• Tonight was like any other. The girls were back home, relaxing their stress in their own unique ways. The dark sky meant time for calm. The five were a handsome bunch indeed. All beautiful with their very own flaws. One too tall, another too built. These flaws made them perfect, they knew this all too well & used it for themselves. Greed swells their hearts, yet they stay so perfect...The "perfect sins".

    Let us turn our attention to the youngest of these ravishing women. A blonde mid twenties. A long nimble body with large breasts. The body of a goddess, the kind that makes your head turn. But her eyes, the wild green eyes that makes you want to turn back. She was the most perfect of all. Her only flaws were mere discoloration of skin, scars if I will.

    She loves herself more than anything. She loves life & everything in it. But she loved danger & mysteries even more. She as an angel, god sent. Her greed wasn't skin deep. All she wanted was a man. A particular man. The one with wild brown hair. The same hair that had never granted her to gaze into his eyes. His eye color was unknown to her. What a nuisance she thought.

    He had traveled back into her mind. The chivalrous thoughts danced into her head as she removed her heavy leather uniform. All to be left was her under garments, a pair of long silk socks, & a black guarder. An item used in holy matrimony now used to signify her virginity. She was pale her scars easily seen. Her dainty body moved into an open room. A bathroom, fit for a queen. The lacy garments were tossed to the floor as the attractive maiden slipped into a tub of water.

    The ghostly skin turned peach as the heat overwhelmed her. The sleeping pills she had taken were to kick in soon. She had to be haste or she was sure to take her final rest in a tub. Only minutes later she was in an over sized lengthy shirt. Her guarder secure around her left thigh. She had her leg kicked up onto a coffee table, only interested in her flossy ball of sugar, as if she had longed for it all day.

    "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk..." The shaking of a pill bottle peeked her interest. She stared at her mentor, "Is Mandi having trouble sleeping again?" The maid lowered her treat with a nod, "Stress over works me sometimes, Francise." She lifted a glass to her lips in silence. "Dear, you need help. Now get some rest. We have a big meeting in the morning."

    The meeting of course, she nearly forgot. Perhaps the day Mandi was able to claim her prize. Those eyes she had a lust for them. A desire to know the obscure secret they held. Perhaps she would be able to win the veiled man, with her charm & wit. She began to titter as she made way to her lovely room. The room where her desires turned to wishes, then to dreams. She sluggishly laid on her sheets.

    Tonight she shall dream. A bizarre & unfamiliar dream. It will amaze her how wild her mind runs when she allows it to do so.

    Soft & pillow, like cotton candy, my favorite. No, a...cloud? How weird. I must have died. Those lights too bright to be natural, but not enough to be electric. My back hurts. I'm numb & I feel like I gained 20 or 30 pounds...Oh gods! I'm fat How? I barley eat! this is crazy! I'm totally freaking out here! Where the hell am I," Fair Maiden!" "Uh...Yes?"

    Weird? Yes, unusual? Not at all. It was simple. Our perfect woman was in front of pearly gates. That 20 or 30 pounds? Merely her wings, 1 angelic, 1 demonic. The gates shrieked as the passage opened for the new addition to heaven. The beauty walked forward bashfully. She tugged on her sleeves, her once black baggy shirt was now tight. It was pulled slickly down to match her curves, pale blue & sleeves went to her knuckles a hole her thumbs to rest like in a cast. She was now wearing dark blue jeans hot just cotton but polyester & spandex. This granted Mandi the ability to wear tight jeans & still move.

    Mandi began spinning in amazement. This place was wonderful. No fear, no death, now worry, no...No mystery. Her love, what was she if she had no goal to chase? This made her feel almost useless, what now? She fell to her knees. Holding the crook of her elbow to her brow. She wanted to cry. Why on earth would she cry in such a wonderful place?

    A hand groped at her shoulder, "Milady, why are you crying so?" The weeping girl removed the hand, " What is heaven if you are alone?" She shuddered as the hands pulled her to her feet. "But you are not alone. Their are many of us that Rome this area, I would gladly intro--"
    "That's not what I mean. I want my friends, some one who cares, without that...I'm alone,"
    The maiden went limp wanting to fall back to her knees only to fall into the brod chest.
    "But Mandi...I'm here..."

    The blonde turned in the others arms. It was him, "A...Andy! Y...You!" "Don't call me that," He blushed slightly, looking away from her tear filled eyes. Those eyes meant danger yes, but if they're glazed over with the salt water called tears, it's a sight no one would stand to see. She ran her dainty fingers through his hair as she breathed into his chest.

    Everything seemed relaxed as if not to disturb the two, "Brown..."
    "Anton?"
    "My eyes are brown..." His lips grazed her own only to set upon her forehead. She was speechless. Did it only take death & demise to get him close? As ridiculous as it sounded it could be the truth. The only question was why the different wings? His were both demonic. But her's....They were, different.

    As if he read her mind he breathed into her ear, "There is some purity left in your heart. Mandi," His voice was suddenly sharp, he pulled her off her feet so they saw eye to eye. Damn her height," How far would you follow me? Would you follow me to the deepest depths of hell?" He was digging his talon like nails into her armpits & shoulders.

    It was pain she had never felt before, she sobbed to chocked up to answer. "Mandi! Answer me!" He had begun shaking her without even realizing it, "I would! I'd spend eternity in hell if it meant I'd be with you!" That was what he wanted to hear. Anton wrapped his arms around the under side of her wings. He held her as if never to loose her. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist.

    Then it began, a hundred red little devils surrounded them. Two by two the creatures took turns pulling at her wings. She screamed & cried as they proceeded. Her body thrashed like a child having a temper tantrum. "Andy! Make it stop! Please!" "Just hold on, it'll be all over soon enough." The wings fell to the ground turning to ash & blowing away in the wind. He fell to his knees holding for dear life. A river of blood flowed from her back over his sleeves.

    The pillow like blue sky faded blood red, "The last stage Mandi, this won't hurt as bad." Only seconds later she released a stomach turning scream. He had been wrong. His transformation was only to regrow his wings.Something new was happening. Shot nubs for horns had pushed their way through her hair. Then the tail, could you imagine you tailbone extending & penetrating your skin with a barbed tail? Of course you can't but it's horrid. Her transformation was complete & Mandi had no tears left to cry. She felt fine. Only she felt even more awkward than with the wings. Anton laid a kiss upon her lips whispering into her mouth," Welcome to hell."