“Why don’t you get it, Justin?”
“Because you’re not making sense! You have your walls up, but so do I. You have a past, and I do too. You know we’re perfect for each other!”
I scoffed. “You’re ridiculous.”
I turned to face him, anger blazing through me. “I’m a suicide mission. My mind is filled with demons and I’ve surrendered to them. I can’t do this anymore; I’m broken, Justin.” My voice began to rise as my anger grew and I met his eyes. “Why can’t you understand that you should stay away from me!”
He ran his hands through his hair, frustrated. “See, that's the problem. I can’t stay away from you. I haven’t been able to since the minute I met you!”
My breathing hitched as he came closer and closer, walking angrily towards me. He let out a frustrated groan as he pushed me against the side of his car. He brought his mouth up to my neck, breathing heavily.
“You have to keep going. You’re broken and I still love you. You’re still perfect. You’re broken, so let me help. Let me fix you."


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The fall of Lucifer was unexpected, the betrayal of an inside invasion. He was beautiful and alluring, and why would you suspect an angel of such beauty to hold such disloyalty and sin? He was said to be God’s most trusted ally, he represented trusted attributes of loyalty, allegiance, self- discipline, but most of He was coated in a thick layer of beauty that used this facade of characteristics to veil an unassertive introvert, one who took advantage of the freedom of suspicion that was embedded in him to transform it into something wicked. Beauty is said to be merely skin deep, a simple scratch will do away with beauty.. Deception on the other hand reaches right to the core. The result of the two when intricately laced? Suffering. The evil and wickedness that meant the reveling in suffering was embedded deep within Lucifer, and he used both his given gift of beauty and his learnt talent of trickery to create all sorts of suffering for those who never Fell. Lucifer and the angels among him involved in the Fall were desirable, captivating pieces of heaven that had been corrupted with trickery and deceit and left the rest of them to deal with the heart wrenching pain of betrayal.

Humans, a race who was so simple compared to the ever powerful and almighty angels of heaven and hell, were said to be ‘untempted’ by Lucifer or his fallen angels. They would not fall down to a sadist with red horns and a trident of death, complete with a snarl and the ability to hold flames in his hand. However they would instead, unknowingly, be tempted by a devil in the most beautiful form of their strongest most glamourous desires. They would be tricked so easily into the palms of the devil through false miracles, unwavering temptation and unstoppable beauty. The lessons from this were invaluable, that beauty in all shapes and forms was not to be trusted.  It was the trick of Lucifer himself, the more beautiful, the more dangerous. The same way that the enthralling Fallen left the trail of broken hearted angels behind them to mourn their loss alone, human beings with beauty to match the angels themselves leave their own trace of empty, heartbroken lovers in their midst with the same nonchalance and selfishness.

Human knowledge can only be obtained through experience, and my entire life I have been encaptured by beautiful things. I have experienced the suffering that is brought with beauty and fulfillment of desire from such an early age. The fact that I am here in an alleyway in the late evening after ballet class, watching in awe as a boy with the beauty to rival Lucifer himself standing from a far proves that I still have not learnt my lesson. I almost let out a sigh as he turned, becoming almost more beautiful with each inch I saw of him.

The unknown gorgeous boy stood with only one other, both wearing dark skinny jeans that displayed their long legs and a black hoodie. His sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, displaying his arms littered in tattoos that were too intricate to see from afar. His golden hair shone in the dim streetlight, styled into a quiff, the sides of his head basically shaved. I watched as he shook what looked like a can before reaching up onto the wall. I frowned  in recognition of their actions - they were graffiting the all over the wall! Dimmed police sirens echoed in the distance causing a pounding in my head to increase. I watched as one of the boys bent down to two large bags at his feet and pulled out a macbook, the words ‘DISPLAY ONLY’ stuck onto the lid. It had to have been stolen especially judging by the way he was looking around warily as the other spray painted the wall.  An audible gasp escaped my lips and I rapidly closed my hands over my mouth, cowering behind the wall that seemed to separate our two worlds. They didn’t see you. They didn’t hear you. You’re okay. My heart danced as quickly as the pulse in the can seemed to move when shaken by the alluring boy I was observing just seconds ago. It was then I tore my eyes away from these two figures that I realised the pitch blackness of the night sky. Their focus was based entirely on the abstract art that was being crafted ahead of them and I found this as my opportunity to flee from the scene that I was witnessing. If the police found out I was here - I could be seen as an accomplice! In my haste, my vision lighted by no more than a street lamp, I tripped over the metal lid of a trash can lying on the floor in front of my pathway, my bag full of ballet shoes and bobby pins falling over my head. The metal clanged and banged against the concrete echoing off of the brick walls surrounding me.

They definitely heard that.

The ticking sound that once came with the swaying of the can came to a halt and it was then that I felt  as though my heart went with it.

“What was that noise?” A male voice asked, anger set deep in his tone. A shiver ran down my spine at the sound of his deep voice in my ears. I sunk down against the wall, curling in on myself in an attempt to hide myself in the darkness. I rested my head on my knees and begged myself not to cry.

“Probably just an animal.” Another male voice replied, sounding seemingly bored.

“Let’s check it out.” The first voice insisted, a contrasting excitement entering his tone. A sort of sick, psychotic excitement.

I screwed my eyes closed as tightly as I could, praying to every and any God that existed that these two unpredictable boys wouldn’t find me. When I was really small, this used to be a game. Hiding from people, seeing who could be found first. I squeezed my eyes yet tighter still with the old chant running through my mind ‘If you can’t see them, they can’t see you.’

I let out small, shaky breaths as no footsteps were heard coming anywhere close to me. A choked sob made its way from my throat as I dared myself to open my eyes. It would be safe, surely. There was not one sound of another human around me, no breathing or talking or footsteps.

I slowly released my eyes, opening them slightly and letting them adjust to the dim light, only to be met with a smirking boy kneeling in front of me. A half scream escaped my mouth before the boy clamped his hand down onto me. My eyes widened comically as I looked between the two handsome boys trapping me in.

“No screaming, cutie.” I recognized the deep voice as the first from before. “Wouldn’t want someone to know you were here, would we?”

“Stop scaring her, Justin. Let her up.” the other boy started, his tone suggesting he had to deal with this all the time.

“No. I think we could have some fun.” He smirked, his eyes boring into mine. “Don’t you, Noah?” ‘Justin’ turned to the other boy, a grin playing out over his features. Facing me once again his cool breath could be felt on my skin even in the crisp air, “What are we gonna do with you?”

“We’re not doing anything with her.” Noah stated in a harsh tone, “As long as she doesn’t tell anyone what she saw, right?” Both boys now had their focus towards me, waiting for reassurance but I was unable to even reassure myself that I would escape here in safety.

Up close I could see Justin’s eyes in the dim light, dark and hazel and cold. I traced his features with my own eyes, over his pierced eyebrow and bottom lip and his strong, defined jawline. He was so beautiful it hurt to look at him, and I imagined myself being burnt if I dared to touch him.

“Right?” Justin prompted, looking slightly less threatening than he had a second ago.

I nodded in a rushed manner, unable to speak as his cool palm was still shut over my mouth - the smell of metal playing as a menacing aura around it.

“I still don’t seem to believe her.” Justin muttered once more towards Noah.

I snuck my tongue out from between my lips, licking a wet stripe onto his palm. Justin jumped back in surprise, pulling his hand away quickly.

“She fucking licked me!” He yelled accusingly, as if I had just bitten one of his fingers off. Getting up quickly from my place on the dirty ground, I spared a glance at Noah, who was smirking in amusement. I took off running, ignoring the calls of protest from Justin behind me.

As I pushed myself harder than I thought physically possible I turned yet again another corner and came to a halt when my body hit hard against another’s. Dazed yet still pumped on adrenaline I picked myself back up and was prepared to continue my sprint before being pulled back by a tug on my jumper. Concentrated on the idea that now everyone was out to get me, I turned around poised to let my body protect itself.

“Cass?!” Why the hell does a predator know my name? And why does their voice sound so familiar? “Cassidy Ellen I have spent all night looking for you and now your fist is set to knock me out?!”

I blinked away unshed tears, letting away the blurriness of my eyesight as I panted, trying to catch my breath. The once blurry outline of a person now slowly began to resemble-

“Abby!” I yelled, grabbing her by the collar and wrapping my arms around her. I needed comfort, support...something to hold onto after that episode of high adrenalin and fear. And my best friend was exactly that. “I saw this guy and then I knocked over this trash can and he-”
“Okay, honey. Slow down. How about we just go back to my place and calm down? Maybe you won’t be so... mentally dismantled then.”
I agreed with a shaky nod, walking safely beside my best friend. Was she going to ask who it was? If I remembered them to report them?

I could recall the detail of Justin’s face clearer than daylight, and Noah’s sunken eyes and dark hair was still imprinted on my eyelids. The symbol spray painted on the wall, colours and all, was at the forefront of my mind.

Besides, I knew their names.

Justin and Noah. Noah and Justin.

Lucifer’s most beautiful angels, there to be just as dangerous as they were destined to be.

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