The Demon's Angel

Chapter 2

Still trembling from the command that ran chills through her spine, Mina and Peter almost ran behind their host.

Mina turned to Peter, who looked as concerned as she felt. Nodding his head, they both continued to follow.

The door at the end of the room was opened and a rush of smokeless air hit them. Mina gasped slightly, grateful for the reprieve. They quickly moved into the room as one, with the mysterious figure leading the way. Despite the lack of smoke, this room was similarly warm and dark. This time though, the comfortable opulence of the previous space had been replaced entirely. They were now in a room that did not resemble anything Mina had seen or read about before. Her eye was drawn first to the two half meter wide pits running on the opposite edges of the length of the stone floor of the room. The pits were apparently filled with burning coals which exuded a warm glow. Her eyes then came to rest on various forms sprawled on human sized cushions, all of whom were surrounding one of the three raised platforms that ran down the center.

Mina gasped suddenly as she realised that one podium, the one closest to them, was being used by the angelic twins she had spotted earlier. Now instead of the white uniforms, their bodies were clad only in a sheer white silk. Colour rose up Mina's face and she averted her gaze when she realised the men's genitals were in full view through the scant material. Despite herself, Mina felt

heat rise in her body and a slight ache develope between her legs.

The addonis-like twins moved and swayed together in time to the ethereal music coming from 4 small figures huddled in a dark corner of the room. Mina now realised all the podiums were occupied by near-nude figures, moving and undulating to the music, their bodies hypnotising the onlookers.

In her shock, Mina had failed to see her escorts had continued on to the end of the room. Peter cleared his throat behind her and she hurried to catch up, careful to avert her gaze from the podiums as she walked by. All the while the sound of her heels clicked off the stone floor, helping her focus on moving her feet forward. Once she reached the men, they turned off to a door at the side of the room. This door was smaller and when she entered she was startled by the bright lights. The room seemed to be a study of some kind. A large fire roared behind a green leather chair and large walnut desk. In front of the desk however stood another podium.

This podium was significantly smaller in diameter, enough only for a woman's two feet perhaps, but about double in height.

Mina looked up now at Mr Graystone. Along with his black attite, like the rest of the guests, he wore a mask. His, however, covered the majority of his face stopping just above his top lip. As he eyes rose up his face, his gaze caught hers. His was steady and focused on her. For a moment Mina could have sworn she saw his unnaturally dark eyes flash silver. The power rolled off of him and he seemed to suddnely fill the room.

The strange masked man strode to stand behind his desk, pulling out some paper work. With a nod, the young man in white, whom she had all but forgotten, guided her towards the podium.

Mina instantly hesitated. Peter suddenly appeared on her other side and placed a firm hand under her elbow, moving her in the same direction. They reached the podium and Mina was forced to step up or trip over. As she went to raise a foot, both men took her weight almost pushing her into the air and she landed on the raised platform. Mina was now a few inches taller than Peter but, she quickly realised, at the perfect height to look directly into the deep abysal eyes of the mysterious Mr Graystone.