Crows and Crosses

II

Oh my God. He's passed out on the floor and I don't think I can pull him out of here and he's also completely naked. What in the world am I going to do?

I crouch down next to him and attempt to take his pulse but I can't find it. I could just turn him onto his back and listen to his heart but that would involve exposing his.. Um... His you know.

"Magdalene?" His eyes flutter open and he slowly props himself up on his forearms.

Thank you God.

"Um, hi," I answer.

"Are you okay?" He asks, wincing as he slowly moves into a seated position.

I direct my eyes at a spot behind him, blushing deep red with embarrassment at seeing him nude. "I-I'm fine. Are you alright? And, I'm not trying to be rude, but who are you and what happened to my cat?"

He laughs, a low melodic sound that makes the hair on the back of my arms stand up.

"I'm good. Great, actually. And I happen to be your cat."

My mouth drops open.

"I'm kinda like your guardian angel if that's what you want to call it," he grins at me as I look away quickly.

"If you're an angel, how were you summoned by a pentagram and why were you in my cat?" I ask, trying to keep the shake out of my voice.

"The correct term is reformed fallen angel actually," he rubs his hand through his hair. "And, because I was a fallen angel at one time and spent a few thousand years ruling over hell, demonic summons still work on me. I wasn't in your cat, I was your cat. There's a difference. I am, well, was in the reincarnation cycle. I was going to work my way up from a life as a house cat to a life where I can work off the things I did when I fell from grace."

"So what you're trying to tell me is," I say slowly. "That a former demon has been living in my cat and now you're out and I'm not going to get my cat back."

He looks at my frustratedly. "I wasn't in your cat. I was your cat. There's a difference. And we need to leave."

"I don't know if I'm comfortable going anywhere with you," I answer, scowling. "I don't think it's in the best interest of my immortal soul to be hanging out with former demons who don't even have the decency to wear pants."

He laughs loudly, the sound ringing through the church. I continue scowling as he finally gets back a hold of himself.

"I forgot what it's like to be around conservative types," he grins, standing up.

I avert my eyes blushing and hear a small pop. I look back to find him fully clothed in a ripped graphic tee shirt, black skinny jeans, black boots and a leather jacket.

"Better?" He raises an eyebrow.

I nod. "I still don't think I should be going anywhere with you." I say. "You said you ruled over hell. Doesn't that make you a greater demon or something?"

"No, actually. Greater demons are much less friendly and all around, much more disgusting and angry. I was second in command of the satanic army so I did know greater demons. When we lost the war for heaven, I gave myself up willingly to hopefully make amends for what I'd done. I served my time and am now am proving myself as a worthy angel. Now can we please get out of here? I don't think you can see them, but there are demons all over this church and I can only keep so many of them from attaching themselves to you.

"Wait, what!" There are demons attaching themselves to me? No, no, no, no. I stand up quickly and sprint toward the door, giving no thought to fallen angel boy or anything else. My biggest fear is being possessed by a demon and it will not be happening today.