"His soul is mine," Devon, the devil's angel, said. He
watched the humans, who were oblivious to his presence,
gathered in the sales office. One of the best things about
being an angel was his ability to pop into just about
anywhere and spy on his subjects without their knowledge.
He could observe the humans as if were watching a play and
even occasionally act as director.
A chill wind howled outside the downtown Denver office,
heralding the arrival of winter and the holiday season. The
perfect time of year to increase his soul count. Devon
studied his next soul, a brown–haired young man with
expressive brows and a quirky grin. Unbeknownst to him, the
salesman's life meter was about to expire unless he made
drastic changes.
"Devon," a voice echoed into the atmosphere before the
being that irritated him the most shimmered into his
vision. "Doing a soul count before he's yours?"
Slowly, an angel materialized, clad from head to toe in
a white leather jacket and white knee–high boots fit
snug over white leather pants. A gold belt around her
waist, held a cross that signified sergeant, angel, first
class. Her halo was tilted at a rakish angle. In earth
terms, Gabriella looked hot.
"Whoever is in charge of your wardrobe, I like the
changes they've made," Devon said, letting his eyes rake
her until a searing heat reminded him he was crossing
boundaries. "Please tell me they ditched the boring robes."
With a toss of her blonde hair, her blue eyes flashed,
glinting silver as her brows rose.
"My robes are hardly boring, but no, one of my cases is
a motorcyclist. I'm riding shotgun today, trying to keep
him from splattering all over the highway. The robes kept
blowing up in my face, so I found a solution."
"Nice!" Devon shook his head and forced his eyes back to
the human whose life he'd soon influence. "I thought your
promotion at Easter took you out of the saving souls
division."
Gabriella smiled as the air around her shimmered. Why
didn't the angels from purgatory patrol get that shimmery
essence?
"Devon, we work so...well together" she said, drawing
out the word until he wanted to snap at her. He held onto
his temper.
"We're all looking for ways to make quota this time of
year. Only the strongest stay out of the pit, and every
time I come up against you, I lose. But not this time. This
one belongs to me," he announced, staring at the man whose
only interest in life was making money. No family, no
girlfriends, no friends— just work and money.
Gabriella tsked. "Now why would you want to send this
poor man to hell for eternity? He just needs a little
coaxing to choose the right path."
Devon sighed. "His time is about to expire. I'm here to
collect his soul."
"Maybe," she said. "Unless, I can give him some guidance
and save him from evil."
"Not this time. Heavenly angels may not be able to play
dirty, but I can," he said, smiling at Gabriella. "And I
intend to win this one."
Gabriella laughed.
"Always so arrogant, Devon." She glanced at their
human. "His case is challenging, but I'm certain I can help
him."
She turned toward Devon, her brows rising. "Playing
dirty landed you where you are now. Why should I expect
anything less?"
"How I got here doesn't matter. I need this soul," he
snapped. "You make your soul count or the big man sends you
back to the pit to fight and claw your way back for another
chance."
"And Colin McDermott needs to be saved," Gabriella said,
swirling back to their subject. "I mean, look at the poor
man. He has no idea his priorities are in the wrong place.
He's a selfish, greedy man because he's unloved."
"Love!" Devon exclaimed. "You heavenly angels think
loving someone solves everything."
Gabriella shook her head at Devon, her blue eyes
darkening with some sort of power. "Even you deserved love,
Devon. In fact, if I had been your angel, I would found
someone to show you love. Hopefully, you'd have been smart
enough to grab the lifeline."
"Well, you weren't my angel, and now I'm the big man's
soul catcher."
"It's simple, Devon. Why would you want to lure more men
into the darkness you already face?" she asked.
Devon clenched his fist, struggling to control the
frustration that spiraled through him. Hell was not a place
anyone planned on going. "The pit!" he said. "Let's just
concentrate on the human."
"I already was." She contemplated Colin McDermott. "He's
quite handsome with those long, sandy lashes and sparkling
honey eyes. If I were human, one look and he'd melt my
heart."
"Women on earth know he's not a good risk. I could wrap
this case up before Christmas, if you weren't here."
"Too bad. I'm here to keep you from destroying him," she
said, giving him a stern frown. "The poor soul has no idea
of what he's about to face. I'm sure you've got some nasty
surprises in store for him, some hard to resist
temptations. But hopefully, with my guidance, he'll make
the changes his life needs."
Devon shook his head. "No, by Christmas he'll be mine.
Count on it."