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!


8. Chapter 8

 SENDER: Did you want to catch up soon. I miss you 

A*Nightingale: What were you doing this weekend?

SENDER: TOOOO FAAAAAAAARRRRR AAAAWWWWAAYYYYY, Nightingale. You are seriously killing me here.

A*Nightingale: Leo, its Thursday.

SENDER: Exactly. I propose we go out tonight.

A*Nightingale: Can’t. I have to study. L

SENDER: Where is University ever going to take you A-Dog?

A*Nightingale: One, everywhere and two, please don’t call me that ever again.

SENDER: Please Nightingale. Let’s go see a movie.

A*Nightingale: Not tonight. What about tomorrow night?

SENDER: I’m cool with that.

A*Nightingale: I have to study now. Ciao.

SENDER: Alice, love.

A*Nightingale: Yes, Leo.

SENDER: That isn’t the sound of you working. We could be hanging out already.

A*Nightingale: GOOD NIGHT!

SENDER: Alice???

SENDER: ALICE??????????

I looked through our previous text messages, my lips twitch in what could only be a grin of anticipation. It had been three weeks since the reunion and I had spent most of the time texting Alice. I could tell the relationship between her and I was solid. It was high time I lead her into a life of sin. Yet I was finding it impossible to change Alice. It wasn’t all that difficult, but I didn’t want to hurt her. She had a sweet heart and it would rip me apart to take that from her. So, instead of leading her into sin, I let her sway me from my earlier temptations.

Looking towards my pin board, I found myself thinking about Karla, as was the usual lately. My friends had been busy finding out new information on whoever, or whatever, was dusting our kind.

I was following a lead that looked at humans being the source of dustings. There were many humans who believed in our kind. Most of them took it upon themselves to kill us, either to guarantee a spot in hell, got to love Satanists, or to rid the world of our “filthy existence”.  Having lived with the most despicable humans possible, I believed it was them who were behind the dustings. There were, of course, multiple different theories. A fallen gone rogue who was now bent on revenge, Lucifer testing us and of course, Angels, bent on destroying us. Of course, all these options had their flaws. For instance, we would sense another fallen or angel. And why would the boss test us? If he believed we weren’t up to standards, he could just send us right back. None of this made sense to me.

I quickly checked the time. It was just after ten at night. I was on edge and I hadn’t seen anyone since Monday when Alice and I last caught up. So I decided it was time to go out.

I checked my phone to see if any misfit teens would be out again tonight. There was a party a couple of blocks from my street that I want to look at. Somehow I have lived my prolonged life without regrets. Unfortunately, tonight would mark the end of my “regret free life”.

It was a struggle to remember the few people I was able to name at that party. However, there was one person I knew all too well. Diane Nightingale. I had spent most of the night avoiding her, hoping that maybe she wouldn’t notice me.

“Leo, right?” she had asked, obviously wasted without another drink in her hand. “Alice’s boyfriend?”

“No, not Alice’s boyfriend,’ I told her.

“Ha. Try telling her that,” she told me, taking another swig from her can.

“Diane, I think it’s time for you to leave,” I told her, as firmly as possible.

“I know, why you won’t date her,” she said, quietly, her words slurring together. “It’s because Alice is to good, huh? Trust me, I pick up most of her slack.” She winked then flung her arm over my shoulder, getting her lips as close to mine as possible.

“Diane, we need to get you home,” I said, trying to keep her lips away. “Where is your ride?”

Of course that was the moment she passed out. I rolled my eyes. The one day I finally get a break from Alice and her sister passes out in my arms. I did the only thing I could do. I picked her up and placed her carefully in my car. Then I messaged Alice.

SENDER: I found your sister. Bringing her home.

Pulling up to the Nightingale’s house, something felt off, unusual. Not quite right. The house was quite. All the lights were off. One more thing… There was way too many people in the house. Now I was on high alert. Alice was in that house. Alice was in extreme danger.

I moved the car meters away, so that Diane would be safe. No point in saving Alice just to have her sister killed.

I stealthily walked to the door of the house and knocked, lightly. No one answered. With the amount of people in the house, you would think at least one person would open the door. I moved far enough that anyone in side wouldn’t hear my phone.

I rang Alice.

“Hello?” she answered.

“Alice, what is going on?” I asked her, very quietly.

“Leo, what do you mean?” she asked. She sounded desperate, like she wanted me to believe her, but I could hear the fear in her voice.

“Alice, who is there with you?” I asked, sternly.

The phone disconnected and I ran. I ran for Alice. Because I was scared it would be the last time I would ever see her again. I really couldn’t live like that!

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