The Mafia and The Angel of Death

You ever meet the most beautiful person in the world? Her eyes were like pools of honey glowing in the sunlight. Just looking into her doe-eyes made me wish I was just as innocent as she is.  Her lips as full as day and night combined.  The symmetry of her lips was as if God was drunk and he created perfection.  When I see her speak, I stop breathing in anticipation to watch her lips move.  Her lips are a reminder of hope for those beautiful things.  Her beauty was a cover for her lies she spilled but, in order for anyone to understand, we'd have to go back to the beginning. Izrail's point of View "Bring in the next one," I called out, the sound of boredom clear in my voice.  It was another typical day in Hell. Make sure the souls are put in their respectable chambers, each one tailored to torture them in a personal way.  As I leaned back in my chair a woman walked in.  She walked as if she owned the ground she walked in.  She wore the most fitted dress known to man.  It fitted her curvy figure like a glove.  As she walked, I noticed the length of her legs and how her heels clicked against my marble finished floor. She stopped close enough where she was at audible volume but far enough I could see her head to toe.   As she began to talk, my eyes wondered up to her lips.  I watched as she spoke but not fully focused one what she was saying, I watched how her almond eyes shot daggers into me.  The nerve humans have.  Does she know she's talking to "The Devil"? "Why am I even here," finally paying more attention to what she was saying, I regretted even focusing, "I did nothing wrong!"  As she finished speaking, she crossed her arms across her chest in a guarded manner and began to tap her foot impatiently.  It was as if this woman had no regard to who she spoke to.  As if she had no idea how wrong she was.  I continue to lean back in my chair and observe her quietly.  Her body language began to amuse me.  The way she shifted her weight from one leg to the other as a sign of irritability.  I was amused at her boldness.  "Lady, can we get this moving? Like where is Lucifer? I don't belong here," she spoke again.  Deep down I wanted to laugh at her.  Lucifer?  This woman watched too much TV.  Though this encounter was entertaining, I couldn't hold here in this room for much longer.  I looked through her file that Akazen sent down and began to go through why she was escorted here in the first place.  "Murder in the first degree?"  I thought to myself as I read her file.  Clearing my throat, I looked up to her and pushed her file to the side of me, leaning forward on my desk.  "Abigail, is it?" I began to speak.  I could tell she was ready to speak but I rose my hand to stop her, "Why do you think you were sent here?" "I have no idea, you should ask the i***t who sent me to this repugnant office of yours," she spoke as she looked at the scenery of my office.  "This girl has no idea who I am." I pinch the bridge of my nose in exasperation.  This woman was, in my definition, a s**t-fest.   "Well, Abigail, says here," I began as i pulled her file back up, "you participated in a murder that was premeditated and malice.  You over did it on the Doxylamine Succinate in you husbands food and smothered him in his sleep."  She gasped, clearly pretending she doesn't know what I was talking about.  She began to shift her weight in discomfort and nervousness.  The fear in her eyes clearly present.  "Do you have any idea who I am, Abigail?" I asked as I stood up from my chair and began to walk around my desk, " Do you know who this Lucifer is?  Who the i***t who sent you here is?" She shook here head as I sensed her perturbation.  Her uneasiness was apparent as a clear blue sky.  The way she started to fidget with the hem of her dress and how she rubbed her thighs together, it was abundant that she was in angst.  "Let me inform you then," I spoke again, this time I stood in front of her, "There is no Lucifer, that idoit is one of the rulers of Purgatory, and I am human's so-called 'Devil'."  She squeaked and backed away in recognition of where she went wrong in our encounter. Tears started to well up in her eyes.  Distress clear in her face. I could feel her terror as she shook.  She wasn't going to like her life in Hell.  I let out a deep chuckle as I walked back to my chair and sat.  The experience with this soul, had to be one of the best I've came across in the last 4.543 billion years.  I smiled up at her and winked before pressing the one button to send her to her chamber of torture for all eternity.   As soon as she was gone I took a deep breath and leaned back in my chair, resting my booted feet on my desk. It wasn't long before my peace was interrupted.  Letting out a frustrated groan, my nephew walked in.  He looked more relaxed than usual.  Wearing his relaxed fit, blue jeans and a red flannel with a white T-Shirt underneath.  His chocolate brown hair hung loose on his shoulders in lived in waves.  Despite me, he let his white feathered wings out for all of Hell to see.  I loved his courage.  Any demon wouldn't have hesitated to cut his wings.  The only exception was his title in our political community.  Angels sported glorious white feathered wings while demons sported bat-like wings.  "Adrial, you know the rules," I say as he walks closer to my desk, "wings away." He let out a soft chuckle before concealing them from sight.  He looked just like his father.  He had the same honey brown eyes we had, the same hooked nose my brother sported, and the same full lower lips as him.   "Come on Izrail, lets see yours! You never have them out. It's like you're ashamed," he called out as he sat in a lounge chair next to my desk.   I stared at him for a few seconds before I thought up a response.  Truth was, I was ashamed of my wings, but not for the reasons he thinks.  My wings were different from both Angels and Demons.  They were like nothing you'd imagine.  I didn't want my nephew to think of me differently like his father did.  Once upon a time his father and I were inseparable from each other.  Given we were twins, you'd wouldn't expect anything less.  Over the years we stopped communicating when Demons started messing up the order of Hell.  He eventually sent me here without me being willing to do it.  But thats a whole story for another time.  "What do I have the pleasure of seeing you , my delightful nephew," I smiled as I responded.  "Dad sent me to escort you to Heaven for our yearly meeting."  Ever since Adrial was born, my brother treated him as a servant and messenger.  Deep down I sensed he didn't want to be his fathers errand boy anymore.  He wanted something different.  Something new in his life.  I nodded and stood, gathering all my files for this meeting.   •••• "Izrail," Greeted my brother, Izrafiel.  Adrial patted his father on the shoulder and took his respectable seat at the long oval table.  There at the table sat all of our entities.  The Moon Goddess, the Sun Goddess, the Prince of the Dark and the Queen of the Light all sat together speaking among themselves.  As usual, my "right-hand" Akazen stood messing with Adrial.  Deep down I felt that she liked him more than she always admitted.   "Hello, Brother," I greeted with a small smile.  Before he could say anything more to me, I took my seat and continued to speak, "Okay, lets get this meeting moving, I would like to take some Me time." Izrafiel glared at me as everyone gathered their attention on him ready to listen, speak their points and, of course, leave.   He cleared his throat and began speaking on issues happening on the human realm.  He gave each entity a chance to explain their side of the issues but eventually, he played his power move and shut them down.  While he spoke his points, I couldn't help but ponder what the prince of Darkness spoke about.  "The creatures of the night, the creatures you created, are being experimented on by humans.  We need to fix this.  We are losing more creatures each and every day."  Like always my brother pushed it to the side and went on with his own issues.  My brother was a selfish entity of us all.  He possesses the most dangerous "sin" of the 7, Pride.   That myth about lucifer, Adam and Eve the humans made?  Where Lucifer fell because of his pride and drug Adam and Eve down with him? Well lets just say that wasn't true.  No one fell for anything but him, the humans precious "God".   His pride got the best of him.  Because of his pride, he was selfish.   Before I knew it, it was my turn to speak.  Everyone focused their attention on me.  Izrafiel glared at me. I straightened out my files and began speaking my concerns and points.  "Hell is running smoothly as it can.  I have the demons under control, torturing "sinful" souls.  My only concern is," I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest, "these humans believe Lucifer exists.  When they approach my office, they get slick with me."  Everyone started to whisper to themselves as if I spoke out in controversy.  Adrial stared at me in disbelief while Izrafiel continued to shoot daggers at me.  If looks could kill, I'd be dead.   "Izrail, do you remember when you took over Hell?"  My brother asked coldly.  "Yes, Izrafiel.  You sent me there against my will."  Everyones whispering stopped and they watched me in nervousness.  I sensed no one knew about that.  Give Adrail's expression, he didn't either.  They turned their expression onto Izrafiel.  The one gift as the Angel of Death, a.k.a Satan, I felt everyones negative energy changes.   Adrail gave off wicked anger.  I turned to him and as soon as my eyes met his profile, his wings sprouted.  His face was full of malice. He was angry.  "What is this nonsense? You forced Izrail to be the Angel of Death?" His voice was full of venom.  Each word was laced with threat.  If everyone wasn't nervous before, everyone definitely was now.  I was even nervous. He stood and his force was frightening. On the other end of the table, my brother stood unaffected with his arms crossed. He didn't speak a word as Adrail glared daggers.  You could cut this tension with a knife.  Taking a deep breath, I stood.  I had to release the pressure of this situation.  I walked to Adrail and rested my hand on his shoulder to relax him.  Her wasn't until a few seconds his expression changed and he looked at me with overcoming sadness.  He could feel the weight of the conflict in the room.  Everyone around us were drenched with bad nerves.  His muscles released the tension under my grip.  "I think it's best I leave," I start.  Adrail began to say something, to fight for me but, I stopped him betore we angered Izrafiel any more, "and I think its best you and your father speak. I would hate for your relationship to fall apart like ours has."  With that said, I let out my wings for the first time in 3 thousand years.  Everyone gasped while Akazen smiled. I looked over my shoulder and took a glance at my wings.  They were bigger than my body should've been able to handle.  The feathers were black and laced with opalescent, translucent smoke.  The opposite of Izrafiel's.  Taking a deep breath once more, I nod Akazen's way and we head out to leave.  Before i was fully away, I looked at Izrafiel one last time.  How did we come so far with this venomous energy?  •••• "Bring in the next one," I ordered Akazen as we reached my office doors.  She pulled the hood of her cloak over her unruly, dark chestnut hair.  As she turned the grey smoke around her enveloped her and she left to purgatory.  I entered my office and sat at my desk.   As I waited for the next condemned soul, I took the time to put away today's files.