Would You Fall From Heaven, Or Do I Have to Fall to Hell?

I ran the whole length of the school, trying to calm my hunger for angelic soul. Yes soul. A demon must feed on souls to survive. If not, my dear Promiscuity would disintegrate. Once my hunger was subdued, and my blood stopped boiling, I walked into my homeroom to be greeted by like 20 pairs of wide, colorful eyes.

I looked up to the front of the class to see a straggly haired lady staring at me with her hands on her hips. “Well, and who are you supposed to be?”

“I’d be your new student.” I said while leaning against the doorway.

“OH!...... Let me check.” She walked/jogged to her desk in the corner of the class. Shuffling her papers around and then picked on up in triumph. As I scanned the room of faces, I found Julia and Belle lip locking in the back corner. GGGRRREEEAAATTT!!! They are here. Goody, a little girl action for Promiscuity.

Really Promis? Why do you have to be so….. So……. Straight?!?

Hey don’t get moody with me just because I ain’t into your gay shit.

Whatever, just shut up.

I receded from my mind to see the teacher staring at me. “I’m sorry did you say something?”

“Yes, I asked if you were Damon Demonte.”

“Um yea that’s me.”

“All right now where should I have you sit…..” I could see her eyes scan the room as everyone else was waiting to see if the new kid would sit next to them.

“OH! He can sit with us!!” Julia was practically jumping out of her seat.

Half way through the period, the door opened to show that blonde guy.

ANGEL!!

“Excuse me, but I need to see um…..” he looked down at a slip of paper in his hand. “Damon Demonte?”

“Yes of course. All right you heard him, go on Damon.”

I hesitantly walked to the door, Promiscuity clawing at the barriers for release. He bent down a little sense we were pretty much the same height and whispered in my ear, “Follow me.”