Devils and Angels

Prologue

Glacien had to hose me down with ice like a fire extinguisher. She enjoyed that very much.

But tonight I was gorgeous. My hair was curled and braided in an elaborate style that framed my face, the dress I was wearing was fire. It was strapless with a sweetheart neckline, the tight satin bodice was red, sparkling with blood red rubies, the skirt flowed down unevenly to the left, waves of multicolored silk layered it making it look like the many colors of flame, orange, pink, red, scarlett, and yellow.

I giggled and spun, the skirt flared and looked like I was on fire. It was beautiful.

"Oh! Look at her!" Errol gasped, fanning himself like a premadonna. "She's so beautiful! I think I'm gonna cry."

"Get a hold of yourself man." Erik laughed, slapping him on the back. "Even all done up and pretty she's still our little dragon." Erik poked me in the side as he grinned and I smacked him away.

Edmund took my hand and twirled me around, a soft smile on his face. Then he stopped me and tilted my chin up pressing a kiss to my forehead. "You are incredibly lovely, bella fiamma."

Erik, Edmund, and Errol. All about the same age, tall, movie star hot, and have glowing red eyes. My brothers are like girlfriends to me in a boy way, they take care of me and have been there for me all of my life. They have been assigned to me to guard me day and night. The only way I can tell them apart is through their hair and personalities.

Erik is the shorter of the three (if six foot five can be considered short), with black hair, dark African skin, and is the happy fun one. He cracks jokes and is always ready to make me laugh.

Edmund is the more protective, he cares more about my being safe than happy. He has brown hair, creamy skin, and is the tallest. He is Italian and calls me a lot of pet names, like bella fiamma, which means beautiful flame. He wants me to be happy but would rather me be safe first.

Errol is gay. No way around it. Middle hight, blonde hair, bronzed skin, and a gorgeous smile. He is a total cowboy too, southern accent strait from Louisiana, but gay as a fairy. He helps Isa braid my hair and takes me shopping and helps me with outfits. He is very emotional and so happy go lucky that it's adorable.

My sisters each have three brothers who guard them, I don't see them as much, but I don't doubt they are there.

"It is time to go." Mortain intoned. Her smile and slightly brighter eyes was the only thing that showed her excitement.

I took one last look at my childhood room. The walls were a soft rose, a large fireplace of white marble laced with silver dominated the far wall, it was big enough for me to lay in (trust me I would know. I have to when I get injured). On the right wall was my great four poster bed, draped with pink and rose drapes and a red satin bedspread. My floors were pink marble and my wardrobe and dresser were made of white marble. The left wall had a white vanity with an oval mirror that my sisters had draped with red silk. And a door that lead to my pink marble bathroom.

I really hate pink.

I turned away without another look.

We walked down the halls of my fathers' castle. It was a long procession. Me and my brothers, my sisters led the way in order of age. Putting me at last. Each of us was surrounded by our brother guards. One in front and two in back. Edmund had my front and Erik and Errol were behind me.

The halls had tall vaulted ceilings encrusted with all colors of gemstones and crystals. We were in the west wing. The whole wing of the castle housed all 666 children of Satan. The east wing held the damned souls from the mortal realm. Held in various torture rooms, some were worse than others. Some were no more uncomfortable than a human prison cell. No food was given because they are souls. Souls don't need food. The north wing was for all of our fathers concubines, those women don't matter because they die as soon as they give birth to my reincarnated brothers.