A curious, low-ranking angel and a busy, high-up demon meet in a dark alley and make a deal. The outcome was planned from the start and maybe exactly what they both wanted all along. (M/M)
Devilish TrickAuthor(s): L.D. Durham
$0.99Short Story (5300 words)
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Publication date: January 21, 2014
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With my ethereal wings aloft, I attempted to look as innocent and earnest as I could. I’d have slipped on my halo if I knew it wouldn’t have pissed him off. Demons, generally, had been fine with their wings losing their feathers. It was the loss of the halos that really stung. Something to do with making their hair look good, I think.
“Fine, angel. Here’s the deal,” Marbas said, in a voice that would have terrified a human. However, I’ve heard it before. The intimidation factor just isn’t there any longer. “I tell you what is going down tonight. Afterwards, I get any one thing in your power to give me.”
This, if you haven’t noticed, is a deal with a devil. One must tread carefully here.
“I am intrinsically unable to harm others in any capacity,” I reminded him.
“Yeah, I know that.” He had the look of someone who knew he was reeling in a big one.
“And material goods I can create turn to dust in three hours.”
“Don’t annoy me. What do I need with ephemeral junk?” he snorted.
I narrowed my eyes at him, thinking hard. But only for a moment. I really wanted to know, and I did enjoy hanging out with Marbas, especially when he knew I was there and was speaking to me.
“All right, I agree.”
Alas, there is a reason I am not a top-ranking angel. I’m not as clever and all-knowing as the Seraphim, and I am certainly only a speck of dust compared to the Hayot. I’m bottom of the barrel. The Heavenly Host is tens of thousands and I am quite forgotten about and rarely called to do more than I do, which is not a whole lot. I suspect I would have fallen already if I didn’t think the other side would actually make me work.
Marbas smiled. “Deal. And I’ll even be magnanimous. I’ll let you tag along tonight.”
“Really?” I smiled. “Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.” He leaned in, his face serious. “Really, don’t mention it.”
“Understood,” I said with a nod.