Chapter 8

"How did they manage to come here?"

"I don't know! It's impossible! She's no angel!"

"No, but she stinks of werewolf"

I growled softly as I woke up from the darkness I was in. I discretely sniffed the air; there are two angels and two demons. I took a moment to let my body wake up and opened my eyes once I was completely awake.

My eyes adjusted to the burning light in front of me without a blink. I was tied and handcuffed in a chair inside a beige room; literally. The walls and ceiling were beige while the floor was a dull grey; there were no windows and just one door. I looked at the angels and demons in front of me and narrowed my eyes.

The demons are both dark haired, with dark eyes; twins. One of the angels is a brown haired guy with hazel eyes and slightly extended wings while the other one is the complete opposite, this one has blonde hair with light blue eyes. I locked eyes with the blonde and snarled.

I growled and closed my eyes; I will let them explain, maybe tease them a little bit, then I will go to the violence. I took deep breaths as I tried to calm myself down. I relaxed my body and opened my eyes. They looked at me with blank faces and blonde moved towards me; circling me.

"Do you know what time it is?" I asked casually; they looked at me like if I had grown two heads and the demons hissed at me while I gave them a bored look. It wasn't the first time like this, and certainly not the last. Demon number one came towards me and slapped me right across the face; I didn't even flinch as he did so. He snarled and threw more blows at me. He punched me square in the jaw, punched my left eye and my nose.

Getting a little over here?

He stopped hitting me twenty minutes later after that, I spit out the blood from my mouth and looked back at him. It will take five minutes for me to get back to normal, as if nothing happened.

"That's all?" I mocked; he growled low in his throat and punched my jaw again. More blows came to my face for the next minutes.

"Stop, you'll kill her. We need her alive not dead" Brown haired angel said. I smiled sadistically and spoke in my lion's voice.

"I you to kill " Their heads snapped in my direction and looked at me dumbfounded; I chuckled and snarled at them. "" I hissed; they came out of their dumb trance and their faces hardened.

"A real coward wouldn't do this" Demon two came towards me and snapped my neck before the brown haired angel could do something, it all happened in the blink of an eye. My body collapsed and I seemed dead, but my mind wasn't; I heard and felt everything. It would only take three minutes for my body to generate again. It isn't the first time this happens to me.

They cursed and screamed at demon two for killing me and I chuckled mentally. They untied me and lifted my lifeless body; they carried me for a minute until they placed me on a soft mattress. Two more minutes and I'll be waking up.

"Let's call the archangels and Lord Aurelius"

"Yeah, leave her there and lets go" A door was closed and I counted the seconds; only one more minute.

50...

20...

8...

6...

3...

2...

1...

I growled as I jolted out of the bed. It will take an hour for my heart to beat and for me to breath. I'm literally not breathing right now; I'm dead. I moved my neck and sighed in satisfaction once I heard a loud snap, then, I looked around. I was in a bedroom; the walls were a light blue, there was a closet at the left, the bed at the center with those white covers and a round beige couch chair at the right; exactly in the corner. It was pretty plain; simple.

I shrugged and walked towards the couch, dropping on it once I reached it. I placed my arms on the armrests and got comfortable; resting my head in the soft fabric and closing my eyes. If I stay like this when they come again, they will get shit scared. I grinned maliciously and chuckled a little.

How I scaring the shit out of people.

I heard hurried footsteps a few minutes later, my heart and lungs still didn't work. I prepared myself for this and waited patiently. The door opened, and I sniffed the air. Demon one, demon two and blonde angel were here with another demon whose scent I didn't recognize. I grinned when I heard demon one and two gasp in shock and growled in approval when I smelt their fear.

"I thought you said she was dead and the bed" The new demon said confused.

"She was" Blonde angel stuttered. "I placed her in it myself and he killed her personally" He choked out. I almost grinned;

"How..." Demon two stuttered. I opened my eyes and slowly got up from my seat. My eyes landed on the shocked and fearful expressions of the demons and the angel, but then focused on the new demon. His black hair fell to his silver eyes, which are almost as pure as mine; but mine are striker.

"I was dead" I nodded. "You did kill me..." I paused and locked eyes with demon number three. "For the tenth time" I shrugged and looked back at the others.

"What type of werewolf are you?" Demon number three asked. I growled.

"I am not a werewolf. I stink of him because I was more disgustingly close to him than the other races" I snarled. He hissed and pinned me to the wall; his hand tightly wrapped around my neck, his eyes changed to black as I saw how black energy forced around his torso, hugging his body, and his hand.

"Who are and how did you get to heaven?" His voice was strong and his eyes were hard; his face was inches away from mine as I got closer to him.

"I am and I imagined heaven, so here I am" His jaw tensed as the black energy came towards my body, spreading itself around me; capturing me. I looked at him in the eyes as the energy covered my entire body.

"Are you sure that's your answer?" His eyes searched my face; I guess he didn't want to do anything unnecessary.

"Yes" His hand squeezed harder and if I could breathe, I wouldn't be able to. The black energy began to burn, it burned my skin and clothes; leaving me in barely anything. But I didn't feel the burning of my flesh. I couldn't, I was unable to because, I was still dead.

I placed my hands on his chest and observed how my claws replaced my hands. I dig my claws into his chest, scratching it in the process; he hissed and allowed the black energy to do its job. I growled silently as I raised my hand to his face, the black energy coming with me, I scratched his cheek with a swift movement of my wrist. The black energy mixed itself with my claws, leaving him with a burning claw mark that is probably going to leave a scar.