Of Angels and Demons

[SweetAsSuga]

Closed for thepoeticmaster2121



James Cavish looked like your typical young, hotshot senator: Ivy League educated, a member of the debate team, rowed crew. He was the youngest lawyer in his law firm to ever make partner, though it didn’t hurt that it was his grandfather’s firm. Everything about him was perfect, even his appearance; a twenty-first century JFK with his thousand watt smile and dark, movie star hair. He stayed in shape by running marathons and a few triathlons.

Cavish was the ideal senatorial candidate. A fact that his campaign manager never let the public forget when voting season came around. He won the senatorial seat for his beloved New Hampshire in a landslide vote. It was a perfect victory for a perfect candidate.

Many speculated that Cavish would not maintain his popularity with the people. He was untried in public office. He was naïve and idealistic, a dangerous combination in the pressure cooker that was DC politics. But, Cavish prevailed and the naysayers quieted. He balanced the politics perfectly, never too far left nor too far right winged in his voting. Though he ran on the Republican ticket, he was counted as a friend among many democrats.

It was said that James Cavish had that rare talent, that special spark that could, potentially, bring the two battling parties to a harmonious union.

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Running down the hall, her heels clicking frantically on the marble floor, Hope nearly lost her balance as she rounded the corner to Senator Cavish’s office. The files, clutched tightly to her chest, nearly tipped out of her grip as she reached for the doorframe to steady herself. Dark, coffee colored curls fell in Hope’s eyes and she tossed her head quickly, an action that nearly cost the delicate balance she had, in an effort to get them out of her face.

Taking a deep, calming breath, she pushed open the door to the senator’s office and walked inside the organized chaos.

“It’s about time,” Michael Stanton, Cavish’s Chief of Staff, huffed as he marched towards Hope. He held his hand out, which was far more manicured than any man’s hand should be, and Hope dropped the files into his waiting grasp.

“I’m sorry, but the printers were running behind.” Hope sputtered, running a hand through her hair. She winced as her fingers hit a tangle of curls.

“Cavish has been waiting for this proposal for the last two hours. There are no excuses here. This is going to tip the scales for the whole country. Either we go to war or we begin peace talks and Cavish needs to know every single detail if he’s to know which way to vote.” Stanton turned his back on Hope, effectively dismissing her as he walked into Cavish’s private office, closing the door behind him.

Hope sighed and slumped against her disheveled desk. Her feet were killing her after running in three inch heels from one end of the Capital to the other. Not to mention the four flights of stairs she’d run up and down. Sweat slid down her back and Hope grimaced. She probably looked a wreck. She usually did when she was stressed what with her penchant for running her hand through her unruly hair. Limping out of the office she made her way to the lady’s room down the hall.

Leaning against the cool marble of the counter, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Wide blue/grey eyes stared back at her, mascara darkening the crease underneath. Full lips in delicate cupid’s bow perched beneath a delicate nose. Skin too pale from being stuck indoors for too long still held onto an unblemished complexion.

To anyone else, Hope would be just another stressed out aide. The Capital was full of them. But only Hope could see the faint, ethereal light that surrounded her like a full-body halo. And only she could see the brilliant white wings that unfurled, like flags in the wind, from her shoulders.

 

[thepoeticmaster2121]

He stepped out of the bathroom door adjusting his tie and fixing his new black and red suit as he ignored the beheaded man slumped against the toilet.

“Thanks for the suit mate” he said in a British accent before waving his hand, the man disappeared in a puff of smoke allowing “Alexander” A.K.A Wrath to focus on his mission. Lucifer himself had picked him from the top lieutenants tasking him with the mission to turn James Cavish to the side of evil, war between heaven and hell was almost fully realized and both sides had agreed that this one soul was going to be the tipping point, if Wrath could get him to go to war then he would be lost and the Demons would gain the upper hand.

Which is why a knight of hell had been picked, why HE had been chosen for the mission.

He moved to the mirror checking his reflection in it and seeing how his new identity looked, he had taken the form of a young aid named Alexander Tiberius the third or whatever, the kid was handsome with short military cut hair strong features and a muscular build. His suit was a cheap knockoff that Wrath had immediately replaced with a custom fit Armani black and red suit the kind that screamed power and importance. Now all he needed to do was rise from young do nothing aid to the mans top advisor while also dealing with whoever heaven had sent to sway him to join the side of peace.

Wrath splashed some water on his face and took a deep breath, he turned and walked to the door pushing it open and smiling his biggest smile at the mortals as he walked out. He fastened his I.D badge on and waited for the senator to appear accidently placing himself by the girls bathroom.

To any one else he looked like a normal man but any one with…. Special senses would see the flickering red aura around his body, or the horns pointing out of his hair as well as the demonic runes covering ever inch of his body.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Wiping the last of her smudged mascara from beneath her eyes, Hope looked over her appearance once more. The human form she'd chosen was a good one. Pretty, but not so pretty as to be intimidating. Rather, just enough for people to feel comfortable around her. Hers was a trustworthy face, one that she hoped Senator Cavish would soon begin to rely on.

That was her mission, after all. Gain Cavish's trust and guide him down the proper road when it came time to voting for this new proposal. Earth was on the brink of a deadly war. Some could even call it a potential World War III, in fact, many of the angels called it that already. Cavish was the deciding factor and it was Hope's job to lead him down the right path, to act as his moral compass in the days ahead. One wrong move and the scales would be tipped too far in the direction of evil and, literally, all hell would break loose.

Hope could not let that happen.

It was a big task for her. She was still young compared to many of her peers. Young and untried in situations such as this. But the Arch Angel himself had appointed her this task, which meant that he must have some faith in her abilities.

Walking out of the ladies' room, Hope stifled a gasp as she nearly ran head long into a man standing there. Her eyes widened as she took in the red aura surrounding him.

"No," she muttered. It couldn't be. James Cavish was an important man, but certainly not important enough to send this demon. But it was him. Hope knew it from the markings that covered his body, clearly visible to any angel or demon.

His back was to her and Hope tried to slink away without him seeing her. She tried to tip-toe away, but her three-inch heels had other plans as the heel on her left shoe snapped, sending her sprawling into Wrath himself.

 

[thepoeticmaster2121]

He felt some one slam into him and resisted the urge to kick or harm them, it had been a while since he had walked on earth, his job was to prepare the demon army for the invasion day and the task had kept him busy for the last 200 years. He was used to the brutality of hell the kill or be killed instincts that drove every thing demons and souls did. It was why he was glad that he had been chosen for this mission earth was a lot more…. Civilized and he enjoyed that.

He turned to tell the person it was okay before he realized she was flickering with a blue aura, she was pretty even by earth standard but there was no mistaking the blue aura, wings and halo surrounding her.

“Angel” He hissed pulling her into a spare room used to house campaign leaflets, he moved in front of the door and closed it locking it and pressing his hand against it sealing it form any mortal who might or might now have a key. The spell was low powered and useless on the angel which was why he stood in front of the door and blocked it as he studied his opponent, she looked young for an angel and based on how her aura was flowing untrained.

“My name is Wrath” he said watching her “I know you know I am an demon and I know you are an angel” he said smirking “I am not here to kill you my dear I just thought we should talk face to face before we do battle for the mortals soul I believe we should speak freely since we are both here for the human not each other”

 

[SweetAsSuga]

A scream tore at her throat, but Hope pressed her lips together firmly, not willing to show any signs of weakness as the demon held her prisoner in the empty room. Every nerve stood on end, waiting for him to pounce. Hope hadn't had much interaction with demons, but she was fairly certain that Wrath would not hesitate to tear her to pieces at the first opportunity.

“My name is Wrath” His voice was like silk, made to seduce and tempt.

"I know who you are," Hope spat out. The urge to kick him in the shins like a petulant child was overwhelming.

“I am not here to kill you my dear I just thought we should talk face to face before we do battle for the mortals soul I believe we should speak freely since we are both here for the human not each other”

"What, you think we can have some sort of civilized conversation? You think we can sit down for some tea and biscuits and act like normal people?" She mimicked his accent with a laugh of derision.

Straightening her spine, Hope stood at her full height, an impressive five foot five inches, her cool blue eyes boring into his dark gaze.

"I will not let you have his soul." She channeled every once of courage she had, stepping forward until she was toe-to-toe with Wrath.

Reaching behind him, her own magic sparked against the door handle and she turned it swiftly, pushing Wrath through the opening.

"Bring it on, Demon," she said with a defiant tilt of her chin, "I might be an angel, but that doesn't mean I don't know how to fight for what I want."

Pushing past him, Hope sauntered off towards Cavish's offices, hoping that Wrath couldn't see the way her knees shook with each step.

 

[thepoeticmaster2121]

“Well aren’t you fiery” Wrath murmured smirking as he watched the small angel leave the room and stomp out the door. He could see her shaking legs and knew it was an act but he had to give her props for standing up to him. She was a new Angel that much he could tell but he could see she would be a worthy opponent.

It was going to be quite the battle

He stepped out and adjusted his tie smiling and nodding at people being as genuinely charismatic as possible, rubbing shoulders with mortals was easy work and pretty soon he had already gotten his way into the senators meeting and introduced as a bright newcomer.

“It’s nice to meet you sir” Wrath said shaking the mans hand and studying him, charismatic, handsome oh he definitely was a valuable soul. Wrath could see the white flickering from his aura untapped potential that was making him dizzy with power and he was just standing by it!

He made small talk with him drawing on his charm to secure a game of golf for tomorrow, the senator had a passion for it judging by the look in his eyes and even though he was married the way he looked at some of the aids looked like an opportunity for wrath to push him to the dark side.

So to speak

Wrath excused himself and turned going to get some water and wondering where his Angel friend could be

 

[SweetAsSuga]

A grateful sigh escaped Hope's lips as she sank into her wobbly desk chair. Her mind raced over the brief encounter with the Demon, her mouth pinching into a hard line as she mentally scolded herself for being so easily riled. Even their small encounter had left her feeling exhausted and off-kilter. This did not bode well for the battle ahead.

Running a weary hand through her unruly curls, Hope leaned back in her chair, the loose spring in the cushion poking into her spine. Stacks of papers, a mix of proposal and bill drafts, awaited her, but Hope had no desire to look over the endless sea legal writing and wade through the pork that fluffed everything so nicely.

Instead, her eyes continually drifted towards the closed door of Cavish's office. She had slunk into the main office just in time to see Wrath make his way into the inner-sanctum, Stanton greeting him with a wide grin and hearty handshake before introducing the demon to the senator. As she had watched the door close, Hope could feel her heart sinking.

Demon - 1. Angel - 0.

Well Hope would not allow him to win the next round. She would find her own way into Cavish's good graces and, ultimately, become his moral compass.

"Excuse me, have you seen my husband around?" A soft voice with a hint of a southern twang, sounded above her head. Glancing up, Hope smiled at Lorraine Cavish, the senator's wife.

Ask and ye shall receive, she thought as she stood to greet the woman.

"I believe he's in a meeting with Mr. Stanton right now. Is there anything I can get you while you wait?" Hope replied.

"Thank you..." Lorraine's words trailed off.

"Hope," she quickly answered the woman's silent question, "my name's Hope."

"Thank you, Hope," Lorraine smiled pleasantly, "But I think I'll just wait right here for him if that's alright."

"Of course, please have a seat." Hope quickly cleared the chair beside her desk.

As the two waited for the meeting to finish, they eased into an easy conversation. A bond building between them that Hope knew she'd be able to use in the future.

 

[thepoeticmaster2121]

Wrath shook hands with the senator spying the Angel over the senators shoulders, she was chatting with a women that Wrath recognized as the senators wife. She was a nice looking women certainly not mind numbingly sexy, she looked prim and proper some one who probably went to church like a good girl. The angel probably thought she was doing good gaining an alley even, the senators wife would have his ear no doubt but Wrath was planning on burning that bridge as soon as possible. Mortal men were easy and usually all they needed was a few light pushes to go from family man to adulteress.

Still he had to give the Angel props, she certainly had some fire to her and wasn’t giving him any slack. His assumption about her being a worthy opponent was correct and he felt excited for the first time in a long time, the little game they were playing would be fun and when he finally broke her he would kill her fast as she deserved.

He turned clapping the senator on the back and moving to the girls.

“Hello Ma’am my name is Alexander” Alex said shaking the wives hand and smiling at the Angel “I’m one of our husband aids no one important I do need Hope here though the senator asked us both to work on some thing together” he said flashing her his patented demon smirk.

“Oh” Lorraine said looking at her “I need to go talk to my husband any ways I’ll see you later Hope” she said before walking away to the senator.
“Good bye Ma’am” Wrath said perfectly polite, as soon as she was out of earshot he turned smiling at her.

“The wife isn’t a bad idea” Wrath said casually holding out his elbow to escort her to the office they shared “Don’t you think it would be more prudent to go after the senator though? I know you Angels like your subtly but we Demons prefer to go straight for the source” he reminded her.

“And I actually wasn’t lying about the senators request” Wrath said grinning again “turns out were both his favorites and he wants us working together on this campaign so were partners” he said resisting the urge to laugh.

The poor Angel would freak out about that one, they were all so high and mighty after all. She probably had never cut lose or done any thing along those lines, thinking her self to pure and above that. Wrath always felt bad for angels they never had fun never did the “naughty” kind of things that he liked to do. It wasn’t like they couldn’t they were just two afraid to.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Hope grimaced as Wrath's rough laughter surrounded her. He had some nerve to approach her and act as if they were best buds rather than mortal enemies. If he thought that she would be distracted from her mission by his charming smile then he had another think coming. The Archangel had given her this task and she would complete it successfully if it was the last thing she did. And, if she was going up against one of the top demons, it might very well be.

"I won't discuss my plans with a demon." She spat out with all the venom an angel could muster. His touch burned into her skin like molten lava and Hope resisted the urge to hiss in pain. Good and Evil could not mix. Even the lightest touch was enough to leave a mark. When he finally relinquished his hold on her, Hope bit her lip to hold back the sigh of relief. Her hand rubbed against her elbow where he'd held her, as if her own touch could erase the mark he'd left.

"And what exactly is it that the good," she placed extra emphasis on the word, "senator wishes us to do?"

The office Wrath had led her to held one large conference table and Hope moved to the side opposite the demon. She wanted as much space as possible between them. Folding her arms over her chest, her gaze bore into his, waiting for an answer.

 

[thepoeticmaster2121]

“The might be good senator” Wrath reminded her watching her move to the side and laughing at her discomfort, Angels were so easy to antagonize just be invasive and it would be enough to set off the uptight immortals. This Angel was obviously young and untrained eager to win this battle and the coming war; the Archangel must have though highly of her to place on such an important mission.

Or maybe he though she was hot

She was her human body had gifted her with beauty, though she probably didn’t even realize it. Her angel wings and halo as well as the markings on her body seemed to enhance her beauty giving her that special kind of glow he only saw on female angels. Wrath wasn’t like most demons; most of them hated angels and spent all his time bad mouthing them. He had been one once and even though he barely remembered it he had some fond feelings from it.
Plus Wrath was a fairly sexual demon, he liked sex and any female who was attractive was fair game to him.

And she was definitely attractive

“The good senator wanted us to help prepare for the summit” Wrath said smiling wickedly at her, he leaned against the desk watching her folding her arms and laughing slightly “which means you and I will be doing what we already did before we came to the mortal plane researching where every one stands at the summit and who the senator needs to talk to”

“Are you going to stand over there?” Wrath said rolling his eyes and grabbing the various books they would need “I’m not going to kill you angel” he reminded her.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Dare she trust him? Hope surveyed Wrath from across the table, studying him, wondering whether she could trust him...for the time being at least. One could never let her guard down around a demon, no matter how charming and trustworthy he may seem. Because that was when a demon was at his most dangerous.

Biting her lip, Hope uncrossed her arms and moved, cautiously, a few steps away from Wrath. Close enough to show she was willing to work together on the senator's task, but too far away for Wrath to touch her again.

"I know you won't kill me." She replied, hoping her saucy tone conveyed a confidence she was definitely lacking at that moment. "Even a demon of your...reputation wouldn't be stupid enough to attempt to fight an angel in plain sight of mortals."

Standing up on tip-toe, Hope reached for a binder on the top shelf, completely unaware of the way her skirt suit clung to her body as she stretched. Fingertips brushed the binder, attempting to pull it towards her. Dang her stupid human body and how short it was. Falling back on her heels, Hope eyed the binder with an aggravated huff.

With a glance over her shoulder to see that the blinds had been drawn over the office's windows, Hope turned her attention back to the binder. With a determined tilt of her chin, she rose back up on her tip-toes and continued to rise higher as her feet lifted off the floor ever so slightly. Her fingers wrapped around the binder's spine and she floated the few inches back to the floor with a triumphant smile.

"Shall we get to work?" She asked Wrath, a smirk on her lips as she laid the binder on the conference table.

 

[thepoeticmaster2121]

“Your wrong” Wrath said watching her and pausing as he saw the skirt cling to her body, she was a pretty girl almost dangerously pretty. Wrath had a weakness for hot angels, they were like a prize to him fine wine that he had to hunt down and capture before he could drink. It was a game he liked playing especially when the girl in question was so beautiful.

“I wont kill you because I want the senator not your blood” Wrath said sitting down at his chair and watching her “This is a battle after all not a battle of brawn but of wits” he said watching her grab the binders and floating through the air.

He whistled a little impressed by her use of her powers, Angels were usually uptight about things like that rarely using their powers when they were this close to mortals. Wrath never understood why, if you couldn’t be seen what was the point in hiding? Angels were too skittish to win this war to afraid of being their true selves.

He would use it to his advantage

“We shall” Wrath said watching her sit down and grabbing the binder so they could both see it “Can I get you any thing water or some kind of drink?” Wrath asked as he got out his papers “I’m not going to poison it but once we start I’d like not to stop”