The workers bowed their heads slightly as they entered before slowly closing the doors behind them. Veronica was wowed.
Not only was the mansion impressive from where she views it from the hotel she works, or beautiful while they drove in. The interior felt like she has stepped into a castle that belonged to Gods instead of a fallen angel that refused to be redeemed.
How exactly did he acquire everything?
Veronica wondered as she stared in awe at the high ceilings and her fingers itched to touch the paintings she was sure was worth more than her life. Surely, the angels wages they receive annually for watching over their beloved children and years of savings couldn't be enough to have all of this overnight. Her husband even speaks about how the angels are being stingy when it comes to paying them.
But this man and his mysterious brother seems to live perfectly fine in luxury. Veronica's red eyes narrowed on his tall figure moving slowly before her in suspicion. She was one hundred and one percent sure that he does not wear the same suit twice.
Based on what her husband told her, they were once the poorest of survivors when they first fled to earth. They had nowhere to stay, since they had nothing to bring with them from Hell. They were orphans and beggers on the streets of Hell before the war. The funny thing about this was that, it surprised everyone when they knew Hell's favorite street begger, Damon from the house of Mammon emerged from Hell after the war with a mysterious younger brother.
Her husband just assumed they must be both into begging for fire and blood, but they just didn't notice the younger one, who he hasn't seen physically either.
Even the angels don't have any idea how he looks like, except Damon. Her eyes went to him once again.
Why exactly?
The only reason we know he is truly as beautiful as they say is because of that picture of him going viral on the internet. She had a glimpse of the half-faced picture of him, and her and her husband were both in love. They talked about it all night.
She couldn't help get rid of him from her mind. It was too sinful. She folded her hands behind her as they continued their silent walk down another beautiful corridor.
Damon pushed open a set of doors at the far end of the corridor and gave room for her to step in. She noticed how unfriendly he was and the looks of disgust he subtly threw at her. They just met for god sake! What could she have done to upset him? She scoffed when she walked past him into her new room.
No, scratch that. Her new house!
Her room was a whole new world inside this massive mansion. It had four doors, each containing beds and separate furniture for each room. They were all red. She smiled as it remind her of her favorite sin; lust.
There was a large living room well furnished, two mini libraries of her taste and an enormous balcony having a massive view of the outside world. She ran towards it with joy! Loving this place already. Her nails traced the authenticity of the golden railings and she suddenly felt like a princess. A silly, Disney princess.
She came back in to her comfortable bedrooms since there were more than one for herself. She stepped in to meet a glowering Damon standing not to far from where her things were.
"What?" She had to voice out. This little demon is pissing her off so much. His frown deepened at her sassiness. "Haven't you seen a woman admire something shiny before?"
Damon gave out a low growl. "I only have three rules for you to follow while living with me, and you are expected to abide by them if you want to remain here."
Veronica folded her arms across her chest, giving him a smirk. Damon didn't like her behavior at all. It was repulsive. If not for her being the wife of his friend, he would have her sleeping with the workers in their houses. Or taken far, far, far away from him and his brother.
"The third rule is; the lights in this house I want you turning on is the one in this room. Turning any other light apart from this place would have you being kicked out by me."
"You're joking, right?"
"I am as serious as throwing you out of this house."
"I don't understand. What if I have to leave my room when it is dark? Would you prefer throwing out my dead body the next day due to a fall or an injury?"
"Then you don't go anywhere when it's dark. You stay here and talk to yourself, minding your business."
"This is ridiculous--"
"The second rule is," he continued ignoring her cries of protest. "You come meet me if you need anything and I will have them delivered to your place. Don't go bothering the staffs or ordering them around like they are yours or this is your house. You've been warned."
"Come and meetโฆare you even hearing yourself talk right now? What if I needโฆ" She paused before saying whatever it is she wanted to say. "What if I require a sanitary pad when I am on my period. Do fallen angels even know what that means?" She raised her eyebrows at him to see if he would have the decency to let her do whatever she wants.
Damon chuckled, "Try me, human."
Veronica's jaw kissed the ground in disbelief before shaking her head in disappointment.
"Anything you want or need, you make a list and give it to me whenever I am available. Do I make myself clear?"
Veronica didn't say a word, finding all this difficult to believe. Whenever he is around? How long would I have to wait to tell him I need a new toothbrush or paste?
"Can't I go out to get them myself than have a demon get them for me?"
His eyes grew dark. "I am no longer a demon. I am a redeemed-fallen angel now." And corrected.
"Yeah, whatever. Try telling yourself that with that attitude of yours."
Damon imagined how it would feel to break her neck and rip out that irritating voice from her throat. She wouldn't be that easy to control. He should have just said no to Constantine.
"The first rule isโฆ Don't you ever, ever, ever, and I mean ever, cross paths with my brother. Don't even dare try looking for him. He is off-limits to everyone, especially troublemakers. If you shall see him mistakenly, please look away and mind your business. The moment I see you bothering him, you would be sent off to a hotel miles away from any trace of civilization till your dear husband comes for you."
Veronica sighed. "Why do I have a feeling you made him this way? Cut him off from society and even from the watchful eyes of the angels."
"I am just protecting him."
"Really? From what?"
Damon became silent, staring deep into her red, rebellious eyes. "It's something your little brain can't comprehend."
"Jesus, did you just insult me--"
Damon cocked his head sideways. "Not who I was expecting you to call, but never mind. The point is, he is off-limits. I can forgive if the other rules are broken but not this. He must not inform me of your presence."
Veronica shook her head walking close to him to start unpacking her bags.
"Fine. I would stay clear of the devil and even you. Majorly everything and everybody in this house. If I should need anything, I will call home and send one of our workers to have them delivered here. Thank you very much," She said while dragging one of her overweight bags to the giant walk-in closet.
She looked around and for the first time, she noticed how dusty everywhere was. She came out feeling angry that they are letting her stay in a beautiful but dirty room.
"Is there a rule of me not making it out here alive?"
Damon who was about to leave and have her settled in stopped and turned to face her again. He gave her a questioning look.
"This place looks like it hasn't been cleaned since you guys fled from Hell." She gestured with her hands at the place. "How am I going to survive? I am very sensitive to dirt. I hate them around me. Constantine made it impossible for me to be considerate."
Damon sighed, feeling exhausted already. He looked around himself and the room wasn't that bad. You would only see the dirt if you look too closely or have microscopic eyes. She is just doing this to vent her anger on him.
"Fine. The workers would be up here to have everywhere cleaned up again to your taste. But remember not to dare boss them around like you own them. Remember your place. And I will take it upon myself to let Constantine know how that excess pampering is not helping you spoiled brat."
Her shoe connected with the door, making a loud impact the moment Damon stepped out of the hallway.
"Remember your place, my feet. This is not your house too damned angel from Hell. We both don't know our place here." She mumbled before venting out her frustration on the rest of the furniture in her room.
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๐ก๐ข ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฌ! ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ฌ๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐ฐ๐๐๐ง ๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ง ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ฆ๐๐-๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ง ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ/๐๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ.
๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐๐ฆ๐ง๐๐. ๐๐ก๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ฆ๐๐ ๐จ๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐ญ๐๐๐๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐๐ค๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐๐๐๐ญ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ง. ๐๐จ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐ฌ๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐๐ฒ, ๐ฐ๐ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ, ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐จ๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐๐๐๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ง ๐๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐๐๐๐ญ๐ฌ.