Jade eyes were open to a cream-colored ceiling, the sense of peace and stillness comforted the air as the ginger sat up in her bed. She looked at her surroundings as if everything was back to normal, her peach-colored bedding, her ball of light shade, and the massive window which was covered in a light curtain. Normal, like she didn't just crawl out of hell, or maybe it was all a dream; she pushed the thought away and climbed out of bed. And moved through her tiny little house with instincts into the colorful bathroom, caressing the different patterned tiles, smiling at the welcoming tub, and looking in the mirror.
She looked the same, same freckles, same ginger hair, same smile with no marks of the battle on her skin, no exhaustion under her eyes, and no smell. But as she ran her bath water and soaked in its bubble warmth, she tried to figure out if the world she witnessed was real or fake, or a big dream she conjured in her head. Everything felt real, Lucifer and his charm, Jasper and his meanness. Then she thought about Poppy and whether that was even real; she stopped at the thought of possession and her soul but Azrael, what about her?
She dried herself off, threw on a dress, and put her wet hair into a loose French braid before walking into her little kitchen. She placed her coffee brewer on the little pink stove, pulled coffee beans from her cabinet and her grinder; opened the fresh bag as the roast bitter smell energized her senses and she closed her eyes to receive it. All was normal until a Russel of the couch sounded behind her. She picked up a pan out of instinct; waiting for the next sound.
"You're making coffee, I would like a…" Before Jasper could finish his sentence, a pan came flying his way "Woah" he caught the pan without even looking "If you don't want to make me a cup just say so" He placed the pan on the couch.
Nanala crossed her arms. "What are you doing here?" she asked as th demon placed the newspaper onto the table.
"Oh, you haven't heard the news. I am your new protector" Jasper waved his jazz hands around.
"no, no, no," Ginger began to mutter, "I don't need a protector. We won, we are done. Lucifer is back on his throne, finish and klaar," she expressed while Jasper just flipped through the newspaper.
"Yeah, well, the beast is still out there and Luci's mother isn't actually dead. And your mortal,so..." Jasper pushed the paper away from him and leaned against the table, "so face it princess, you are still in trouble, that's why I am here". He flicked his collar and gave her a toothy grin.
"out of all the bloody demons in hell and I get stuck with you, couldn't he have found anyone else" Jasper smile dropped at her expression.
"Listen, I am not happy about this too either, sister but I have no choice" she stared at him "So either we live civilly together or I tied you up" Jasper placed his hands together "I do enjoy tying you up and the silence" he smirked again as she lifted other pan but he raised his hands in surrender.
She huffed and placed the pan down. "You know," a brilliant idea popped into her head. "You could just leave and I could just lie for you with Lucifer," she smiled sheepishly, loving the plan.
Jasper jumped onto the couch, crossing his legs "No way, I am tied to you, kind of demon thing" he crossed his arms behind his head "So you are stuck with me whether you like it or not" Nanala just gave him a bored express before turning away "now about that coffee and I like my eggs done over easy" he turns on the tv just as the frying pan came flying his way but he caught it "always with violence" he turned to the ginger who realized something.
"What about Azrael?" She moved deeper into the lounge. "What happened to her? Is she ok?" Jasper looked up at the worried ginger.
"yea," he turned back to the tv, to flip through the channel "What about Azrael?....
To be continued….