New Job

The brighter the light, the darker the shadow, and the smaller the source of light, the more the darkness consumes.

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Her uneven breaths faltered more as she felt his hand creep up her thigh. You could hear the sound of shifting fabric as her head moved side to side. Every sound blended as her mind spun. The grinding sound of her teeth bounced off her skull, she could feel the man's breath against her neck as he pressed her arms into the sheets. His grip on her tightened as she resisted, he rubbed himself against her until his lower body slipped between her legs.

He roughly forced her small wrists into one of his palms while he pulled her top over her face. Her body thrashed around as his lips roamed her abdomen. The man let out a harsh sigh against her skin, mocking her fighting effort that became nothing more than twitches as the drugs kicked in.

He smirked at his greatness, in his mind, he drowned himself in glory for "his job well done." He wanted to pat himself on the back for how well he kept her distracted as he slipped the small pill into her drink. His toes curled as he imagined finally getting to pleasure himself after holding back. How dare she dress this way and not expect me to want to have her to myself? After dealing with the blaring music and smelly drunks , he got her upstairs, alone, where it was just the two of them. His eyes widened in glee as he spotted her tempting, exposed, chest. It was his reward for having to deal with all her struggling, he deserved it.

"No one can resist me, not even you," the man froze as a lovely chuckle replaced her muffled grunts. The music seemed to die down as his ears focused on the growing sound of her laughter filling the room. He slowly looked up to her head that was covered by her top. Her shoulders bounced from her hysterical giggles. Saliva gathered in his mouth from nervousness, he gulped as he reached to pull her top down. Lower and lower, he pulled, revealing her rounded eyes calmly staring back at him. Her legs suddenly locked around his hips, the sudden yank brought him closer as they squeezed his waist.

"H-how are you moving? I-I watched you drink it, I-I put the pill in-?" The woman simply smiled darkly as she yanked her hands out of his grip. The man desperately gripped the bed sheets in an effort to stay propped up. His mouth hung open, shocked, as the woman wiped her eyes trying to stop herself from tearing up, she was laughing too hard.

"I'm sorry, I was going to keep the act up longer, but you just had to say that line," the woman looked up at the man as if he knew what she was talking about. He stared down in horror wishing to escape, but her hold kept him stiffened to the bed.

 "How are humans so predictable, "no one can resist me." How do you all say the same thing?" The young woman mimicked him as her chest was exposed, her breast lightly bouncing as she continued to laugh. The man awkwardly chuckled along hoping she was crazy enough to set him free. Her expression suddenly dropped, she abruptly sat up, causing the man to jump back slightly.

 "So you like drugging girls Richy?" His heart dropped hearing his name drip past her plump lips. His fight or flight agitated at the sheer lack of mercy in her eyes. His limbs were frozen, leaving his mind abandoned to remember that he never gave his name to girls he drugged.

"Wow, that look of terror and confusion never ceases to make me smile." A trapped breath escaped Richy's lungs giving his body a shock, releasing him from her spell. He ran to the door but could only gasp as the ground was ripped from beneath him. He hollered as his body made contact with the opposing wall. The woman towered over him and simply stared down at him, wordlessly telling him to stay in his place.  He felt a warm liquid wet his pants but couldn't rip his eyes from hers.

"P-p-please, l-let me go," his hands blocked his body as he watched the whites of her eyes go completely black, and horns grow from her temple.

 "M-m-monster!" He tried to crawl away but only managed to get from under her. His arms collapsed due to the pain of the earlier impact.

"Funny isn't it, karma came early to make its rounds." Her steps were light but louder than any speaker. The sound magnified as she got closer. Her perfectly lined finger lightly touched Ricky's chin, tilting it up so his eyes met her dark and empty ones.

"What do you say, Richy, should I do you just like you did all those young girls? Should I hit you as your mommy used to?" His brow crashed at her words, he felt a sense of violation, what was she?

"Actually, I wouldn't dare hit you like your mommy did, because she let you live," Ricky managed to pull up the courage to make another run for the door. With his pants soiled he clutched at the knob desperately, his sight fogging from his tears. 

"What a surprise, you dare to run from me, but don't have the balls to pay a prostitute to sleep with you," the knob wouldn't budge, he panicked as he felt his demise coming. Her presence burned into his back, an unseen flame was touching his skin from behind.

"Fallen, the boss wants you," the sound of a new voice ruptured the frightening scenario. Ricky turned to see a young man, in a suit, nicely dressed in the corner. Before he could formulate a thought, he was already clutching to the man's pant leg, begging for a savior.

"Please, help me, this lady is crazy," the well-dressed man merely glanced down at him in disgust. He shooed him away and kicked him to the ground.

"Fallen, I don't quite get why you don't just kill him. Why must you waste energy on doing this?" Ricky crawled away to the door begging for it to open. With a wave of her hand, the knob turned, and the man was tumbling through the halls screaming for help.

"I can't take his soul until he takes his own life, you know that, it's my rule. This better be good, 287, I was working." The demon looked down with eyebrows raised. Fallen followed his view and noticed her exposed chest. She clicked her tongue before fixing her bra and top, requesting him to continue.

"Do humans think that we look like that?" 287 merely pointed towards her horns, giving her a confused look.

"I don't get it either, but I guess so," Fallen glitched home and waited for 287 to follow. She knew that, although 287 was her assistant, it was rare for him to deliver jobs to her personally. She threw herself into her bed before unclipping her bra, nothing could quite match the unbinding feeling. She slid it off and threw it aside along with her shoes and socks. 

"Lay it on me," 287 cleared his throat at her behavior before informing his boss of her duties.

"The boss-," 

"Stop, say it right-," 287 glanced at her unfaltering expression and returned to the letter.

"The walking headache congratulates you on your top ranking in delivering souls, with that, he wants to assign you a special job." Fallen was intrigued by the request, her boss never sends her "congratulations" messages, let alone a personal job request. She snatched the paper from 287's hands before skimming it briefly, she couldn't believe what she was reading.

"He wants me to what, save a human? Why me, I'm a demon? Our kind doesn't protect people, we make them suffer!" This went against the entire system. Fallen couldn't help the looming thought that her boss was too comfortable with risking her outing herself as a fallen angel. There was no comfortable way to live in hell as a fallen one. It was like wearing a dog tag that says, "I betrayed Christ, I can't be trusted to stay loyal." She read further down and couldn't hide her irritation.

" Not only do I have to protect him, but I have to conceal my identity, blend amongst humans, and manage my work as well, can I catch a break?"

Her fists clenched at her boss's audacity. She ran her hands through her curls in desperate relief. Scratching her scalp as she calmed herself to untangle her fingers. Being at the top was all fun and games until her workload quadrupled. She angrily looked up at 287 ready to blow a fuse.

"Fallen, I know that look, don't. I get you guys have a close relationship but he's your boss." 

"And I'm yours, so zip it," she huffed as she plopped off her bed. With a blink of her eyes, she was standing before the door of her boss's office. Without a touch, she swung the door open.

"Eww, gross," her eyes looked away. She awkwardly turned away from her topless boss and his new friends. The women quickly separated from him and rushed to fix their appearances. You could hear the papers shuffle, their movements made them slide off the desk and scatter around the office floor. The two randoms sped past Fallen, slamming the door behind them.

"Fallen, what did I tell you about coming into my office without knocking?" The boss's usually calm demeanor was gone, leaving an angry tone to greet her. 

" I knocked...sort of," she quickly replied, but it was clear that the boss wasn't entertained.

"Who knew that the little angel I picked up, that could barely hurt a fly, would grow to irritate me," he plopped back into his office chair, buttoning his shirt. He couldn't even fix his collar before he was bombarded by Fallen's curiosity.

"Tell me straight, what is this job, who are they, do you have a thing for them or something, aren't you the least bit worried about the backlash, answer me Namjoon?" Namjoon stopped his movements and turned to Fallen. Yes, he raised her, but she was nothing more than an employee during work hours. He let her get away with a few things here and there but she didn't have the right to address him by name, especially not in his office. Namjoon let his undone tie hang around his neck as he buttoned his blazer. His chin flexed while his fingers fixed his cuffs with ease. 

"You will correct the way you address me Fallen, or I will return you to where I picked you up." Fallen reluctantly backed away knowing that Namjoon was the only person that could tell her what to do. He had a kind-looking exterior but the level of darkness he oozed would make a regular person sick with poison. She was strong, but not as strong as him. 

"You read the letter, you have improved in skill so I gave you a harder job, end of discussion," this explained nothing, if anything, it left her more confused. He noticed how she wasn't easing up and wanted to avoid unnecessary questions. 

"His name is Min Yoongi, he's an eighteen years old aspiring rapper that is on the brink of doing something stupid. Be a good little demon and protect him for a while. If he dies, you die, understood? Don't mess this up Fallen."

She wanted him to elaborate but knew there was no winning against his manipulative mind. She puffed air from her nose before glitching her way out.

"How did it go," 287 was already waiting for Fallen's return since he didn't have the authority to glitch into their boss's office. He noticed her already reluctant body language so he left the file for her to read.

"This is your new assignment, please read up this time, we don't want what happened in Dallas to happen again," she was already tired from her long day. After showering, and finishing up her nightly routine, she decided to face the daunting task of reading up on her next victim... no, client. As Namjoon described, the young man was in his senior year of high school and was working to become a rapper, but that was all his file had, there wasn't even a photo. It was strange that there wouldn't be more information. Humans can't hide their secrets from Hell, there is no corner to crawl into that a demon can't visit. She didn't know who was after him and why, but a job is a job.

"Okay, Min Yoongi, challenge accepted, see you tomorrow." She tossed the papers on the ground as she put her bonnet over her locks. Tomorrow was going to be a chaotic day and she needed her beauty rest. 

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