Uriel “They’re gone,” I whispered to myself. For the first time in my twenty-five years of living, they are gone. I wanted to scream in relief. Mom had been so stressed, constantly hovering over my head for so long. I was barely alone in our home and when she wasn’t there, I could relax. Now I was in someone else’s home, but it still felt alright. It felt great, actually. “How about Lucifer showing you to the bedroom you are staying in? Some things have already been sent down from your home that you would need through Hermes’ messengers.” I nodded, thanking her profusely for letting me stay. Parisa was so nice, so much more laid back than Mom. I think I was really going to like it here. “Can I come too?” Loki crossed his arms. “I’ve hung out with her more. She likes me better. She thinks Lucifer looks like Lurch, anyway.” Giggling, I playfully pushed Loki. “Yes, please!” I chirped. Lucifer rolled his eyes. Glancing at him, I saw him ball up his fists.

Lucifer Soft knocks knocked me out of my embarrassment only to open the door, and mother was still there. “Yes?” I hissed, still pushing my erection down from my jeans, making sure it was completely covered by the door. “Do you need help?” My eyebrows raised, questioning what she was asking. “You know, with that, does your father need to?...” “Mother, I don’t need any help!” I hissed. “He might have some pointers on how he dealt with me while we courted,” she said lovingly. “Parisa,” Father’s voice rang behind her. “Fates could this night get any worse?” I spat, trying to shut the door. Father put his foot on the door, now unable to close it. “Everything alright?” “Just leave me alone!” I growled out. His foot retracted until the door finally shut. “He’s hurting, babe. He’s got man trouble downstairs.” Mother whined. “Love, just leave the man alone, he will figure it out.” Father began pulling on her hand, her f

Lucifer Once she finished breakfast, Uriel excused herself to her room to get ready for the day. Going around barefoot in the Palace wouldn’t be smart. You never know if Loki left a tack in the hallway for some unknowing servant. My hands twitched on my thigh, my hand running through my hair. I made a shaky sigh as my leg shook up and down. “Relax,” Ares scooted his chair over, poking my shoulder a few times before finally resting his hand on it. He made a mistake trying to pat my shoulder when I was angry and had a nasty burn on his hand that took an hour to heal, much longer than the usual burn he would get from my father. “Just be yourself. I’m pretty sure she would like anyone pursuing her,” Ares snickered as I gave him a fierce glare. The worst part of it was, it was true. Anyone showing her any sort of attention she may fall for because of how innocent she was. Rubbing my scruffy face with my palm, my mother nudges my father repeatedly. She was trying t

UrielDisappointment radiated from my heart, a strong feeling that I didn’t feel was mine. Tears brimmed my eyes until I hit the white doors of my room. Pushing and pulling on the door handle until the door finally unlocked, I saw Luci down the hall, poking his head behind a door, watching me fall inside.Jumping on the freshly made bed, I climbed under the covers in utter embarrassment. My body was doing strange things, right in between my thighs and I couldn’t understand it. It started when I held his hand when he touched me and looking at him more closely, I found him insanely good-looking. Too good looking.I mean, I always saw him as handsome, but now it radiated so much more. The way he doesn’t talk was the opposite of me. I never shut up. Mom has told me thousands of times before when I try to tell her about my day.Granted, I’m sure listening to my theories as to why supernaturals from Bergarian realm were leaving to go to

UrielAfter a long, cold shower, I felt much better. My hair was a tangled mess, so I spent a good portion of my morning brushing and detangling it with my favorite pink brush. Being in no rush to walk outside and face Luci, I messed with the stuff animals that my mom so graciously had the messengers bring.They were my only comfort while I hugged them tightly, pulling at their ears to make the little fuzzy hair go in the right direction.If my body acted that way towards Luci, does his body do the same thing? It must not be because he didn’t look petrified like I was. Perhaps he already knew about what a body can do and he just ignored it.My body reacting to him means that my body likes him. Does that mean that in my head I like him too? Rolling on my stomach, I waved my legs behind me, swinging them back and forth in the air. I wish I had some gum.I think better when smacking on gum.“The tingles mean you like someone,”