CHAPTER 6 (From Ragnarok)
"Okay, okay okay," Delight said, shaking her hands and adjusting the flashlight. "Lemme finish, 'kay?"
"It's too scary, Delight!" Euphoria complained, fidgeting with her pigtails. "Come on, tell a happy story."
"We could play truth or dare..." Joy suggested, taking a handful of popcorn.
"Finish the god damned story." I said through clenched teeth.
They all giggled wildly.
God damned angels.
"Okay, so anyway..." Delight said. "The girl's all tired and she falls asleep, right? So then she's woken up about an hour later by the cops banging on her door, and she opens it, and the cop says that she's supposed to walk calmly away from the car and don't turn around, but she does, and there... Above the car..."
"Is her boyfriend's dead body suspended from a treebranch, his throat slit and his blood dripping on the roof of the car, making the annoying drip drip drip noises." I said, rolling my eyes.
The girls screamed.
The door opened and Homicide poked his head in. "What is going on in here?" He demanded.
"Urban legends." I said, dryly.
"Could you keep it down?" He said softly, in a hiss. "I just got the Sparkle Group to go to bed."
"Keep it down, ladies." I said, shaking my head.
They all giggled.
God.
Four groups of angels total. There was Sparkle Group, Rainbow Group, Daisy Group, and Sunshine Group. I was in guarding the illustriously noisy Sunshine group.
That was basically Euphoria, Ecstasy, Joy, Delight, Trinity, Tranquility and Melody. Very very noisy.
I sighed.
We were all sort of sitting in a circle on a pink throw rug in the center of their room.
They were all wearing the little angelic nightgown, which was a flimsy white spaghetti strap thing that clung to curves and cut off just below the ass level, so when they moved, you could totally see white panties. Their hair was all in ribbons, they wore little feathery slippers, and they were eating popcorn and telling spooky little stories.
It was all so goddamned slumberparty.
"Is every night like this?" I asked.
"Mmm-hmmm!" They all grinned.
I sighed. "I hope they find Lady Heaven soon, I'm getting hella sick of baby sitting you ditzes."
"You're so funny, Ragnarok!" Joy giggled, leaning on me.
I sighed.
"Yeah, funny." I muttered. "More like pussified."
They giggled again.
"Could you all keep it a little bit quieter?" I asked. "Take it down a notch? I mean, the others are asleep."
"We know!" They all said in unison.
"Totally." Trinity said, rolling over on her back and watching us from her upside down vintage point. "I mean, we can't help it if we have way more fun than they do."
"Hey, want me to put on an Aba CD?" Melody asked, tilting her head to one side.
"YEAH!" Everybody seemed to very whole heartedly agree with her choice.
I sighed.
"Okay, but quietly."
Melody bounced over to the corner of the room to put the CD on.
"How long are you gunna stay with us, Ragnarok?" Joy asked.
" 'Til the others find Lady Heaven." I said. "And not a second later."
"I wish you could stay with us longer." Euphoria giggled. "I love having an extra boy around."
I blushed and grinned. "Is that right?"
"Yeah!" She giggled.
I sighed. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as I anticipated.
The door opened and Homicide walked in.
He sat down next to me and stole a handful of popcorn.
"Jesus Christ." He said. "Lord Hell is really pushing his luck making me babysit a bunch of giggly school girls."
"Tell me about it." I said. "At least yours are asleep."
Homicide sighed.
Ecstasy leaned over on his shoulder and sighed, smiling widely.
Homicide rolled his eyes.
Homicide was a good looking monster. Is there any other kind? I haven't met any. Anyway, he was about five foot six and slender, but toned. His skin was pale and nice. His eyes were slanted and a sort of violet color. To match his hair, which hung in twin braids. He wore black patent leather shorts and then knee-high black leather boots with spikes on the laces. As a shirt he wore a white dress shirt with the sleeves torn off. Under that he wore a black fishnet shirt that had built in gloves. Fingerless ones.
Well dressed to say the least.
He shook his head.
"Ohmigawd!" Euphoria gasped. "We should make cookies!"
"OhmiGAWD!!" The others cried in unison, and soon, they were all standing and in the little kitchenette in the corner, hurridly and gigglingly getting the ingredients out.
I looked at Homicide and shook my head.
"How's Psychosis doing?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Dunno."
I sighed and laid back, staring up at the pretty little glow-in-the-dark star and moon stickers on the ceilings, intersperced around with the posters of Clinique cover girls, the Spice Girls, Brittney Spears, and N*Sync.
"Good god, angels are lame." I muttered.
Homicide laughed. "Yes, but they sure are pretty little things."
"I s'pose." I muttered. "If you like the obnoxious little schoolgirl thing."
"I don't know about that." Homicide said. "But I do know that I like panties."
"Huh?"
"Check out the panties on Melody." He said.
I turned and watched as Melody stretched up, standing on Joy's shoulders, trying to get down the mixer. She was all stretched up and her nightgown had ridin up to practically her belly button, exposing her cute little lacey white panties.
I nodded.
"I guess you're right." I said.
Homicide nodded.
"Pity that they're untouchable."
"Huh?" I said, looking up at him.
"Angels must be virgins." He said.
"Whattayamean?"
"They've gotta be virgins." He said. "Lady Heaven only keeps virgins, you know."
"Huh." I said, laying back down again. "Well then, the panties are just mean."
Homicide laughed. "If I didn't have Lord Hell to please, I wouldn't mind deflowering a couple of the little angels..."
I laughed.
"I'd take Melody..." He said. "And Joy, Harmony, Tranquility, and of course the delectable little miss Charity. Any day."
I nodded. "Yeah."
"Anybody except for Euphoria, of course."
"She's actually quite cute." I said.
"Yeah, but can you imagine boffing her?" He laughed. "She wouldn't stop giggling. Quite bad for self-esteem."
I laughed and then rolled over on my side.
"I hope they find Lady Heaven soon." I muttered. "I wanna go home."
The door opened and Apocalypse walked in.
The girls were too busy cooking to notice her.
"Hey there, Poca-chan." I said.
She nodded at me.
Apocalypse was about four feet ten inches tall. She had pale skin and nice auburn hair. It hung about chin length in front, then was pulled up in a high pony tail in back. She had a cute face with large, slightly angled bright green eyes. She had slitted pupils and large pointed ears like gremlins. All demons do.
She was wearing the boy's uniform for some reason. She looked plenty cute in it, I suppose, but I'm a fan of the little skirts.
She sighed and leaned against the door.
"Hi, Ragnarok." She said.
"What brings you henceforth?"
"I'm supposed to go deliver a message to Lord Tir Na Nog and Lady Val Halla." She said, a little dejectedly. "But I stopped by because I want to borrow your key to Tir Na Nog's mansion."
I nodded. "Yeah, sure." I fished through my pockets and produced the little skeleton key that let people into Tir Na Nog's. "Don't lose it now."
"Whaddaya think I am, a retard?" She quipped, snatching the key out of my hand.
"Ah, blow me, Poca-chan." I muttered.
"Likewise, Ragnarok."
"Now now, children." Homicide said. "Let us not fight. You, Apocalypse, go about your little missions, Ragnarok, concentrate on panties."
"Men." Apocalypse muttered.
"Women." I countered.
She rolled her eyes.
"Bye." She said, turning to leave.
"Good luck, hope Tir Na Nog doesn't do anything weird to you."
"Oh, that makes me feel fuckloads better." She called over her shoulder, and was gone.
I sighed.
"You like her, don't you?" Homicide laughed.
"Ah, blow me, Homicide."
"First line of defense." Homicide said. "Hostility."
"Fuck off."
"Case in point." He said, laying back. "Just shut up and wait for the cookies."
I nodded.
And that's what we did.