Original Sin

"I hadn’t slept a wink that night. The scene that surrounded me was complete chaos. Teens scrambling to get home before their parents realized they had been drinking all night. The house was a mess, toilet paper everywhere."

Being fallen is the easiest job in the world for Leo and, let's face it, all fallen angels. Leading ordinary humans into a life of sin with no regret? Piece of cake! It's just part of the job.

However, when Leo meets his next job at a party, things start getting weird, which is pretty damn weird for a fallen angel, all things considered. Then Leo loses his best friend. And now, someone's gotta pay!


1. Chapter 1

I hadn’t slept a wink that night. The scene that surrounded me was complete chaos. Teens scrambling to get home before their parents realized they had been drinking all night. The house was a mess, toilet paper everywhere.

I casually poured myself a bowl of cereal and walked around the house. I felt sorry for the poor kid who had to clean this mess up, but was glad it wasn’t my problem. I create the parties, I don’t clean up after them.

As a twenty one year old male, I was old enough to be a role model for the sixteen year old teens who tortured their parents by getting out and about whenever possible. No matter how sorry I felt for the kids though, I could never apologize. This was my job and I would see it through.

I went outside to take a smoke, stretching my muscles. When I felt confident that no unsuspecting teen had followed, I let out my wings. The amount of trouble I had gotten into before I had died a century ago had turned my wings a midnight black, as they do all fallen angels.

I had spent twenty years in hell, repenting for my sins. Then the Almighty Lucifer had organized a meeting with me. He had told me that I could have a chance back on Earth. I just had to do one thing. My first job.

Back at the party, Karla had been the only person to follow me.

“Leo, what are you doing?” she asked, with a cheeky grin on her face. 

“I need a moment,” I told her, taking another puff of the deadly poison.

She played in the feathers of my wings, purposely trying to evoke a reaction. “I want a puff, Leo,” she pleaded.

I smiled and handed her the cigarette, staring at the garden around us. Karla had been my first job. Turning my best friend had been easier than I had thought. She had died forty years after me. It had been a challenge. Karla had been the goody two shoes and at sixty years of age, it had been a habit for Karla.

However, even Karla was no challenge for me. I had promised her sin and delivered. Now here we were, both looking young and healthy. Karla didn’t look old, as you might think. Karla looked sixteen. She told me those were the years she wanted to live.

We weren’t physically here. We were spiritually entities. Therefore, age meant nothing to us. We could be six or six hundred. Although, personally, I preferred to look young. A part of me had always wanted to relive the moment before my death. Wanted to change it. The other part of me knew it was impossible.

I looked into Karla’s eyes. She looked young, even though she wasn’t. I guess she was still new at sin. That is why she still enjoyed the parties. I had enjoyed them once too. Getting other teens drunk with me had always been my specialty. However, I was getting bored with it. I had been drinking since I was fourteen. You can see how it repeats itself. Each night the same.

 I pulled my wings back just before two females exited the house. One had a vomit stain on her top. She looked wrecked.

The other, however. She looked nice. Presentable. You could tell by her bun and her composure that she hadn’t been here before. She had lightly applied make up, and recently too.

“Diane, come on, let’s get you out of here,” she whispered gently to the girl. It was obvious by the gentle way she helped the other female in her arms that she often helped the drunk.

“Mum is going to freak,” the other girl moaned, collapsing on the pavers.

“May I help?” I asked, causally.

The more presentable of the two women looked at me. “I’m good,” she told me, in matter of fact tone. What stopped me though, was her smile. It was nothing like Karla’s bright smile and yet, it seemed more important to see this strangers.

“I can’t leave a damsel in distress,” I told her, pushing my point.

She looked at me, leaving the young lady for a moment to ask, “And who do you think is the damsel in this moment?”

“Your friend,” I told her, knowing full well a sophisticated women like herself would appreciate keeping her independence.  

She smiled again, letting her mouth open more. “Not just my friend. My sister. And I need to get her home.”

“Allow me to get her to the car at least,” I insisted.

“I’ll be fine,” she reassured me.

“Can I at least have your number?” I asked her, smiling deviously.

“I don’t have one,” she told me. I watched her drag her sister to her car.

I found my next job.

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