lasted, but now I watch as police show up to apprehend me.... or so they have been told.

"Ma'am we would like you to please come down from there and talk to us," one of the officers asks over a microphone. I roll my eyes and continue watching them from my perch on the top of the highest building, my feet swing over the edge as I am amused by their fear.

"Don't get to comfortable on the edge of the building, my darling," a deep and soothing voice reminds me. A strong hand rests on my shoulder as my devil's power envelopes my being.

"Don't ruin my fun," I hiss in response.

"Don't get feisty with us darling," a smooth, light and angelic voice warns me. My angle appeared on my right, though I have to say, my angle looks quite different from the angles your used to. They have lovely amber skin with two sets of white wings with a singular set of black wings. They also had electric blue eyes with a gold ring around the pupil. My devil, who is on my left side, had a singular set of bat like wings. The wings are a wonderful mix of red, orange and black. My devil was tan skinned but still was fairly light looking comparatively to me, they also have lots of decorative tattoos. A long demonic tail, accompanied by blazing red eyes with black edging with silted pupils.God I love these two, I think to myself.

"We love you too darling," my devils voice purrs in my ear.

"Stop reading me mind," I warn.

"Make me," my devil growls seductively in my ear. My devil then kisses me passionately, I kiss back just as hard.

"As much fun as it would be to completely reck you up here darling...," the angelic voice reminds me," we have more important matters to attend to."

"Ah, the police," my devil remarks," what a sorry sight they are." My angle moves my chin and stole a quick kiss before turning back to the sight on the ground.

"They are going to regret interfering," my angel snarled.

"Oh and I thought you angle type were supposed to be the nice and pure," I say in a joking manner.

"You know I'm not pure darling," my angle reminded me while stroking my inner thigh. I bit my lip and suppress the urge to beg for more, my angle notices and kisses me.

"We will have some fun later," my angle whispers in my ear and then licks brown my sensitive neck.

"As entertaining as it is to watch you to mess around we still have company," my devil informs the two of us.

"So how should we go about this my lovelies?" I ask my immortal beings.

"I say first to three wins," my devil responds, a evil smirk following their words.

"Prepare to lose then my inferno," my angle teases my devil. They grab me by the arms and fly me down to the ground then land next to me with amazing grace. The three of us smile at the startled group of cops, it was much smaller than anticipated but still. They raise their guns and hold their ground, but as I have said earlier. The story is only told by the victors, and within a couple minutes all of them were dead. Blood spilled the once white concrete as we stand feet away from our crime.

"Guess you one this round," my devil informs me with a pout. I chuckle at my devil's childish behavior, my angle smirks and slips a arm around my torso.

"What can I say," I tell them," they shouldn't have messed with Death's master."

-End-