#hiiii i originally wrotee this in 3rd person so please lmk if i missed anything in editing to 2nd!!

[twsted-mirrors]

THE CASINO

DEMON ! AZUL / ARCHANGEL ! S/O

hiii! here’s another addition to the angels/demons au! here’s the first one !

“You were...Apprehensive, to say the least. Really, who wouldn’t be, in this situation?”

Being assigned to your first mission on Earth as a solo operation, even as an Archangel, isn’t exactly...safe?

Especially not when said solo operation is to scope out a notorious demon’s hideout. 

Have we mentioned that this is by herself?

You had no idea what your superiors were thinking. Yeah, you normally trusts the judgement of the two seraphim, but this...even with the tiny team, this is excessive.

Your halo had been discarded before you teleported to a block from the...loud building, the two sets of wings are neatly tucked away. Now, the only thing left is your pure energy. There was a potion you was given, but it was...experimental, and only half-reliable, at best.

Still, better than nothing, you guesses.

The target was a rather coveted aquatic demon, known as Azul Ashengrotto on Earth, but nicknamed Ursula by the Heavens. He gained temporary, but admittedly formidable, power through making contracts, conning the subject out of their belongings, or often their soul.

Then there were the two lackeys. A set of changeling twins, known as Jade and Floyd, or Jetsam and Flotsam. They balance each other out in brains and brawn respectively. Combine that with their service to Ursula, and it’s no wonder they’re all such high-priced targets. You could probably contend for a promotion to Seraphim for taking them down alone.

Their suspected hideout was a casino, likely started by Ursula himself, called “Mostro Lounge”. It was surprisingly hidden between other buildings, but you could smell the darkness, the sin, from half a block away. Ugh.

Remember what everyone told you, look confident, fake it until you make it… That was the latest mantra you were using to calm down.

You’re so fucked, Maker help you.

You finally arrive at the entrance, seeing the (human, after taking a second glance) bouncer take a quick once-over before nodding. Good, you can go in.

Man, if outside was loud, then the inside is screaming. The general color scheme is neon blue, which seems to wash over everything in an overhead hue. Jazz could be heard in the background as patrons filed in and out of the entrance lounge.

There’s the casino, the bistro, and the...rooms? Huh, nobody was made aware of a redlight district in this town, you think. The casino seems like a good start. Get a drink, mingle, fit in. Do what you were trained for.

Except...that didn’t go too well.

You had gotten halfway through some sort of fruity drink in a martini glass and were only approached by three humans before an employee approached, saying “The boss has requested for you.”

You almost passed out right there.

Fuck, not like you could flee by now, you were already noticed by Ursula. Doing anything would most certainly cause a scene, which could cause any kind of shitshow, with humans’ natural unpredictability. Not to mention, somebody will film it, for sure. Especially if someone ends transforming from their vessels.

You really had no choice but to follow.

The employee, dressed in a powder blue and lilac suit, had taken you through a “back route” to...the “rooms” section of the building. After an uncomfortably long elevator ride, you were handed off to--fuck. It’s the changelings.

Motherfucker. Should now be a good time to send a distress signal? The one seraph should be close to finished with scouting the Demon King’s hideout, and both the other seraph and the simple angel are both idle…

“Right this way, Miss.” The one on the left (more composed, structured, must be Jetsam), bows with his left hand on his right breast. 

(Thoughts are running through your head, ones you’re trying to ignore. Disgusting, revolting, vile, impure, sinful, unworthy--)

You step forward, following. Another walk, another long corridor, another uncomfortable, loaded silence. Like the air is embedded in gunpowder, able to be lit with the tiniest spark.

The other one, Flotsam, is perched at the doorway, the stupidest fucking grin on his face.

(You just want to tear that face off. Look, enjoy my efforts, congratulate me on me work, be proud of me, look at how unworthy they are to be in my presence, just like you told me--)

He opens the door. You walk in. The changelings follow, closing it behind you, and then standing guard. 

It was a large room, filled to the brim with decorations revolving around the sea, two large leather couches, stands for good and drinks…

And then the desk. A large, oak desk, with the man himself sitting behind it. 

He was somewhat different from what you expected—namely not towering over you—but he was very intimidating in his own right. A thin young man, with pale skin and even paler white hair, wearing a three piece suit and fedora, the same color scheme as that employee—and the changelings—.

“—aha, my, my, my, and just what do we have here? A little guppy that’s snooped her way into my lounge?” His voice is smooth, taking a slightly deep tone. No wonder he gets so many human clients, he could probably talk himself in or out of whatever he wants.

You freeze. The vessel’s stomach churns. “I wasn’t snooping. I just wanted to have a few drinks, maybe have a few games. What’s wrong with that?” Remember your training, remember your training, remember—.

Flotsam has the gall to giggle from behind you. 

Ursula stands, grabbing a pen from the desk, “Aha! Bullshit. Oh, honey,” He’s walking towards you, “I could smell that stench since you teleported in a block away.”

He’s right in front of you, leaning down to match your height. You try to turn your head, look anywhere but at him, but he’s already acting.

Ursula pushes the pen below your chin, forcing your head up. He taps it once, twice, until you finally look at him.

“There we go, that’s a good guppy.”

“W… what? What the hell are you talking about?” You think you’re going to combust.

“Oh, don’t you play coy with me, little arch,” He leans up, removing the pen (and intense stare), “Jade, Floyd. Hold their arms.”

In an instant, Your arms are held behind you, one by each twin. You have to send the distress signal. Focus, focus…

“And just how…” He’s back in front of you, but this time, looming, rather than in your face like before. He reaches a gloved hand around the waist, to the back, two fingers pressing on the vessel’s middle of the spine. “...Are you going to compensate me?”

You yell, your wings being forcibly torn from the tuck in the back.

You can’t hesitate anymore, the distress signal’s been sent out. The scent of pure fear fills the room, causing Ursula to reel back, and the twins—Jade and Floyd—to weaken their hold on your arms, just for a second.

But a second was all you needed.

A portal of light opened beneath you, with you dropping down, and shut as quick as it opened.

Your seraph had communicated through the link—you had done more than enough for her mission, it was time to help your other seraph, who was being pursued by an extremely strong Fallen One.

The previous events had to be pushed to the back of your mind. That could wait for debriefing, there were other things to focus on, right now.