The Fine Line of Heaven and Hell

A/N: For once, I’m faintly disappointed in myself for this chapter. I feel it’s the end, even though there’s so much left to cover, you know? This story has really grown on me, too. *sigh* I liked writing it more than I usually enjoy writing something. (Possibly because I simply typed everything out instead of writing it down by hand first). Anyway, in commemoration for having fully completed my first story, I bought something that I’ve never thought to get before. Now, I’m super-cheap. If it’s not a game and it’s more than ten bucks, I usually try to convince myself not to buy it. Yup, I’m a cheapo. Well, I bought a sterling silver, custom-made spinning ring. It’s amazing; but it was also $65. That’s a lot of money to spend on a ring. I mean, I spent $85 on my class ring, and that was all spiffed out and everything. I’m really picky about my rings, too. I usually only want stainless steel rings. Simply put, they’re easier to take care of, and I have to worry less about them falling apart and losing stones and everything. Not to mention they’re always cheaper. (Yeah, I’m ultra-cheap). I haven’t spent more than six bucks on a ring in my LIFE. It killed me to buy it, but I can’t say that I have buyer’s remorse. The ring is fucking off the wall. And it’s got my pen name spelled out on it, too. ^.^ I love it too much to whine the usual amount over how much I spent. Okay, okay, so here it is; the final chapter. *grin*


Chap 35- Stepping Forward
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Three years; had it really been so long? Three years ago? She didn’t want to think it was, considering it certainly didn’t feel as though it had been that amount of time since she’d arrived at the doors of Veranda Inn, annoyed with the man she’d left behind because of his sickening false charm. Her surroundings seemed so surreal; was she really there? Was she dreaming? She’d been so sure of herself when she’d left Jerrick behind a year before, wanting to venture on her own and learn the things she knew she lacked in order to defeat the man who’s existence seemed to haunt her ever day she didn’t kill him. Now, she stood in the familiar location of her first home; the old compound she grew up in. The inn was so close, and she knew both Jerrick and Leon could feel her there. Would they come, or would they allow her to finish things on her own?

A burst of energy alerted her to the presence of another nearby. The signature was one she knew all too well. Her folded wings stiffened, her hand curling into a fist as she braced herself for the upcoming onslaught of power. Did he think this was his usual check-up on her power growth? He would be sadly mistaken this time. This time, she was stepping forward and playing for keeps. She planned to take his life in this battle. She was tired. After a full year without sight of her mate or her home, she was ready to end it. “Waiting for me? How unusual, Shuey.” Golden eyes watched her in amusement, abyssal wings draped over the man’s shoulders haphazardly. “I take it you wish to kill me this round?” Nodding at him in confirmation of her plot, an eerie grin spread across his face. “Alright then, if you can’t kill me this time, I’ll kill you instead. Do you understand?”

Of course she understood. Her now-longer hair brushed against her shoulders as she crossed her arms. The mist that had once danced gaily around her now stood at her side in the form of a tiger, tail swaying steadily behind it. The growing green light that served as it’s eyes still present since the first time she’d really faced the man before her. Before she’d even thought of it, the vaporous creature lunged for him, sweeping along his feet as ice began to form on them. It wouldn’t do much, but it would give her a little bit of time to attack. With the agility she’d acquired from her time in Asia, she moved forward, clawed hands scraping across the mans face, from his cheek nearly to his jugular. Even as the wound healed, she smirked to herself at symbolic scratch.

Brethmel ventured to chuckle, free hand swiping the blood from his mended flesh quickly before heat began to form around his feet, the mist fleeing from it with surprising speed. “I see you’ve been working hard this time,” he said with mirth, swiftly appearing closer than she preferred and nearly landing a fist into her gut. Leaping backwards allowed her miss it narrowly, part of his hand barely brushing against her side as she dodged the move. Crouching, she watched her cloudy powers reform into a bear, heading for the demon once again. Instead of wasting time staring, she aimed to injure, hands catching alight as she moved upwards, wings spreading as she took flight.

Those ominous wings of his spread out, carrying him towards her with still-alarming speed. Spinning just above the trees, she felt the air around her begin to swirl. It was a nearly invisible attack, only someone like the man coming for her would see it for what it was. Golden eyes narrowed as he took notice of it, wings tucking a bit closer to his body to prepare for it. Feeling confident that the man would take the hit in order to get a much more painful strike in, she let her hands touch the hurricane-like winds, catching them on fire as it hurtled towards him below.

Knowing such a thing would not deter the demon, she swept downwards, clawed hands slashing across his face and hitting one eye. It gave her another out with which she could do some serious damage. Drawing the small dagger that her lover had given to her, she watched it catch on fire, waiting until the blade began to glow with heat before pressing forward once more to get another cut in. Slowly, the blade drew along the back of his neck, one of his hands flying to the wound as the flaming winds around him died down completely. She’d realized that building attacks against him would only last so long, but it still disturbed her to see the rate in which he rebuilt himself.

She ducked in time to avoid a flying sharp object of some sort, her eyes not catching any detail of what it might have been. Moving from her spot in case it might return, she was met with a crushing blow to the side, her face scrunching in pain as her wings faltered slightly, making her drop from the air, nearly crashing into the trees. Luckily, her wings caught her once more as her ribs began to heal themselves, her mist now gathering into itself above the battling pair. Her eyes widened as he hurtled towards her, an actual sword in his hand, readied for attack. Just before he hit her, a flash of lightning gashed the air, gouging his arm and one wing as a section of it vanished into the trees below. Breathing a sigh of slight relief, she glanced up to see her mist reforming into a hawk, the screech it emitted comforting in some odd way. Pulling her dagger out once more, she watched it heat, waiting for him to regenerate and attack once more. It didn’t take long, his form blurring towards her as she moved up, her hand and the dagger held down as she simply hoped to hit something. Her hand cracked as he sped by, the dagger nearly falling from her grasp, though it burned the side of her hand as she gripped it to keep from losing it.

Dual eyes widened as a monstrous black wing began to separate from it’s master, tumbling to the ground below as the man glared darkly at her and began to fall himself. Knowing this was probably her only chance, she squeezed the weapon in her hold, ice forming around her in little shards. Diving as he plummeted down, the shards around her aimed themselves at certain points in his body, even as a glowing aura emitted from him. The ice passed right through it, but she didn’t dare assume she would. Bracing herself for attack, she was left surprised when the blue light simply hovered around her, making her muscles twitch in anticipation as she continued downward. Heat blazed around the dagger in her hand, entirely unaffected by the vicious wind smacking it’s flames backwards as the blade began to glow once more.

A thud signified that he had landed, four much smaller dull sounds informing her that the shards of ice has as well. Barely moving her wings, she slightly slowed, the flames beginning to fade as she aimed the weapon precisely. Just as the blade touched his chest, her entire body froze, Zeke’s evil smile causing fear to begin bubbling in her stomach. With a snap of ice that sounded like shattering glass, his hand wrapped around her throat as the rest of his body freed itself from the bindings. “Stupid girl,” he leered as he stood, fingers closing in on her breathing pipe as blue light poured from her skin. “I’m not so pathetic as to fall for something like that,” he said with a smirk, the light pooling onto the ground as she struggled with one hand tearing at his. Glaring, she went for her last resort; the only thing that nothing living seemed to have any defense against.

She’d seen a demon in Europe die from a shot to the heart, so she decided it was best to carry a gun on her after that point as well. If anything, it would’ve gotten her out of a tight spot in which she might not have been able to use her powers. Her hand was quicker than his heavily muscled one, tearing the gun from it’s hiding place on the inside of her jeans on her left thigh. It was a tiny thing, barely fitting well in her relatively small hands, but from point blank range, it would do the trick. Just as golden eyes widened, her finger pulled the trigger. The hand at her throat tightened before becoming loose as those eyes began to gloss over. Was this how it was to watch someone die? Blood slid out from beneath him, a shockingly grateful smile forming on his face before the look of death captured his expression completely.

Something inside her ached to see it, even as she felt her entire body heat up to an almost unbearable level. Her stomach seemed to twist, her arms covering it as though to protect it from further injury. The pain knotted inside of it as she stumbled over to the side and retched, small spats of blood coming up along with last nights dinner. Following the vomiting was coughing, covering the sounds of someone else emerging from the wooded area. “Shuey!” Jerrick’s voice had her head whipping around, even as her vision began to spin. “Leon, she’s going through her second shift, I think.”

The redhead came up behind the demon, heavy boot tapping the body on the ground, even as one shoe sat in the puddle of blood. “Gee, ya think? She shot him, man…. She had to leave for a year for that?” He stepped over the corpse as though it was merely a log, scooping up the hacking woman and beginning to move before he was hit in the back of the head. “Ow, damn it, what the hell?” Blue eyes glanced over his shoulder as he rolled his eyes. “Fine, Prince Charming, YOU carry her. She’s heavy, anyway,” he muttered, hefting her over to the demon’s awaiting arms. “She got fat,” he teased, not missing the relieved smile on Jerrick’s face to see his lover once again. “We better leave before someone finds us here.”

Following wise advice, the dark-haired man followed the angel to the car, even as said man pulled his shoe off and walked over. “I’ll drive so you can hold your precious little darling,” he said with a smirk, enjoying the small scowl. As he started the engine, he glanced at the pair, mismatched eyes cracked open as a easily perceptible smile adorned pout lips. The demon leaned forward, pressing his mouth to her chastely as his companion drove them to the inn the three of them knew so well.

Clara and Deamon waited outside, the blonde’s usual energy replaced by abnormally high energy, so high, her form was almost compromised. “She’s back!” she said excitedly, her glasses nearly falling from her pert nose. Patting the crystal-eyed woman’s head, the chocolate-skinned man calmed her down. Leon opened the door for Jerrick and Shuey, the Halfling’s lithe frame curled in the pristine man’s arms. The grin on Jerrick’s face was enough to make any person chuckle, and it appeared to be too glued on his face for him to say anything other than a quick, ‘yeah.’

“She’s not in that great of a state right now, but don’t worry, Shuu will be fine,” Leon assured, the two awaiting friends going to him for information instead of the other demon’s swiftly-moving form. “He’s just going to let her sleep for now.”

As the angel calmed the pair who must have felt the shift’s power burst, Jerrick disappeared into the inn, moving up the stairs quicker than he would have imagined. It seemed to be a dream; he’d seen her doing things in his dreams a lot. He’d dreamt of her training in the Philippines, fighting in Columbia, studying under a man in Thailand, and even living in Paris for some time. Whether or not she really had done that was an entirely different thing, but he trusted that his dreams were linked to the bond they shared as mates. Laying her on the bed he hadn’t seen her on in what seemed like ages brought perverted thoughts to his mind, things he was sure to relive once she awoke. Pulling off his suit jacket, tie and white button-up, he slid into the warmth of the comforter beside her, grey eyes watching her face as if it was the perfect movie.

From this point on, things would be different. He had her all to himself, and no one could make him leave her side. Not even her.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been out, or even when she had passed out in the first place. All she remembered was a lot of pain and then….Jerrick. That was it. She could feel a comfortable presence at her side, most likely her demonic mate. When she finally opened her eyes, she was met with the ceiling of their room, an incredibly missed picture, indeed. A hand took hold of hers, her eyes flickering over Jerrick’s face with a small smile on her face. “…….I killed him,” she said, fingers lacing into his, even as she spoke of murder so casually.

“I know,” he murmured, lips pressing against her knuckles as he moved closer to her. “It’s over now, so you don’t have to worry anymore,” he said quietly, “I don’t have to worry anymore.” His other arm wrapped around her waist, releasing her hand in favor of lying on his side beside her. “Or do I?” he wondered aloud at her slightly pained expression, running soothing circles at her side. “What’s wrong?”

With a sigh, Shuey looked into endless grey eyes for the first time in a year. “Did I do the right thing?” she asked, the angel in her seeming to give her a heavy conscious. “Was it right to take his life just to make mine easier?” Frowning, the demon watched the somewhat softened features of the woman before him, russet hair contrasting with the white of his sheets. Her hand strayed across his, barely putting its weight there, stilling his movements as he gazed on at her. “How can I be sure?”

Smiling softly for her to see, Jerrick mused audibly beside her. “I don’t think you can. I believe, though, that maybe he had been waiting for you to make the ending strike. His sanity was almost gone, and I think he knew you were the only one he could cling to, so, with the last remnants of his reason, he turned to you.” Her face didn’t change as he spoke, eyes directed to the roof instead of towards him. “Want to go up?” he asked quietly, suppressing a grin when she nodded. “Well, let’s go then.” She’d changed so much since the day they met, and he had a feeling that half of that change had been because of him. He was proud of that, needless to say.

She moved to the wardrobe before they left, pulling her clothes off as though it wouldn’t turn him on, and putting on fresh clothing as he tugged on his shirt. Before she could move to the door, he swiftly wrapped arms around her waist, lips moving to her ear. “I missed you, Shuey.” As he spoke, his lips brushed the sensitive ear, making her shiver visibly.

“……I know,” she murmured, hands brushing the ones around her before removing them. Turning, she pressed her own lips against his, melding their mouths in a warm, hungry kiss. Fingers threaded in his hair, tugging at the raven strands in the way only Shuey knew how. She moved away before he had time to hold her in his arms, disappearing through the doorway before he had a chance to properly react.

Good old Shuey.

Trailing behind her, he found his way up to the rooftop, the light breeze blowing the shoulder-length hair to the side, revealing what looked to be a pair of wings. Amused by the small tattoo, he bent to kiss it as she gazed off into the city. “Even now I’m learning new things about you every day,” he whispered, earning himself a rare chuckle. “So you’ve decided to embrace your heritage instead of hiding it?” he asked calmly, tracing the angel wing and then the demon wing printed on her neck. Her real wings twitched, begging for his attention as well, which he indulged them selfishly. A small moan came from the lithe woman as he sunk his teeth into that pale skin.

“Ah, I guess you could say that,” she muttered as his hand slipped beneath her dark grey sleeveless, caressing the taut stomach that his fingers touched. It had been so long, she felt like a bundle of nerves all over again. It was almost like her first time, she was so sensitive. He continued to grope her, pressing against her backside while his cock twitched to life. Her body ached for him to fill her, something she had found herself craving shortly after her departure. “…Jerrick….”

Just hearing his name fall from those perfect lips made him want to bend to her every need. Maybe that was his biggest hint that he loved her, maybe not. His hands found their way to the small zippers beneath her wings, pulling them downwards before running along the hem of her shirt. “Yes?” he queried, hands smoothing along her lithely muscled skin, reveling in the way her body moved as he touched her. He nibbled the ever-sensitive ear, running fingers of one hand into feathery white wings. Her gasp was enough to convince him that she was not going without being thoroughly re-welcomed.

“Hmm…Just fuck me,” she said, not even bothering to say it very quietly. Her eagerness seemed to fuel his own, her shirt disappearing onto the ground as he turned her around. Melding their mouths together sent small shocks of pleasure through him just like it always had before. He missed having her there with him. Groping that fine ass, he lifted the Halfling’s lithe frame up, smirking when she wrapped well-muscled legs around his waist. Pressing the russet-haired woman to the wall to give himself better leverage, his hands moved to unbutton the pair of shorts she’d decided to don downstairs. Once he pulled the awful clothing to her thighs, though, he realized he’d have to move her legs to take them off, and he really didn’t want to. “Just leave them on,” she muttered, using the wall behind her as support while she slipped one hand between her legs and unbuttoned his slacks. She wasted no time yanking the front of the articles down, revealing his hardened cock for her manipulative pleasure.

Mismatched eyes gazed at his member for a while, her soft tongue wetting pout lips before thin fingers wrapped around him, pumping him into a full erection. The look on Shuey’s face told the demon to fuck her now, so he happily obliged, allowing her to align himself to her entrance and thrusting in the moment that lovely hand moved away. Her head fell back slightly, and for a moment, he wondered if it hurt like her first time, but lust-filled eyes cracked open to reassure him. Her hips moved before his, nearly sending him into a thrusting frenzy as tight heat squeezed him as the muscles in her body worked.

“Fuck, Shuey,” he found himself mumbling, gripping lithe thighs and giving the woman exactly what she wanted. Moving at quick pace, he thrusted into that wet warmth, as her body quivered in pleasure. One hand easily snapped the front of her bra, moving the article to either side of her pale breasts. As his hand slipped down between her legs, stroking what was sure to be an extraordinarily sensitive clit, his mouth latched onto a pert nipple, her back arching into his touch as she let out a loud moan. It didn’t last nearly as long as he would have liked, but considering the time it had been since their last physical contact, he didn’t care. “Mmmm,” he groaned as she began to tense as she did before orgasm, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh and making those hips jerk to meet his, soft pants from above him pleading for the dark-haired man to finish it before she couldn’t stand it.

Normally, this meant it was the best time to slow down, enjoy the stronger sensations that came with near-orgasm, but he found that he really needed it now. It was like an addiction from which he’d been having withdrawals from before finally getting a fix.

The cock inside her pulsed, signaling that he was about to loose it, too. She was so close, her entire body throbbing with the need to drown itself in that final pleasure of sex. His thumb ran roughly against her, the blunt nail scraping against her sensitive spot and sending her spiraling into orgasm nearly the same moment she felt his heated cum spurt inside of her. “Nn-AH!” He continued to thrust, riding both of their pleasure out until it left the pair nearly gasping for air. He turned them back around, his back pressed up against the wall before pulling out and setting her down as her shorts fell to her ankles. With a heave of air, he slipped down the wall, sitting on the cool concrete before allowing Shuey room to perch onto his lap.

As she slid onto his legs, her wet pussy coming close to rubbing up against his flaccid-but-already-reawakening dick. Her arms wrapped around his neck, face burying itself into his throat just like she usually did after sex. Maybe that moment was the moment he realized just how much he cared for her. Hand running through damp auburn hair, he let his lips hover over her ear. “I love you, Shuey. Don’t ever leave me like that again. You promise?”

Lips pressed against his neck, followed by a laving tongue before she withdrew from her treat, different-colored eyes gazing into his steadily. “Do you trust me to keep it after the last promise I broke?” she asked seriously, making him smile.

“You didn’t break your last promise. You didn’t disappear. You told me where you were going, and you asked me to trust you, so I did.” A small twitch of lips signified that the statement made her feel better. “This promise means that you won’t ever leave me for long periods of time….even if I know what you plan to do,” he clarified at the slightly confused expression.

Surprisingly, she laughed quietly, pressing her lips softly to his before laying her head on his chest. “Idiot. I have plenty of time for you.”

A/N: Okay, I know this one was late, but I actually have a good reason for it. One of my closest female friends had twins! Two boys. That’s not it, I’m the grandparent, and you know what else?! Their names are Jerrick and Leon! She liked the names so much she named her kids that! How fucking cool is that?! I spent the last few days going to and from the hospital, so I didn’t have time top post it Sunday. Hey, though, here it is! I know it might seem a little…. Weird, but I don’t know… I find it suitable in some way. I’m sorry if no one likes it. ^.^u Well, to my review reply!

Snidne: Wow, where to start, where to start…… I love glasses! I also love people’s hair (don’t ask, it’s just another quirky little fetish of mine)…..And I kind of like really perverted people……..*shrug* Well, anyway, now that I’ve got that out of my system, let’s move on.

I’m glad you like a dominant Shuey. I think every girl should have a little of that in them. You’re right, it is sexy, that’s why I put in the story. ^.^ As far as getting turned on while writing goes, no, not really. I suppose it has something to do with the fact that I’m writing it, so therefore I’m too busy thinking ahead of what I’m typing to really get aroused by what’s there. I think ahead when I’m rereading, too, so maybe that’s why I miss so many errors I make myself. Another reason to love Gaia! *hearts*

Jerrick would probably laugh if he saw someone flirting with Shuey because she would have one of two reactions. A: She’d be too dense to realize they were hitting on her. B: She’d just stab them because they either won’t shut up or they touched her. I think that’s pretty much how it would go. ^.^

Well, keep up the great work in Angelic Evil Inc., even though the story is finished…. I think. I’m not sure, I might change it because I kind of don’t like it. O.o Me and my indecision….. Well, as usual, thanks for reading. *grin*


And for everyone else, too. THANKS.