Chapter 16 Emma Ashtone

"Sathanas Loretta, Ira Manzel's bride, am I right?" he asked.

"yes, and you must be ..., the Devil's youngest son." I asked and he confirmed with a lazy nod.

"Greetings, all power be to you,..." I said acknowledging his presence while bowing on one knee.

"there is no need for such formalities. I have no strength for them and perhaps, very soon you'll be family." He said and let out a sided smile and I got up. "I suppose you already know the plan." He said more like a question.

"yes, I do"

"then there will be no need for us to go over it again." He brings out his phone from his pockets and operates it before he shows me the screen. I see a picture of a lady. "this is Emma Ashtone." Just like the Devil's description: blonde, fair-skinned, slim, tall and has a nice body shape. Since it is a knee-length picture, I can sight part of the Devil's signature on her wrist. He locks the phone and puts it back into his pocket and turns to leave. Before he takes four complete steps, he turns back pointing his right hand at me. "right, least I forget what's your earth name?"

"... Loretta." He smirked at my words.

"like the originality." He said and left.

I look at myself in the mirror and saw that my look from earlier is still intact. 'A new chapter' I mutter to myself before leaving the room. I made my way to the bar to have some drinks.

***

While waiting to meet Emma, several guys had requested to dance with me but I refuted each of them. I had finished two bottles already, this one was my third. Although, I was barely drunk was just acting it out.

"two bottles of soda please." I heard a voice say and something told me it was her. I turned in her direction and saw that it was her. I knew I had to make my move now.

"don't want to get drunk." I said acting tipsy.

"ehm... just trying to be watchful."

"uh-huh, did your friend force you to come."

"is it obvious."

"were you trying not to make it obvious because it is."

"how much can you tell."

"that you've never been to a party like this or even the club. Sweetheart, no one comes to a party and doesn't get drunk."

"is it why people come to parties or clubs."

"well, people go there to get rid of the world, to just go wild and you my girl, look like you need a taste of what that feels like."

"no, I think I'm good." She stands up to leave.

"are you going to waste your whole life being an angel. Why don't you just open your eyes beyond the white world you see and experience how beautiful the other side is."

"I do not live in a white world and I'm surely not going to die an angel." She seats back. "one bottle of whiskey." Yes, I knew it. Emma is someone who has being an angel all her life and when she founds out she has death infront of her after so much suffering of not following the crowd she just feels she's wasted it and so wants to be remembered differently. She wants to become her true self that she has locked up somewhere inside her years ago.

"now that we are on a similar page, why don't we start all over again and forget about our past conversation." I say and she looks at me as if she's considering it before she finally utters a 'fine'. "Loretta..."

"Emma Ashtone"

***

Heaven's P.O.V.

Half a century, and I have no idea why I'm here. I've tried so hard to understand what the world wants from me and now I've concluded that maybe they don't want me. I mean who wants an angel that doesn't look like one and here I thought they taught us not to judge a book by its' cover but now I know that's just trash. I don't even sound like an angel but how could I? I was an angel in everything, and I still am. Just why won't you accept me or is there more that meets the eye? My entire life I've lived like Rapunzel. Locked in a tower, not allowed to go outside the palace walls, looked down upon not because of my hair but my looks. I didn't ask to be born like this, I never even asked for existence so why did you give it to me? I have so many questions that I would have gotten answers to if only I was allowed to go to the yearly ball.

How can someone live like this, worst of it, in Heaven where it's supposed to be bliss, merry and a lot of happiness. Well, to hell with those lies that's just fairy-tale trash. Worst part is my mum doesn't care. I don't know why but it's like my creation turned her whole life around for worse. Well, there are lots of rumours attached to my creation, I don't even know the truth. How more beautiful could my life get? The most important question I've asked myself daily after being rejected by life is 'who am I?' yeah sure the answer is easy I'm Senyoryte Heaven daughter of the 1st daughter and 2nd child of God, Future leader of the Senior Angels. How could royal blood not live with royalty and how could I lead people I hardly know? The real answer to my question doesn't lie within me.

"knock knock..." when you live my kind of life you tend to know that the only people that could ever bother themselves about you are the maids just because they need to do so.

"yes."

"Senyoryte Auriel has sent for you to join her in her study."

"I shall join her soon."