Chapter 8: Rock Queen

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{Author's Note: Above is your outfit for this chapter} {fun fact: I was inspired by the conjuring movie, Supernatural, and Mia from Resident Evil 7 for this chapter}

[Y/N'S POV]

I sat beside Brief, listening to some music as Garter was arguing with the angels like always. Thankfully, the blasting of the music blocked out the constant yelling. A few days have passed since my last mission and my...outburst. As a chill ran up my spine, I pulled my brown coat closer to my body. Something has been eating away at me, something terrible. With a sigh, I sat back and placed my hands behind my head. A sense of relaxation waved over me as I closed my eyes. Brief tapped my shoulder, gaining my attention. I open an eye to the tiny redhead.

"Hm?"

"Um...Are you alright? You seem...different."

I shrugged.

"I'm good, Dimples."

A knock on the door caused the priest to stop yelling. The angels just glared daggers at the church's wooden doors as Garter went to see who it was.

"Motherfucker...Who's coming to church at this fucking time?! I don't even have any shit planned today!"

Suddenly, a powerful angelic aura filled my senses. I know it's couldn't have come from these sinful angels, this was a greater power than anything I've sensed...not since. OH FUCK! I snapped up from my seat. No No No No No No No No No! Garter open the door as a dark-haired man walked in with a slight wistfulness. Just from the look on his face, He has a high and mighty vibe about him. I glared at the man.

"Raphael, The archangel of healing. What a fucking pleasure to have you here..."

He smiled gently, ignoring my attitude.

"Hello, My dove."

He glanced to the side, noticing the angels who stared at him in horror causing me to snicker.

"Hello, boys...Make sure you get those heaven coins."

A dark cheery smile appeared on Uncle Raphael's face. The two angels quickly hid behind me, gripping tightly the back of my coat like small toddlers. Raphael only chuckled and went to speak to Garterbelt.

"Umm...Dude! Are we just gonna ignore the fact that Lord Raphael is here?!"

"I don't think I ever saw that SOB outside in the human world before!"

Garter approached, anger clear on his face as Raphael entered the side room Garter used as an office. Not like he actually uses it, it's more for appearance. I raised a brow in confusion, just what the hell were they talking about? 

"Hey, Kid. Need you for a second. The feathered fuck needs you for a personal mission. Angels ain't going with you."

I nodded, heading toward the room. The angels were yelling behind me at Garter, wanting to know what the hell was going on. Personally, I did too. An archangel coming from heaven for a visit is unheard of. The last time that happened was years ago, I only found out a few days ago that they sneaked out of heaven to see me on the day of the movie premiere. I took a breath before entering the room. A gentle smile was present on Raphael's face.

"Please, my dear. Have a seat, We have much to discuss."

"I'm still not understanding why an angel is here. A fucking angel, with a capital "A". With a harp and wings."

"I...I don't have a harp."

"Yeah well, A failer that can't live up to expectations!"

"(Y/N)...Please sit down."

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