Levastiel picked up his book and tried to find his place. He wasn’t sure why it took him so long, it was the exact place he found five minutes ago, and ten minutes before that. He finally had to admit the truth: he wasn’t in the mood to read.

It’s not that the book was bad. Indeed, the author probably would have won awards for it if he had lived long enough to finish it. But after almost three days of nothing but reading, he was getting a little tired of it. He usually worked Mondays, which was enough to get him in a reading mood for Tuesday. Veriel had taken his shift that Monday, though, in exchange for him taking Veriel’s Tuesday shift the week before, and now Levastiel had no idea what to do with himself.

“Laundriel,” a voice called out. He turned to see what was likely one of the oddest sights in all of creation, but it had become so routine to him, he scarcely noticed. She-Who-Slips-Between-The-Shadows-At-Midnight was still a demon. She still had horns, and goat legs, and skin the color of blood. But she wore the shimmering white robes of the cherubim wore, even if she somehow managed to show significantly more skin than any other angel, and if you squinted just right, you could see a faint glow framing her head.

“Your halo is coming along nicely, Midnight,” Levastiel told her with a smile.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” she said, non-chalantly, but a smile touched the ends of her mouth. Levastiel would have been willing to bet (if angels weren’t above such things) that she was blushing, but it was impossible to tell with her skin.

“How’s the book?” she asked.

“It’s all right, I suppose,” he said. “I mean, it’s great, really, I just haven’t really…” He trailed off.

Midnight laughed. “You actually miss working, don’t you?”

He felt oddly insulted by that. “Service to heaven is the greatest reward.”

“No, fabric softener is the greatest reward.” She grinned, fingering the edge of one sleevebetween two black nails. He noticed she had filed away the sharp claws. That must have taken some effort.

“Are you getting along with the Cherubim?” he asked.

The smile became a little strained. “I’m doing all right. Everyone looks at me weird, but… they’re nice about it. They look embarassed if they notice me noticing, and a lot of them have even apologized.”

“It’ll all seem normal soon enough.” He thought of his own reaction to her, or lack thereof.

“A demon working for heaven? Or people being nice?”

Levastiel shrugged. “Both, I guess.” She let out a sigh. “I do miss tempting people, though. I’m not made for all this filing crap. No offense, Levastiel.”

“None taken.”

“Do you think when my halo’s fully formed, I could trasferred to Temptations?”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “We don’t have a Temptations office.”

“Why not?”

“You can’t just tempt somebody to be good. If you’re good for the wrong reasons, it doesn’t really count.”

She gave him a devilish1 grin. “That’s the challenge part. Getting someone to do something good because it’s in their best interests is easy. The trick is slowly manipulating them so they start doing something good because it’s good. Let me show you. Then you can tell the boss-abim how clever and forward-thinking I am.”

1 A devilish grin is distinct from a demonic grin in that while a demonic grin indicate that the grinner is plotting terrible things for you, a devilish grin suggests you’ll at least enjoy it.

Levastiel frowned. “I can’t. You’re still on probation. You’re not allowed to influence people.”

“I didn’t have a person in mind. I was thinking more along the lines of the Ravager.”

Levastiel shuddered at the memories of the demon’s horrible voice, but he had to admit that after a few beers, the demon wasn’t bad company. “You’re going to Save the Ravager?”

Midnight’s grin grew even wider. “I’m not. You are.”

Levastiel laughed at that, although it came out a little strained. “I think you’ve got the wrong angel for that.”

“No, you’re just the angel to do it. Come on, ever since you told him about days off, he skips work to go drinking every Tuesday. Let’s see how he reacts to you having too much free time.

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