Thanks for joining, Korey!!!! :) Sebastian is still mine, though.
Everyone: Sorry for it being so long, but I was bored and had the time on my hands!
It is the middle of the night, and the ball is still going on. The other servants (and Natalya) are off doing their own thing, while Sebastian and I entertain ourselves by talking and occansionally kissing. Mainly, talking about the angels' attack.
"Why would they want you?" Sebastian asks, his red eyes gleaming as he stretches out on the couch.
I look out the window I am standing by. "It's because we're archenemies. They hate me more then they hate demons." And, I add, because we have connections they need to sever in order to stay angels.
"Bella, your mortal form could have been destroyed today," Sebastian insists. "You had me scared."
"I appreciate your concern, but that was my fight. I could have handled it! After all, I know them better then anyone," I argue, irate.
My thoughts to back to when Isa revealed her true form to me. She was, in a word, beautiful. But I suppose I would think that, being a creature of darkness, after all.
I close my eyes. I can’t let Sebastian know what I am doing tonight. Before they arrived, I challenged whoever was possessing Grell and William to a fight. I intend to keep that promise.
"Sebastian, I'm tired. Let me rest for a few hours before doing anything, alright?" Before he can reply, I turn and walk out on him. I need to prepare for this fight. If I do survive, the best condition I could be in is broken wings and close to death.
I disappear into my room. I let my fallen angel form fill the room with my black wings. My skin is a pure white and my eyes are a glowing pink. But instead of the normal iris, mine is amethyst, the only remant left unchanged when I became a fallen angel. Because of my mixed status, my armor is a different version of Sebastian’s. It is a darkened silver, an insult to angels everywhere. I have on a torn black dress that looks like it has gone through a warzone and survived just barely, with high-heeled boots and my tarnished silver and amethyst necklace. But now, the amethyst pendant is actually a ruby, the same color as my eyes, and the silver is rusted. This is the form that became mine when I fell.
But then I let that dress fall away and I replace it with the one I wore when I went to confront Katarina. My sword hangs by my side, and my cloak hides it.
And then to make sure everything is alright with my other form, I let my demon take over. Now I am a pure shadow, barely held together, vibrating with untold power. My glowing crimson eyes are the only thing left of my human form. But if you look closer, I am not human at all. My body is covered in more dark armor, not unlike Sebastian’s in his true form. I have sharp teeth, and my nails are sharpened into cat-like claws. My pupils are even more slitted, but they are the same colors as my fallen angel form's, except I have no white like a human's. I have a whip at my side, and although I can add any cat-like features I wish, I prefer this one. It terrifies people the most. My clothing is a short, knee-length version of my spidersilk dress. I have high-heeled boots and a black cloak for this also.
Satisfied, I turn and leap out of the window, landing light on my feet, and then scaling the walls. I land silently on the roof behind the two figures and grimace. They talk loud enough to wake the souls a demon has already devoured.
"You two are truly despicable," I growl, reverting to my human form.
"Evangeline," Ash says, stepping towards me. "Angela and I were rethinking this. We would like for you to come back to us. We want you to become an angel again."
I stare at them, suspecting a trick. "I'm sorry - come again? I don't think I heard you correctly."
"We want you to join forces with us and become pure again," Angela says.
Tears start to fill my eyes, as the angels smile warmly at me. Angela's arms are open, as if she wants to give me a hug. I don't know how to reply. I have always wanted to go back to Heaven, and now... My chances are helping me.
Angela obviously sees my thoughts, and says warmly, "Just say yes, Evangeline. Please say yes. I've missed you so much."
"We both have," Ash agrees. Unable to help myself, I fling myself into their arms.
"Dear God, I've missed you both so much!" I cry. "And I had thought you'd forgotten me."
"We have never forgotten you," Ash replies, hugging me as tightly as Angela does.
This is it I think. I’m going home, to where I belong. Helping humans, enjoying the company of the other angels, watching over people. Paradise.
Wait, Paradise? Don’t I hate that place? I think. And then. I spot Sebastian. The others are with him, and their eyes tell me I have just betrayed them. And then it all comes rushing back.
I smile at the angels, my expression hiding my returning rage. Sebastian’s hurt expression let me know that I am under a spell, and my inner demon howls with rage.
I hug the angels again. They hug back. "Let me deal with the others," I say. They clearly hear my words. I mouth Wait to them.
They agree, and as I watch them walk away, holding in their laughter, I wai until the others are just about to attack me, and then I call out, "You should know to never turn your back on demoness. Once a fallen angel, always a fallen angel."
They turn, alarmed, as my knives hit them. I have cut their faces, arms, and legs. One is stuck in Ash's leg. But they are pinned down. I smile sweetly at them. "If you ever come back, I will make sure to unleash everything I can on you. Now to. Angels, unless they’re fallen, aren’t welcome here. Bye bye."