My Angel Girl

Kikidori sat sprawled across his dark, filthy couch, his crimson eyes lazily scanning the screen of his phone. The dim glow of the screen flickered in the otherwise empty room, casting long shadows across the crumbling walls of his hellish lair. He had nothing better to do. Nothing ever changed down here. Just the endless inferno, the screeching of tortured souls, and the constant presence of demons who all seemed to think they were the top dog.

His finger hovered over a notification from his best demon friend, Mordekai. With a sigh, Kikidori opened the message.

Mordekai: Lucifer wants another meeting. The same old shit, you in or out?

Kikidori rolled his eyes, his fingers typing quickly in response.

Kikidori: I'm in, but you know it's going to be a waste of time. Same old, same old. Yawn.

He tossed his phone aside, leaning back into the couch, his wings folding in on themselves as he let out a deep sigh. Meetings with Lucifer had become nothing but a tiresome ritual—full of the same tired speeches about reclaiming power, plotting against God, and convincing the demons they were better than the angels. Kikidori had long since lost interest in any of it.

But, duty called, and if he didn't show up, Lucifer would send someone to drag him there.

With a grimace, Kikidori stood up, stretching his arms above his head. He needed to do something to kill time after the meeting. Maybe wreak a little havoc in the mortal world. He'd figure it out later.

He snapped his fingers, and within moments, he was hovering in the smoky air of Hell's vast, burning plains, ready to make his way to the infernal hall where Lucifer awaited.

The meeting was, as expected, nothing more than an exercise in boredom. Lucifer droned on and on about plans that never materialized, and Kikidori tuned out halfway through. He wasn't interested in Lucifer's grand schemes anymore. He had his own life to live—or what could be considered a life in Hell.

After an hour of pretending to listen, Kikidori's patience finally ran out. He stood up, muttered some vague excuse about needing to "check on things," and disappeared from the meeting hall. Lucifer didn't care; they all knew Kikidori wasn't going to be a reliable participant in these farcical meetings.

With a snap of his fingers, Kikidori took to the air, flying through the smoke-filled skies of Hell, the endless flames licking at his wings as he gained altitude.

But Kikidori wasn't headed back to his lair. He had something far more interesting in mind.

He flew straight through the barrier that separated Hell from Heaven, slipping unnoticed through the cracks in the universe. The air around him changed as he crossed the boundary—cooler, purer. A sharp contrast to the suffocating heat of Hell. Heaven's light stung his eyes for a moment as he adjusted, but soon, he was soaring across the tranquil skies above the celestial city.

He had no particular reason for this little stunt. He just felt like it. The freedom to move between realms, unchallenged, was one of the few perks of being a fallen angel. And, more importantly, he couldn't stop thinking about Ere'ana.

His mind kept returning to their last meeting on Earth. The kiss. The way her heart had quickened, her lips had softened beneath his, and how she had kissed him back, despite every reason to pull away. There was something between them—something that wasn't just about their shared past, their place in this cosmic conflict. It was something else entirely, and Kikidori hated how much it unsettled him.

He landed silently outside Ere'ana's house, perched on a cloud just above her home. It was a modest house, nestled in a peaceful corner of Heaven, far from the grand palaces where other angels resided. Kikidori had watched her come and go many times, always wondering what it would be like to live in a place so… serene. He'd never had that luxury.

A small, mischievous smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Kikidori had never been one to resist temptation.

With a quiet, practiced movement, he glided toward the house, landing lightly on the roof before slipping in through a window. He moved like a shadow—silent, unnoticed.

He crept through the house, his footsteps barely making a sound as he found his way to the bathroom. His thoughts, as twisted as ever, lingered on the forbidden nature of his actions. He knew this was reckless. He knew this could cause chaos, confusion—maybe even anger.

But that's exactly why he was doing it.

Without hesitation, he slipped into the bathroom and made his way to the small wooden stool by the shower. The warm water from the showerhead splashed against the tiles, creating a rhythmic sound that filled the room. Kikidori sat down, his eyes flickering toward the figure behind the frosted glass door.

Ere'ana, completely unaware of his presence, was showering. Her golden light shimmered through the opaque curtain, and Kikidori couldn't help but watch for a moment. His heart pounded in his chest, and the pull toward her—the draw that had become stronger and stronger—grew with each passing second.

Finally, unable to resist the temptation any longer, Kikidori broke the silence.

"Hey, Ere."

The sound of his voice startled her, and there was a sharp gasp from the other side of the shower curtain. Ere'ana quickly grabbed a towel, wrapping it around herself as her face flushed with surprise, horror, and indignation.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" she demanded, her voice tight with both confusion and anger.

Kikidori didn't move, leaning back against the stool with a casual shrug. "Just wanted to see you. Miss me?"

Her eyes narrowed, her wings twitching behind her as she glared at him. "You… you can't just sneak into my house like this!"

"I'm already here, aren't I?" Kikidori replied with a smirk, his eyes sparkling with amusement at her flustered state.

Ere'ana's heart was racing, a mix of fury and embarrassment churning within her. But despite herself, she couldn't deny the familiar rush that always accompanied Kikidori's presence. It was chaotic, reckless, and—admittedly—sometimes thrilling. But this… this was crossing a line.

"Kikidori, get out," she demanded, her voice firm but trembling.

Kikidori stood up slowly, his expression unreadable. "Relax, I'm not here to hurt you. I just wanted to see you, Ere."

Her face flushed deeper at the intimacy of his words, but she quickly regained her composure. "That doesn't give you the right to invade my privacy."

He raised an eyebrow, taking a step toward her. "You don't seem to mind much when we're in the middle of chaos together."

"Chaos is different," Ere'ana said, voice wavering only slightly. "This… this is personal."

Kikidori smirked, but there was a flicker of something softer behind his eyes. "Maybe we should make it personal, then."

Ere'ana, still wrapped in the towel, swallowed hard, her heart pounding. She didn't know what to say or do, feeling both angry and drawn to him at the same time. She had to get him out of here before her resolve completely shattered.

But Kikidori wasn't going anywhere. Not yet.

The end of Chapter 12