Ok, this is just a random story idea I came up with off the top of my head. If it’s no good, I want to know now so I don’t write more and realize it totally sucks. Constructive criticism?

Black. The color of night, of darkness, of demons and devils. Everything was black here. The clothes, the lights, even the music sounded black. Leave it to Gabe to negotiate a place such as this, a place where we would stick out like sore thumbs, our gold hair flashing like traffic lights in the glare from the disco ball. I’d just barely been able to convince dad to let us dress in dark colors.
I stuffed a baseball cap over my short hair, laughing to myself. Angels in black, dad must be loving that.
Keeping a firm grip on Gabe’s hoodie I dragged him through the crowd, searching for the darkness among the black, a spot where even the strobe lights failed. I was sure they could see us already; to their eyes we must shine like stars plucked from the night. Angels never did learn to be discreet.
“Smells like demon,” Gabe whispered in my ear, just loud enough to be heard above the music.
“Then we must be getting close.”

Lilith tapped styled nails against the tabletop next to her drink, the beat running against the music, but somehow more powerful. With her other hand she fiddled with one of her ear piercings, brushing back her black and red hair to do so.
“They’re late,” she snapped, crossing her legs, though how she could with pants as tight as hers I had no idea.
“They’re coming, can’t you see them?” I told her, trying to discreetly copy her movements.
“Shut up Luc, I don’t have the sight, remember?” she hissed, downing the rest of her drink in one go.
Giving up on attempting to cross my legs I lifted my beer, gulping down some less out of thirst and more out of boredom. Idly I played with the cap, sending it spinning in circles. The glow was getting closer now; I caught a brief glimpse of Sera’s face among the humans, a cap casting a shadow over her features. Gabe was behind her, a huge black hoodie sagging on his shoulders. Their dad must be loving that.

We broke through the crowd when we reached the bar, the darkness almost a tangible thing, though I knew I was the only one who could see it. Gabe didn’t have the sight. Luc was closest, spread out across two stools, beer in one hand, cap in the other. There was a devilish smile on his face, his shaggy black hair hiding one of his crimson eyes. He wore a tight black tee over baggy black jeans, one muscled arm raised in greeting.
“Hey, ‘sup Sera, Gabe,” he laughed, setting the bottle on the counter.
Lilith bristled from behind him. I took a moment to study her. She was as beautiful as her brother was handsome, long black and red hair, piercings on her ears and eyebrows, a frown on her lips. She wore tight black jeans and heeled boots, along with a leather jacket and tank top.
“Get to the point, dad says we’re to be in and out in less than an hour, and it takes longer to rise than it does to fall,” I said, perching lightly on a stool next to Luc. I’d always preferred him to his sister.
“It’s just a letter than needs delivering,” Luc said, pulling a blank white envelope out of his pocket, no address, no name, nothing. But I knew who it was for.
I snorted. “And this requires us how? Tell your dad to get an imp if he needs a messenger.”
“It’s of the utmost importance, trust me, he likes us meeting as much as your dad does, he wouldn’t do it if he had another option.”

I watched as she took the letter with a look of disgust, like it carried some disease. But nevertheless she slipped it into the pocket of her sweatshirt. Gabe just stared at it blankly. Never much for talking that one, I don’t think I’d ever heard him string two words together. His sister was much more interesting and I had to admit, though dad would flay me alive if he heard I’d even thought it, beautiful. She had short blond, pixie style hair and delicate features. Her lips were huge and as she chewed them in anxiety, I had the strongest urge to kiss them.
I shook my head minutely, trying to get my brain back in working order. She might be beautiful but she was an angel, dad would kill me and then send me to tally souls for a century or so. Deskwork. Shudder.
“We’ll be going then,” she said, grabbing her brother’s arm and pulling him away into the crowd.
I watched her go, watched her glance back not once, but twice, confusion playing with her face. I smiled to myself. Maybe soul-counting would be worth it. Just to feel those lips on mine.
I don’t mind if you don’t like it, say that, I just need honest answers.

And the names are my bad joke.
Sorry if it’s at all confusing, it’s stuff that would be explained later on if I wrote more.


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