The demon and the Angel

 I walk with Abbadon down the street. We were going to a small cafe on the magical side of town. Once we pass through the veil, all three of our disguises are taken. 

Asmodious is back to his normal self, I am in my true form, and Abbadon looked the same, but he had wings and a halo. We walk to the cafe and sit down in a corner booth. I sat on one side, Abbadon on the opposite, and Asmodious pulled up a chair.

 We stared at each other for a while before he looked down. “So, you own the chapple now, right?” He asks, looking at me again. I smile at him, “Yes, I do. Is there a problem with that, because if so, I could think of a deal to make it fair.”

 I say, my demonic energy is becoming excited despite trying to stay calm. “I have no problem, but I do have a concern, because of your demonic energy, once you leave, isn’t there also the concern of demons taking the chapel in the middle of the night?”

 He asks, his eyes showing genuine curiosity, while the earth has been around for millions of years, demons and angels like us have only been around for about 500 years. Pure Hellborns and angelborns are rare, but when they’re born, they know nothing.

 So they have to be taught. I looked at him, and he seemed about 300 or 400 years old, so about 16 or 17 years old in human years; I was about 19 in human years. “Asmodious will handle it,” I say, looking at him, “won't you?” 

I ask, leaving no room for argument. “Of course, my lady,” he says, before looking at Abbadon, before he could say anything. I add, “ Abbadon, please help Asmodious. It would be better if someone were there to return the demons to hell,” I say, my smile was strained. 

I never smiled, and when I did, it wasn't for this long. “I will have to take my leave now, Princess Caldra. Heaven will get worried if I am away for too long,” Abbadon says, as everyone in the cafe turns to look at us.

 “Of course, I have business myself I need to get to, it has been nice seeing you, Abbadon, angel of death,” I say, my eye turning a bit black, that always happened when a demon called an angel by their title.

 I watched as he walked out. The second he was out, I picked up a plate, feeling the weight in my hand, and threw it at the wall. I hated Abbadon.

 I knew what he did to my family, and I hated him; he was a traitor, using what he did to my father to get redeemed. I look at the other patrons before leaving. I snatched a jeweled knofe off one table, a bag of stones off another, and off a third, a goblet. 

I walk through the veil, my horns, tail, and wings disappearing, but not my anger, never my anger. JI walked through the streets. Wherever my anger touched, it stayed; chaos resulted because of it, but the second I left the premises, everything would go back to normal.

 Once I was calm, I walked home, but not before snatching a necklace and earrings off a wealthy woman. Once I got to the mansion, I went straight to my study. Asmodious soon followed. When he entered, he saw the Items I stole on the table. 

“My lady, why did you take those items?” he asks. “Well, Asmodious, you understand disguising spells, how demons and angels use them to hide everything unnatural?”

 I ask him, and he nods. “Well, it can also be put on items. And well, these are very powerful items. I hold up the knife, “The tooth of the warbringer,” The pebbles,” the eyes of the future,” The goblet, “ the healing chalice of Hermes,” and the jewelry, “The Jewels of Aphrodite.”

 I say, before placing them back down. I place my hands over the items and the shift and change into their true forms. “See, the people selling them were stupid,” I say, looking at Asmodeous, “I was doing them a favor by taking them, because if I didn’t, demons would be drawn to the.” 

I say, taking the now obvious tooth, and I slice my hand with it, no sound of pain, no flinching, just cold energy. This was the shadow people warned me not to let out, this was the power people were afraid of, this was what I was capable of, and I loved it.