I AM SATAN'S MISTRESS and I have a SERIOUS problem. I can't stop thinking about that angel...

I AM SATAN'S MISTRESS and I have a SERIOUS problem. Chapter 18

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Chapter 18

There is something VERY wrong with this image. I, a mortal with no human memories, was finally back on earth, living in an apartment with a gorgeous Angel, and had none than The Devil standing in my doorway.

"Back on earth are we?" The devil smirked at her. Despite the absurdity of the entire situation, it is amazing what funny things you think of first.  

"Is that... Do you have a Black Eye?" I stared at him closely. His smirk twisted into an unpleased frown.

"No."

"Yes you do!"

"No I don't!"

"I can see it! What the Hell, Satan? How did you get a black eye?"

"Yeah, right, like you don't know!" He scoffed. I stared at him stupidly.

"Of course I don't know! That's why I bloody asked, ain't it?"

"How could yo-wait. You really don't know?" Despite the curiosity in his voice, it still had a snappy edge to it.

"No. I really don't." My answer was simple. "How did you get a Black eye?"

"My ex-girlfriend brought her new 'toy boy' to visit, and he bloody punched me! In the eye!" I was confused as to why he was staring at me pointing, until I connected that he was referring to me.

"HEY! I was never your girlfriend. I was just a lost human, whom you manipulated, and then lied to! And anyways, what do you mean toy boy?"

 "That archangel that's always hanging around ya like some lost puppy. Whatever his name."

"My name is Raphael. You I am not here Toy Boy."

I poked my head out of the doorway and noticed Raphael standing at the end of the hall with several bags of shopping.

"What's going on?" He asked us slowly, his attention firmly on the master of all evil.

"We were discussing his war ingureries." I informed the Angel. Looking back, I noticed that his black eye had this straight orange look to it that didn't connect with my knowledge of bruises. "Hang on... Are you wearing makeup?"

"Nobody every taught me how to use the stupid stuff. I got it everywhere."

"It suits you." Raphael told him sarcastically, as he approached us. Okay, officially, this is the weirdest conversation I have ever had. Satan scoffed.

"Right. Anyways, missy, aren't you going to invite me in."

"Only when Hell freezes over. What are you doing here?" I snapped.

"I think you should leave." Raphael joined me, dropping the shopping bags on the ground to free up his hands, one of which looped through mine.

Satan looked like he had much more to say to the two of us, but there must have been something in the way we stood. A united force, blocking the entrance into the building. Or maybe it was the power of the Archangel beside of me, whom had frightening capabilities, and also the ability to unleash the full force of Gods power directly onto the Devil. I guess we will never know which of those was what convinced the Devil to step away.

"I WAS here just to... wish you luck in your new home on earth." And then he disappeared. Literally, by the way. One moment he was smirking at us both, next the hallway was empty. Raphael let go of my hands, and picked up the bags off the floor. I shut the door behind us, making sure to flick all locks, despite what little they would probably stop if it came down to it.

"How the HELL did he know where to find me?!?" I growled.

"He has probably been keeping tabs on you, waiting for you to appear back on earth." Raphael muttered as he marched over to the kitchen, and chucked all the bags on the floor.

Without looking at me, he asked a simple question.

"Why? Why are you doing this?"

I know he was referring to me helping out with the shadow. He had never asked me why. But for the first time, I told the truth in its entirety, and didn't hold back on anything.

"Why the hell not? Seriously! What do I possibly have to loose? All I am is Satan's mistress! I am the lover of the worst being in the world. Nobody misses me, or needs me, or wants me. I am meant to be burning in Hell. So why shouldn't I save mankind, before I get sent back there!?!"

Despite my furious outburst, he closed the gap between us.

"Darci. Listen to me. You have nothing to prove, or give to us. Nobody requires anything from you! You don't have to do this!!!"

"Your wrong. I really, really need to do this." I pulled my hands out of his, and slanted off to the bedroom.

I shut the door, blocking out both Raphael, and his suggestions.