A Devil's Angel || Ishimondo

Chapter 1

     A man with black spiked hair, pale skin, large eyebrows, and large red eyes walked through a golden marble hallway. A shiny gold halo hovered above his head, faintly glowing. Two large white wings stuck out from slits in the back of his white un-wrinkled suit. He walked with confidence, his head high and his wings tucked tightly together. His white boots hitting the clear, white, concrete floor. He approached a large chestnut colored door, filled with precise carvings and details, most likely depicting a story of some kind. As badly as he wanted to gaze at the carvings for hours, Ishimaru had a job to begin. He grabbed the golden door handle and opened the door, which was surprisingly light. Closing the door behind him, he stood in front of a man's desk.

    "Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Ultimate Moral Compass," the man began. The man had shoulder length wavy white hair, with wings slightly smaller than Ishimaru's, but he had a bigger halo. "I'm so glad to have you join me here today. I'm sure you've already been made aware of our current situation."

    "Yes, thank you Mr. Suzuki. It would be my pleasure to help you," Ishimaru said, standing in a professional stance.

    "And I am very grateful for that. Of course we will let you in on the requirements for your mission before letting you decide whether you will take it on or not," Mr. Suzuki said, opening an drawer and handing a packet of papers to Ishimaru, "these papers will have of the guidelines. I recommend reading through them thoroughly, as to once you sign this contract I'm afraid you won't be able to break it. I will need your final decision by this Friday, as I'm sure you know how vital this mission is to us."
    Ishimaru nodded and took a bow, "thank you, Mr. Suzuki! It will be my honor!". Mr. Suzuki smiled at Ishimaru.
    "Thank you, Mr. Ishimaru. You are excused."

    Ishimaru walked back through the large quartz and marble building. The building was exceptionally large and was a root that helped Heaven function. Heaven had been keeping up to date with the over-world quite well. Heaven was capable of an infinite amount of things, that's why it was so highly desired. Ultimates, if going to Heaven, were often guaranteed a high spot amongst the ranks, if their ultimate talent was desired. Luckily for Ishimaru, his ultimate was desired, so the moment he had gotten to Heaven, he was already all set. It had been almost 10 years since his death had occurred. The fate he suffered at that terrifying academy. In fact, a week from this day was his 10-year anniversary in Heaven. A lot has changed since he died.

    Ishimaru's thoughts faded as he realized he had reached the monorail, that would take him back home. Unlike most angels, he preferred not to fly. His wings were abnormally large, which made it harder for him to fly. Of course he could still fly, he'd just rather not go through the trouble. He held onto a handle as he felt the monorail began to move, a voice saying where they were heading over the monorail's intercom. Ishimaru felt almost completely drained of energy, which was no surprise considering he should have been in bed hours ago. Sleep was one of the only necessities in Heaven, you can't die twice, so you just simply get exhausted. You don't have to eat, or drink, there are no hardcore diseases. There were small sicknesses, though, such as colds. Nobody knew why this was. Only God knew, maybe he just wanted Heaven to have a more realistic feeling to it.

    Ishimaru stepped off of the monorail, walking his way down the path to his townhouse home. He unlocked the door, letting himself in and keeping the lights off. He put his stuff on his kitchen table. He headed up the stairs and walked into his bedroom, getting into his pajamas and taking a quick look at his bedside table.

    On the table sat a small framed picture of Ishimaru and a bulky man with a blonde pompadour. The man that was his only friend, before he was killed right before Ishimaru's eyes. Mondo Oowada. Almost 10 years later and Ishimaru was still looking for him. Ishimaru was aware of the fact that Mondo Oowada was most likely in Hell, being a demon with all of the other sinners far below Heaven. Even worse is that Ishimaru knew of the reason he could be down there. After all, Oowada had killed somebody. Another young man named Chihiro Fujisaki, which Ishimaru was luckily still in contact with since both of their ultimate talents were desired by Heaven 'officials'. Ishimaru traced his thumb across Oowada's jawline in the picture, before setting the framed photo back on his bedside table and settling into bed. Despite being exhausted, Ishimaru lay awake, staring blankly at his ceiling. He knew he would need to look at the contract first thing in the morning, as making Mr. Suzuki wait was unprofessional. Ishimaru felt his eyelids begin to droop, before the ceiling began to blur, and was asleep faster than a newborn baby.

     Ishimaru awoke to his phone's alarm ringing. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, stretching his wings and arms out. He quickly got up and got dressed into one of his usual white suits. He opened all of the curtains in the townhouse, looking outside onto the completely empty road. He sat down at the kitchen table, grabbing the packet of papers and opening to the first page.

"Dear Kiyotaka Ishimaru,
    My team is extremely grateful that you are considering to help us with this operation we are preforming. I'll try to be as descriptive as possible of this mission.
     You, Ishimaru, will be taking a secret tunnel to get into Hell. This tunnel has never been discovered by the demons, so I can say with confidence that you won't be caught sneaking into Hell."

     Ishimaru felt his wings droop. Hell? He had never been to Hell, and had no plans to. Only Heaven's top government officials were allowed into Hell. Why couldn't one of them preform this mission, if they were legally allowed into it?

"You're most likely wondering as to why you would be going to Hell. Heaven needs something to be retrieved from a certain section of Hell. An object known as 'The Devil-C'. I'm forbidden from telling you as to why we need this object, but I hope you trust me enough to understand that it is very important to Heaven. I promise you that the Tunnel to Hell is 100% safe, and you will know the location of the tunnel once you have signed the contract confirming you are to help with this operation."

Ishimaru stared at the packet in his hands. He turned the page to the contract signing page and his pen hovered above where he was supposed to sign. He had promised himself that no matter what he would take on this mission, but he didn't know that "no matter what" included the possibility of going to Hell. It's just not a place Ishimaru pictured himself to be in. Nonetheless, he stuck his pen down onto the paper, carefully signing "Kiyotaka Ishimaru" onto the line provided.

He had signed the contract. In 3 days or less, he would be in Hell.