I follow the Angel back to the heavens. As we land in front of the gate, my wings go back into my skin. I try to keep my face void of emotion as I wonder why they had requested me; I had not heard from angels in years.

We walk through the gates, and curious Angel's follow us to the temple of the Archangels.

They all stand before me, heads held high, shoulders rolled back, chest puffed out, and wings on full display—the high and mighty.

"What am I needed for? I thought I am only a reaper?" I lift one of my brows in question.

"We have another quest, Thana," Micheal states, looking down at me. Both literally and figuratively.

I tilt my head waiting for him to continue. "You are to make friends with Lucifer," Angel's around me gasp, I bust out laughing.

I'm laughing; other Angel's are looking at me with eyes wide in shock.

I'm laughing as I bend over, I feel the glares from the Archangels.

I wipe an imaginary tear as I look back up at them "You guys really had my wings tied up for a moment, I thought you were serious." I state as an extra giggle escapes my lips.

"Anyway, so what is this real quest? Or is this an April fool's joke? Is it April on earth? I can't remember?" I state as I scratch my head.

"Thana," Raphael states looking at me seriously.

Oh God, they are serious?

I stomp my foot as I whine "Aw come on, really," Raphael rolls his eyes at my response.

"Why am I doing this? Why does he have to even know who I am?" I question. I had never met Lucifer; I had heard his voice during my time in hell but had never met the fallen Angel that rules hell.

"We have already sent three Angel's and they failed, now we are sending you." I cross my arms and roll my eyes. "We have to connect hell and heaven again; if we can form a treaty between us all, then things would run a lot smoother," Raphael explains further, causing Michael to send him a glare.

"So you send three angels and then give up on the Angel's, I think you should give them another try." I shrug my shoulders; I really don't want to go; I've been to hell before, of course, in more of a prisoner's sense but still. No one wants to go to hell.

"We are just trying different people, Thana, please don't fight us on this." I sigh at Raphael's pleas; I did have a soft spot for him; he is the only Angel not utterly full of himself.

"Fine, but I still get to do my job, and I don't have to stay there," I state my conditions, Michael opens his mouth to speak, but Raphael interrupts him quickly.

"Deal." I nod as I turn my back.

"Oh, and Thana," I turn at Michael's voice and see him looking at me with a smirk. "Don't fall in love with the devil. It won't work out for you in the end."

I roll my eyes at his words. "What even is love?" I state as I walk off.

Oh please, me fall in love? I don't see that happening.

****

I walk through the door of my cottage and see Morana. She sends me a worried smile. "So, how did it go?"

I put my scythe on the makeshift hanger for it and then sit on the couch. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I state as I let my head roll back and close eyes.

"Oh come on, try me," I hear her voice push. I look at her with a pointed look.

"I'm supposed to make the devil trust me basically," I state, and her eyes widen she then starts to laugh.

She doesn't believe me. She looks at me before laughing again.

"I laughed too," I state, looking at my nails waiting for her too sober up from her laughter.

"Wait seriously." She states, looking at me wide-eyed.

"I also said that," I state calmly, looking at her.

She leans towards me with an unbelieving look on her face. "Are you going to do it?" She asks.

I nod, "Yes, and I'll fail, then life can go back to normal." I state, looking at her confidently.

She shrugs her shoulders. "Good luck with that." She pauses as she winks, "I heard he is devilishly good looking." She states with a smile.

"I'm not going to fall in love with him; I'm just supposed to make him trust me," I state with a laugh as I see her get that look in her eyes.

"You neve-"

"Love got me killed Morana, more than once, I'll never fall in love again." I interrupt her, destroying any hope from forming within her.

Morana, a hopeless romantic, lived a fairytale life. Sometimes she forgets what brought me here.

She winces "Well maybe-"

"It won't be different, if anything it would be worse, it's Lucifer!" I state, looking at her as if she was crazy. "Plus, they didn't ask me to sleep with him; I have to gain his trust."

Before she could speak, I feel a tingle rush through my body. Looking at her, she thought it too.

Time for work.

I stand and stretch my hand out and let the scythe caress my fingertips as it floats into my hand. I grab it entirely, and we head out of the cottage.

I walk with a purpose and let my wings break from my back. They spread as they lift me from the rock I call home. Morana follows me; we then split ways as we make it to earth. I walk into a nice neighborhood. It's dark, I take out the pocket watch.

12:35.

I'm a little early. I walk calmly to the house: Strong brick house, white picket fence, green grass recently mowed. I walk through the fence and into the house: Wood floors, a white carpet under a dark sofa.

I look towards the couple. The woman, red hair, bruises covering her pale body, crawl across the wood floor—blood smearing.

Behind her is a man. Dark brown hair, creamy skin, freckles in random places, a small mole on his forehead. A couple of drops of sweat rolls down his face.

He walks over her, taunting her. His words scratch her heart like a record. She continues to pull herself, determined. She gets a little beside the couch.

The man laughs as he rolls her over and climbs on top of her. His hands wrap around her throat. He grits his teeth as he stares at her, she scratches his arms, his knuckles start turning white. She is gasping, her hand searching for something on the other side of them. Suddenly he is knocked off her; his head is bleeding, the temple.

I look at her hand, a metal weight.

She starts crying as she goes for her phone, calling someone.

I look at the man with a smirk as he breaths his last breath.

I place the blade of the scythe on his forehead and dig in a little. White smoke escapes the hole, and I quickly grab it. Place it beside me, and the man appears. He looks at me in fear and shock.

"What? No, no, I'm supposed to go to heaven." A chuckle escapes my lips at the terror on his face. I look like a fallen angel to him.

"If I remember Tony, you stopped believing in God a long time ago," I say sickly sweet with a smile to match.

"Well, I change my mind, I believe now." He states, pleading me, eyes wide, body shaking.

I look at the young woman on the floor, bloody and bruised. I then look back at him. A smirk is taking over my face. "That's just not how it works, Tony."

I laugh as he starts screaming, he turns on his heels. Like he can run. I open my hand, palm facing his direction as darkness rushes from my hands to him, wrapping around his body except for his shoulders and up, and bringing him back to me.

"Now, now, we can't leave the demons waiting on you." He screams at my words as my wings spread and carry us from the house.

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