"Nanala O'Brien," the ginger said in the quiet car, as the group stared at her while she fidgeted in her seat.
Nanala looked at Poppy for help "oh, that's Jasper" he tipped his fingers against his forehead "Nat was the one that pulled you from the car" Nat nodded, still humming "Erik, the designer" Erik gave the ginger a look through his rearview mirror.
Nanala inhaled. "You are Erik Beelzebub, the founder and CEO of Carnal" a shocked expression settled on her face.
His eyes flickered towards Nat before burning into Nanala's eyes "you don't look like the type to be interested in Carnal" a blush flushed across her face.
But she crossed her arms and stared him down "well, you are famous" she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear "so what are you all?" she asked, looking at the group, Erik's hand gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. "Not from this world, are you?" Nanala looked at Poppy, who just smiled.
Erik notices Nat's eyes on him. "No, same world, another dimension," he mentioned with a smile, trying to get Nat off his back because she notices everything.
Nanala nodded, realizing the group didn't want to add but Nat huffed, "As cheesy as it sounds, we are from the world of angels and demons"
"So, God and the Devil actually exist" Nanala tried to process this information "heaven and hell is real" Nat nodded as Nanala's mind raced "So what are you?" she turned to Poppy who gave her a cheeky smile.
"I am a soul carrier" Poppy explained then pointed to Jasper "he is a shapeshifting demon" Jasper shot a finger gun "we don't know what Nat is" Nat rolled her eyes while Poppy turned to Erik "Erik is…" he gave her a death glare and she shut her mouth instantly.
"We are here" Erik growled and stopped at the side of a curving road with a cabin at the top "Give us a moment" Erik pushed Nat out the door to which she responded by slapping his hand away and hopping out of the car.
"You dodged a bullet there," Nat teased when Erik nudged her.
They walked towards the gate and tucked n rolled into the nearest bush. They scouted out the old 70s style cabin and the goddess that haunted the place. "Are you sure she is not here?" Erik asked, staring at the cabin.
"Well, she is not a homebody. She is always jetting off to wherever," Nat commented as Erik huffed next to her.
"That's why I'm worried. She is unpredictable," he moved towards the car. "Pray with all that is in me that she isn't here," he grunted under his breath.
Nat followed close behind "Oh, Praying… don't get soft on me" Nat smiled and nudged Erik as they tracked by to the car "don't worry, she can't be here this time of year" Nat hang onto Erik as he shoved her off.
"Hell's eternal fire, I hope so" he hopped into his side of the car.
….
After everyone had settled into the cozy cabin which had four bedrooms, long triangle shaped ceiling windows. An open plan kitchen all surrounded by a lounge/fireplace area with tv mounted on top of it, looking out on the old shaggy green carpet, bonfire outside; the house that is basically a traditional triangle-shapes tent. They all sat around the fireplace telling stories about the old times, while Nanala looked upon Jasper with star-filled eyes while she imagined each detail of the story.
Jasper stood before the fireplace acting out each part while shapeshifting as well "so we were on top of this cliff with red angry lava surrounding us as far as the eye can see" Jasper explained animatically with his hands "if it weren't for Azrael, we would have be captured or even worst cast into a bare body" he smiled at Nat which made Erik struggle.
"Azrael…who is that?" Nanala whispered slowly with her wide eyed gaze.
The room grew silent "the angel of death" Jasper whispered watching Erik closely but Erik ignored his glare.
"oh, I hope we don't run into him" she joked but Erik's jaw clenched with intention.
Nat felt his rage, one, even she couldn't understand "her" Erik whispered in a soft voice as if to himself. Everyone turned to look at him but his mouth was tight like he didn't say a word "she was beautiful, guardian of the death, you shouldn't fear her. She is of God after all" he announced standing to his feet.
"but God locked her out of Heaven" Jasper raised his voice a little. Nat knew there was a story there but she couldn't bring herself to ask the devil.
"Why?" Nanala asked with wonder behind her eyes.
"The sins of others" Jasper gave Erik a death glare, this time Erik met his glare "she was thrown out and cast down because of a man seeking only for…." Jasper stops at the soft voice.
"enough" Erik whispered "it's time for bed, I think Miss O'Brien had one hell of a day" he smiled at Nanala, presenting his hand to her to help to her feet.
Nat stood to her feet, back in her assistant mode, showing Nat to one of the guest rooms "how are you feeling?" she asked as we moved towards the room "I guess my approach to pulling you out the window and yelling must have frightened you?" she added a nervous chuckle at the end.
Nanala nodded, moving her hair back and forth "it did, at first but then you gave me a choice, you didn't silence me" she rumbled "if that makes sense" Nat nodded as if to say it does. "But why are they after me, I have no bad blood with anyone, especially that world…I…I mean…it" she stopped the ginger with a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"We'll discuss it tomorrow, right now you need rest, ok?" she looked at the soul who nodded, Nat helped her into the room and made sure she was ok before returning to the group, who were shouting hushed tones.
Nat rounded the corner but stopped to listen "You have to tell her, set her free '' it was Jasper's voice.
"I will, once this is over" Lucifer said back, grunting as if in pain "I still need her" he voice lowered, too low for Nat to hear.
"Sooner you tell her the sooner she can forgive you" Jasper huffed and lowered his voice "it's been…." but his voice trailed away
"I KNOW HOW LONG IT'S BEEN!!!!" Lucifer shouted as Nat appeared in the lounge, to quiet the two down.
"Quiet" she moved to the two men "do you want her to hear you?" Nat asked looking at the two but Poppy was nowhere to be found. "Where is Poppy?"
"she went hunting, she needed alone time" Lucifer mentioned looking at Nat, his face filled with curiosity.
"ok, so what now?" Nat bounced onto the leather couch.
"I didn't expect the scouts to find her so quickly, Mother is stepping up her game" he paced the floor back and forth.
"what do we do now?" Jasper asked, looking between us two.
"What you will do is sneak into Hell, find the best routes in" he rubbed his face "I am sure Mother renovated" he said as Jasper disappeared with a grim face. "Nat, we stay here, Keep her safe and keep her entertained" he said from the far side of the room.
"You will have to tell her eventually" Nat whispered looking down at her legs which laid across the couch.
"I know, I am waiting for the right time" he huffed as his eyes found mine "Rest, your soul is too energetic for my liking" he said walking away.
"I thought immortals don't need rest" Nat shouted after him but he was gone.
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Screams roared in the distances as a brooding Lucifer sat on his throne with a monumental crown of brimstone hanging over his head. His scepter by his side as the three headed hellhound lay at his feet, lines of lava lit up the black obsidian floor where a hole sat in the middle and mist coated the never-ending ceiling. A figure clasped in chains stood behind the Devil, he was silent but eerie. Surrounding him stood cells upon cells, stacked up towards the never-ending high of the deemed souls, clawing at the mist, rattling their cages and whimpering. Lucifer slammed down his scepter causing a loud moan and the lava to glow red.
The gates of hell pushed open and the dragging of chains sounded through the throne room. Azrael minced in, dragging eight men on their hands and knees with chains swaying around their necks. Her boots clicked on the stoned floor and her flared pale white pants moved around her legs, her ringlets of hair fell down her back in pinned up mohawk and armor of white armor coated her chest while fridge hung from her sleeves. A smirk on her plump lips that were painted red and no fear on her dead ivory eyes, shaded under a wide brim hat.
She stopped before the hole in the floor "you called" she smirked, Lucifer let his eyes wander her body.
He stood from the throne pulling a long chiffon robe behind him, tulle flowed on the ends as he threw it off his shoulders. His platform boots slammed against the obsidian floor as the lava flared and his stare deepened onto the angle of the death. Until he reached her frame and she had to look up into his pitch black eyes that shone like obsidian. He grabbed the chains from her hands, tossed four of the men towards the bottomless pit which will torture them for eternity while the other four were thrown to three headed hellhound who ran away with screaming victims. Lucifer's eyes never faded from Azrael's eyes until he grabbed her waist.
Couch was pulled up to the straight line of craters which was supposed to spit out lava but Lucifer had modified it to roar with blue flame. And the two angels couldn't get enough of the flaming murders, pedophiles and rapists, they would go up in flames before just floating on the top.
Lucifer's head on in Azrael's lap while she gasped for air "please, don't" Azrael crackle while Lucifer flipped his hand to entertain her.
Lucifer stood to his feet, pushing the couch to further back so that the grand black stairs could be seen "hold on" he moved up the stairs with such flair and flamboyance.
Then hellhound, Fire, Brimstone and Fluffy (guess who named him Fluffy) came barreling down the stairs. Landing in Azrael's lap as she stared up the stairs at silhouette of the devil, clicking his heels as a loud roar of 'Gimme Gimme' by ABBA came blasting through the air. The crater blasted different colors in tune with the beat, demons and creatures appeared out of the woodwork as Lucifer took the stage.
He began to vogue down the stairs, rounding his hips and adding that disco flavor. He gave the angel a wink before spinning and landing on his back; she clapped her hands while vibing to the music. He pulled himself up before sideways grinding his way towards her; he called the hellhound's chew toy from before and threw it as the four men moaned and whimpered.
He landed his head back on Azrael's lap "you like?" she kissed his forehead. He clapped his hands and everything disappeared, leaving the place like before and a loud ticking sounded through the room "Stay" he flipped Azrael onto his lap causing her to straddle his lap. "Give up your loyalty to him and worship at my altar" his eyes glowed red and the air around them grew thick. "I can give you everything you desire, love, war, power." He grabbed her hips and shot a thrust up, hitting her center which made her throw her head back. "surrender" his voice vibrated and echoed through hell.
Azrael smiled down at the Devil's temptation. She began rub herself against his hard body and lend down to his lips; but loud schwing of her scythe found its way to Lucifer's long neck "don't tempt me" he smirked at her but grabbed her scythe, throwing towards a wall and it lodge into the wall. "My loyalty is to God" she climbs off his leather encased lap, wanting to stay just for those thick thighs but she couldn't. "but my heart will always belong to you" she called scythe to her side before turning to leave.
"we don't have hearts" he moved to follow behind her.
"funny, isn't it" she spin around to wink at him as she made her way towards the gates of hell.
The devil appeared before her, grabbing her throat in his long spider-like fingers. He placed his thumb in the middle of her flesh and added pressure. She let her head fall back to give him more access "where's my kiss" he growled in the pit of his throat.
He pulled her close with his eyes on her lips, pressure on her neck grew and his fangs cutting his lower lip where vital neatly dropped. She licked the essence of his lips, waiting to be brought closer because he had full control of her movement when…
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