Purely F****** Sinful

Chapter 12

Anthony was up early after another sleepless night. He had not heard from Angel or Father Thomas for five days. He still did not know the outcome of their confrontation. This was his first day back on duty with the Chicago PD's Bureau of Detectives after a week of paid leave ordered by his captain.

He looked like hell. His eyes were bloodshot and he had not shaved for days. "Quite the specimen," he thought.

He poured himself a cup of hot black coffee in a near-hopeless attempt to kick-start his day. He felt uneasy, then startled, when the windows of his apartment began to vibrate. Was there a helicopter overhead? An earthquake?

He saw a flash of light from his living room. He rushed inside -- and found Angel! She stepped through a dark roiling portal and into his apartment wearing her usual attire: leather jacket, little cocktail dress, knee high boots and sheer stockings, all in black.

"Have you ever heard of knocking?" Anthony asked tiredly.

"Boy, aren't we grumpy today? If having a case of blue balls is your problem, I've got plenty of ways to fix that," she retorted.

Anthony rolled his eyes and left for the kitchen. He retrieved his coffee and returned to the living room to plop on the couch.

"Where have you been? I've been wondering for days what happened between you and the priest."

"How did you really think that would play out?"

"It would have been nice to know sooner."

"Aww," Angel said, pouting her lips as she sat on the couch beside him. "You were worried about little ol' me. That's so sweet!"

He was a little worried. Angel was the only hope he had left of ever finding who killed Bridget. Putting herself in the sights of an experienced demon hunter did not seem like the best idea to him.

"So did you, uh, get what you needed from him?" Anthony asked.

Angel smiled wickedly. She tossed him a jar, inside was a bloody human heart.

"Ew!" Anthony shouted. "What do you want me to do with it?"

"Oh, don't be such a baby!" Angel teased. "Put it in your fridge. I'm afraid my new pet might try to eat it."

"New pet?" he asked inquisitively.

"It's a long story," she said, nonchalantly stretching her tempting legs across Cole's lap.

Anthony gazed at the heart inside the jar. "What do we need this for anyway?"

"We need to perform a ritual in order to find Bridget's killer. For this ritual, we needed the heart of a priest. Thomas needed to be eliminated anyway. That made him a most convenient target."

Anthony sat the jar down on his coffee table, "What else do we need for this... ritual? Hopefully nothing that requires more dead bodies."

Angel laughed. "Nope, no more dead bodies. Though the remaining items may prove to be tricky to obtain."

"Why is that?" he asked.

Angel unzipped the sides of her boots and kicked them off. They clattered on the floor. "Before we get into that, there's a matter that needs to be addressed first."

He set down his empty coffee cup and rubbed Angel's stocking covered feet. "What issue would that be?"

"I'm hungry," she said with a devilish smile.

"Something tells me you're not in the mood for Chinese," he said sarcastically, continuing to rub her feet.

"Chinese, Mexican, Bulgarian, whatever. Their nationality doesn't really matter, so long as they have a corrupt soul."

"As I thought," he said tightly.

She looked down at Anthony's hands on her feet. "You certainly have a way with massages."

He looked at his hands and stopped what he was doing. He had not even realized he was massaging her feet.

"Sorry, I um... I used to...."

"Bridget?" she assumed.

"Yes," he admitted.

"I don't mind. In fact, it's kind of nice to have someone do something for me of their own free will."

He resumed massaging her. The silky texture of her feet felt just as good on his hands as his firm touch felt to her. His hands wandered a little further up her legs, rubbing her ankles and calves. She smiled softly and hummed to his magical ministrations. Her sweet intoxicating pheromones, a smell that he had come to recognize as a sign of Angel's arousal, started to fill the air of his apartment.

Anthony looked into her eyes. "Something I've been curious about since we've met. You came from Hell, right?"

Angel nodded. "That's right."

"What is Hell like?"

She snickered. "Are you afraid of where you may end up?"

He slid his hands further up her legs, now to her knees. "No... just curious."

"Hell isn't a place, more like a separate plane of existence. Same with Heaven. Both exist side by side with your familiar mundane world, only separated by an invisible dimensional fabric. The layouts of these worlds are the same, just very different environments and occupants. Hell is chaotic: barren lands, constant wind storms, dark red skies, rivers and oceans of molten lava instead of water. Hell's resident demons all struggle constantly for power. I haven't seen Heaven but I imagine it is the exact opposite."

"Do you ever miss being there?"

"Does it sound like a place someone would miss?" Angel snorted. "Of course not! Here, I get to do whatever I want, whenever I want, and with or to whomever I want. So long as I keep a low profile from angels and Crusaders, anyway."

"I assume you didn't have such freedoms in Hell. Who rules over Hell anyway?"

She laughed as if he had made a funny joke. "I suppose you expect me to say Satan or Lucifer. Shows how little humanity knows of the planes! Hell is overseen by seven Aspects, otherwise known as The Seven Sins. Each Aspect is a powerful demon that represents a sin, and they have lesser demons who spread their sin across Hell and sometimes into the Human World."

Anthony's hands reached Zafira's inner thighs under her dress. "What about Heaven?"

"I don't know much about Heaven, obviously. However, I do know Heaven follows a similar structure. They have seven Aspects as well, each representing a virtue."

The pheromones were thick in Anthony's nostrils. His c**k stiffened dangerously the further his hands slipped under Angel's dress. He was still in control of his body -- but like that night in Grant Park, it sought to betray him.

She saw his hesitation. "Keep going. You know you want to," she said with a seductive purr.

His fingers crawled further up her dress, finally reaching the end of the road. He thumbed through the small landing strip of hair above her s*x. Then lightly, oh so lightly, ran his fingers across her sweet moist nether lips. He wanted her. Desired her. Craved her.

Then a vision of what happens to those who give in to their lust flashed across his mind. They become shriveled lifeless husks, damned for all eternity. He hastily jerked his hands out from under her dress and put them in his lap.

Angel smirked at him as she stood and pulled her boots back on. "Don't forget about your end of our deal, Anthony. I need to feed, and soon."

He nodded. "I haven't forgotten. I'll return to work today. I can check the archives for someone you might find... palatable."

She smiled. "I look forward to you bringing me dinner." She gave him a hug and a peck on his cheek.

She gestured to reopen the portal she came through.

"Oh, one more thing: take this."

She tossed Anthony a palm-sized crystal. It was purple in color, and he could feel it vibrate with a small thrum of power.

"What's this?"

"Think of it as a key to my lair. If you are ever in need of my assistance, just hold that crystal above your head with your right hand."

His face twisted. "Couldn't I, you know, call you? Like a normal person?"

"I'm an old fashioned demon, Anthony. Your human technology and I don't get along."

he laughed. This abundantly powerful creature, so gifted in the dark arts, was thwarted by the simple intricacies of a cell phone. Oh, the irony.

Angel stepped into the portal. "Don't keep me waiting, Anthony. Bad things happen to those who stand me up." She winked at him and the portal closed, leaving him alone in his living room.

Anthony looked at his watch. s**t! He was going to be late for work!