TITLE: Angels Kill?
Genre: Paranormal
WORD COUNT: 1262 words

Who would've thought this was how my life would end? Held in a mysterious prison by a supernatural being? All I had tried to do was summon a demon but instead of a demon, an angel appeared. Not to help me- but to kill me.

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Peyton avoided looking at the dirty floor of the cell where she was held captive. She had only spent a day in here and she felt as if she could die. They had not done anything mind-scarring. Yet.

When she arrived, her mind could've been deceiving her but she thinks she saw a pool of blood in the left corner of her cell.
She had not looked at the corner for confirmation.

Her gaze has been fixated on the claw marks on the cage bars. If an animal that had claws could not escape then how would a little human like Peyton even think of leaving this plan unscarred?

Each scream Peyton made demanded that she inhale oxygen and the stench in the cell. That didn't deter her from her goal. She wanted to be noticed.

"Hey, you imbecile! Come face me like a woman! You can't lock me in here and not tell me what you are going to do to me!"

Her screams echoed back to her. I shook my head at her behaviour. While I knew that the door was locked and soundproof, it was still immature for this 17-year-old to act like this.

Is there anyone who challenged the angels? Insulted their knowledge? Risk their wrath?

No one but Peyton. Oh and me. Her guardian demon.

Maybe that is why we are perfect for each other.

"Peyton they can't hear you." My voice boomed in the small cell. When I saw her frightened expression I realised that I was still invisible.

I showed her myself and knew the moment she had recognized me. The scared look was replaced by a scowl.

"What took you so long?"

"I was busy." I didn't have to explain myself but it was Peyton.

"Busy with what? I had summoned you but instead, some Angel lady came and whisked me away like some prisoner. She just dumped me in here and glared at me the whole time. Do you know how it feels like to be glared at by an Angel?"

Peyton had gotten used to the stench that smelled like stale urine and human faeces. If the pacing she made was a sign, it said she had gotten comfortable in her cell.

"Yes. Angels glare at me each time our paths cross."

I tell her, settling myself in the chair she is supposed to be sitting.

"That is because you are immortal enemies, but what did I do?"

"You summoned me. Angels are angry at the fact that they no longer guard humans. They think demons are a bad influence on humans."

"Well, I do have to say that her glaring at me is not making a good impression on any Angels. But whatever, I want to get out of here."

I raise my eyebrow. Even though the black hair is almost nonexistent against my black skin, it still makes me think she sees my question.

"Peyton, I don't grant wishes. I'm not a genie.  I just help you by giving advice. How you interpret it or if you even take it is up to you."

I stood. Avoiding the blotches on the ground, I inspect the metal bars.
Petyon scrambles to me and gives me puppy dog eyes. As if that worked on me.

"You have inhumane strength, can you please break them for me? I swear, I will walk on my own."

"I can't do that for you, Pey. But I can advise you to look for an opening. There are two bars which you can squeeze yourself through."

"But D- " she tries to protest but I silence her with my finger.

"Someone is coming. You better hurry."

I materialize at the outside of the cell. I wiped my finger as Peyton worked her way through the bars I was looking at earlier.

Her grunts are low but I knew her small stature would fit through.

Even if I personally thought her head was a little too big.

"Ow, you said that I would fit but my head is stuck," Petyon complains. I materialize back in the cell and give her a little push.

"Aaah!" She screamed as she lost her balance and fell. I quickly caught her before her head banged on the floor.

"Thanks for hurting me. I have a headache now." Peyton grumbles.

I release her and start to make my way up the stairs.

On a boring note: the Angel had brought Peyton to a basement.
But on a high note: Peyton had recovered from her fall and was following me now.

"Hey D, why is your finger tangy?." Peyton's curious nature knew no boundaries.

I give a low groan. How do I explain it?

"I was eating chips."

"Chips don't taste like that. Or is it some kind of chips made in hell?"

"I was eating chips, Pey."

"Interesting. You insist on chips but-"

"Shh. Come on let's go someone will come anytime soon."

"Ok but next time I summon you, bring them along."

I sigh and transport us to the door.

"Why don't you transport us home? Or even to the other side of the door?"

Was this the fourth time I had sighed? Dealing with Peyton was like dealing with a toddler.

"Just open the door, Peyton. I don't want to spend time with you anymore."

She gave a fake pained expression. She knew she irritated me and enjoyed it. Should it not be the other way round I used to ask myself?

Well, some humans are more devilish than we think.
And Peyton falls into that category.

She takes a step back and starts kicking the door open. Her martial arts skills were handy at times, but with Peyton, it was like giving a knife to a toddler.

Who knew if the toddler would hurt you or itself?

The wood crakes and we walk through.
If I had told her that it was unlocked she would have talked my head off.

White blinds us. White walls, white couches, white picture frames. White, white, white. Do I need to add another white?

"I wonder how she can see a thing in here. I feel like putting a spot of red on... everything."

"Ketchup?"

"No. Drops of my blood would be perfect don't you think?" Peyton asks.

I sigh. Again. I think next time I will scream.

"Peyton if you cut yourself under my guardianship I will be deemed unfit."

"But you a-"

"Silence. I have three items for you. A butcher knife, poison and an Axe. What would you like to use."

"For me? An Axe please."

I materialized the axe for her and made my way to the Angel's room with Peyton at my heels.

"Why can't we just appear in front of her? It will be so dramatic and fun. She won't see it coming." Peyton whispers.

"I want you to hack her off her head tired. Besides you need the exercise. And before you say it, walking from the couch and to the fridge is not exercise."

Pey gives me a huff and a puff as she climbs the stairs.
We reach the door.

I look back at her and see an excited Peyton.

"I am starting to think you enjoy killing Angels. I should get you an uglier punishment."

She just grins at me as she raises her axe.

"Plan your worst Demon."