Playing God - Ch. 1
Satan strives to be the ruler of all. He steals Gods angels and forces them to do his bid. But Anthony and Vega have a different plan. There's more to them than a couple of wings. Will his rise turn out to be his fall instead?
Looking up through her lashes she saw a cracked window in front of and her. She could see her reflection in it and examined her brown skin. She had on a white shirt with the American flag on it and beige cargo pants that hung low and were baggy. Vega’s feet were bare.
On her face, black eyebrows were bushy but thin. Vega’s body was a cafe color. She had the big green eyes and full baby lips. Vega had a lot of wild long hair. So curly and huge, but still manageable.
But as beautiful as she seemed; something hideous lurked underneath. Vega stood 5 feet exactly. A long sword hung from her left hand loosely. She was angry. She bared her teeth and let out a howl unlike any other. It ripped from the inside and clawed out of her mouth. Her fingers clutched around the hilt of her knife.
There was no God for her. He discarded her a while ago. And that hatred built up and reborn itself into a walking living thing.
Her ears perked up as the door to upstairs close. She heard footsteps and then another door close. A smile crept onto her face as she climbed up the stairs out of the basement. She raised her foot and kicked open the door. "Here’s Vega." She whispered.
Crawling down the hallway, Vega looked into each small space under the doors. The walls were a bleached light blue while the doors were sickly green. The doorknobs, on the other hand, was a fake gold color. A chandelier hung precariously from the ceiling showering sparks on Vega and throwing the room into a flickering gray color.
On the 4th door she found her target. With a click of satisfaction Vega got up and turned the knob. There she saw him, wiping his wet hands on his pale yellow shirt.
Ronnie was tall, muscular, and a coward. He had all this muscle but didn’t know what to do with them. And he was white. Ronnie’s head whipped around as the door cracked open. His bright red hair barely moved due to gel. His freckles sunk into his skin.
Ronnie spotted Vega right away and went pale. "Vega?"
"In the flesh."
"It's impossible. That can't be you. I killed you twenty years ago."
"Yeah you did. Or so you thought."
Ronnie opened his mouth to scream when her sword rose from behind her quivering. Without warning it flew forward and penetrated Ronnie's throat coming out halfway. Blood splattered onto the walls.
He sputtered, hands clawing at his neck. He fell to his knees. Blood spread from the wound, seeped out of his mouth, and down his chest. Vega smiled and bit the nail of her pinky off. "See? You can never get rid of me," She explained. "I know you killed me out of love. But I'm going to do it out of hate this time."
Ronnie’s torso almost fell forward. Vega zipped across the room as fast as light and held him up. She had no innocence, no dignity, and no morals. And this was way too quick of a death. Vega cocked her head confused. She wondered how it felt to be in pain.
She shifted his torso and slid the knife out. Ronnie didn’t make a sound. He just looked at her for mercy. His mouth moved mechanically but no sound came out.
Vega stared him in the eye, "I don't know why God loves you so." She smiled showing off perfectly white teeth. "But I'm different. You disgust me."
Ronnie’s eyes opened wide. He convulsed and tried to shake her off. Vega laughed and leaned in running her tongue across his jaw, down his neck into his wound. She shook with a pleasure like ecstasy. He tasted so good.
Vega's body darkened until it became pitch black with white teeth and huge eyes. Her body turned into a wisp of smoke as she slipped like lace into Ronnie’s mouth. His eyes dilated. A few seconds past, then tar spilled out of his mouth. The black stuff spilled over his lips and down his throat. Ronnie gagged, veins in his eyes exploded and his nose bled. "Get out of me!"
Vega rushed out of his body materializing like a water droplets coming together.She laughed deeply. In her hand she held a lump that was pumping. "Aw. He doesn't like me." Vega got up and tucked away the thing.
The skin on her back pulsed. A purple light shone and gray feathers seeped out falling to the floor. Her spine twisted and shrunk, making room for what resided within and was now coming out. Her vertebrae cracked open and two black wings emerge from her back with the wing span of 6 feet.
She crouched her legs and jumped up, flapping once sending everything flying. She crashed threw the roof and flew down to the end of the street. When she touched down a second angel landed next to her. His name was Anthony. He was only 18 years old when he died.
Anthony was a shade darker than Vega. 60 inches taller and had a smile that seemed to break his face in half. He was shirtless and had on baggy pants like Vega. Only his showed off red checkered boxers. Long dreads spilled over his shoulders, down his back and chest.
"What took you so long Veg? Didn't chicken out did ya?" Anthony teased with a playful shove.
"No I did not. You came in after me anyway." Vega snarled. She tucked in her wings violently and handed him the heart. Anthony handed her photos as his proof that he carried out the assignment. She gave him a dirty look.
"What? I'm still male and we have needs." He said reaching for Vega. She swatted him aside with a scoff. Anthony laughed and pulled a detonator out of his pocket. "You want to do the honors?"
"Not after you touched it."
Anthony shrugged and pressed down on the button. The 2 houses exploded in a mushroom cloud. The orange light illuminated their faces of glee. Flying debris clanged on the street made of metal. Vega let out a laugh.
Anthony's eyes glittered with mischief. He spread his wings out with a span of 8 feet. Before Vega could even process, Anthony screamed and wrapped his arms around her waist. His wings encased her body so tightly Vega couldn't move. Anthony clamped his mouth on Vega's shoulder.
"Stop! Let me go." Vega pleaded. "I'm sorry! Ah! I'll do whatever you want."
Anthony laughed and clamped down harder moving his tongue along up and down. He knew the things that Vega hated most were cats, and for someone to touch her. Vega could feel his chest vibrate as he chuckled. Anthony was having so much fun that he didn't hear the footsteps echoing on the metal street as someone approached them.
"Ahem. You can have your fun when we're done, Anthony."
Anthony released Vega quickly and stood attention. The man who had just spoken had on a red suit with a yellow tie. His shoes were shiny and brown. But all his features were lost in the shadow a white fedora hat cast. He was the darkest shade of black you could think of.
His name was Satan.
"Now. You have proven yourself worthy," He continued. "I know how far your need for revenge goes. We'll strike again at 3 o'clock sharp tomorrow."
But as Satan was talking, Anthony played with Vega's fingers behind his back. It was all Vega could do not to attack him. But she couldn't refrain from flinching when Anthony bent them back. Satan eyed them suspiciously.
"What's wrong?"
Anthony snapped out of his daze. "Excuse me, sir?"
Vega stiffened and the suspense choked them all. At first nobody moved. Then Satan chuckled.
"So you're saying while I was giving directions, you weren't listening?" Satan asked. He ran a bejeweled finger down Anthony's face. Searing the skin it touched. He stopped at his shoulder and stabbed his finger into the flesh. Anthony screamed. The veins in his body turned black and moved into unrecognizable letters. Vega turned away chewing on her bottom lip.
He was poising Anthony by giving him the feeling of love. Something they were banned to experience as Satan's slaves.
"I could do this all night. You want to play with Vega, then that means you're in love. And let me tell you. It hurts."
But just as quickly Satan removed his finger and the skin repaired itself immediately. Satan smiled and turned his attention toward Vega. "Don't think I didn't forget you. You see, lust takes two."
Vega retreated within herself as Satan possessed her body the same way she did Ronnie. Minus the blood. She was forced to relive the moment when she was stomped to death.
She felt the relentless pain of the iron toed boot. The pain as she was slammed to the floor by her hair, then kicked mercilessly. She heard a voice scream, "If I can't have you, no one can!"
Satan stopped and exited her. Vega's eyes rolled back and she fell into Anthony. He supported her and muttered a sorry. Though who he was talking to was unclear. Satan snapped his fingers and melted into the wind.
Anthony quivered in anger. Why was he following the instructions of a man who openly used them for his own personal game?
They were promised to finish the life that had been ripped away from them if they helped Satan to over throw the Mighty God Himself. But there was no quitting now. They would have to find a way to turn the tables on him. Beat him at his own game.
Anthony gently shook Vega. She blinked and looked into his eyes dazed.The light of fire illuminated her face in a magnificent way. He couldn't go on like this. He'd rather face the wrath of God a thousand times than see Vega get hurt ever again. She smiled and told him she was okay.
"I've got a plan." She said.
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