I sat in my cell, playing with a tousled section of my long raven black hair, watching a dove that was staring me dead in the eyes from outsides my bar window. My dark blue eyes glistened as did the doves. I hate doves. I'm more of a crow girl. Up here in heaven all you ever see is fucking doves. Why not a crow or an eagle? Nope. Just as well I'm leaving this stupid cell soon.
I saw the dove flutter its wings and fly away suddenly, crushing my dreams of throwing a stone at it. I heard a bang on my cell door which made me jump, causing me to extend my dark grey, black-tipped feathered wings to their full height. My warden had placed a tray of food onto the ground before giving me the once-over and walking away, locking the gate on his way out.
I crawled over to the food on the floor and kneeled in front of the tray with a loud sigh. "You call this food? More like mush" I exclaimed, pushing the tray away from me, causing it to hit the old pebble wall and food splashing everywhere. "You gotta' eat, Faith, or you'll get skinny" I heard a deep voice call from my bar window. "Duce!" I cheered, hearing my best friends' voice and running to the window. There he was, my long-time best friend, Duce. His short dark brown hair was messily pushed off his face and his blue eyes welcomed the sight of me.
"Hey there, rebel!" he teased, winking at me, making the chain which held the ace of spades playing card on his neck jingle. I saw his light grey wings flutter behind him, as if he was stretching before he passed me a handful of strawberries through the bars. "Strawberries!" I cheered. I loved strawberries. They were my favourite fruit in the whole living world, heaven, hell and purgatory! I quickly ate the strawberries, chucking the stems out of the window to dispose of the evidence of actual food in the building. "So how're your wings doing?" he asked me, nodding towards my back. "Fucking stupid wings…" I growled, glaring at my body part behind me.
The thing I hate the most, is my wings. All angels' wings were light grey, angels with a position of power having white, but mine where dark grey and the end of most of the feathers looked like they'd been dipped in black ink. That's because I'm not supposed to be here, in heaven.
I did die, though. I died on the cold night of Christmas Eve, covered in snow and blood. A memory I don't want to rethink. So, my spirit, soul, and body where sent to purgatory where my fate was decided. It was decided I go to hell, as I was quite the badass in the living world. All in hell also have wings, but every single feather was black, no matter what ranking in society you were. When entering hell you automatically get the black wings, as you do with heaven.
One day I escaped from the hell that was hell, and travelled far away, in fear of being caught. I can't go back there, and I never will. It was so horrible in hell that I feel like screaming in pain just by thinking of it. So, I got so far away, I found myself into another dimension, heaven. I found the gates to heaven open, and unguarded. I stepped only a foot inside before the feathers on my wings shed and became grey, leaving two black feathers behind, patterned near the bottom of my wings. So, I made a life in heaven. Then I met Duce.
I met him when I decided to take a bottle of cider from the confiscation office, illegally. The confiscation office is where everything brought into heaven illegally gets taken and hidden away from sight, away from rebellious angels. I had a trial job as a secretary for the Angels Police Department, after I'd decided I was going to get caught stealing food someday and wanted a proper job, and was sent to find some man named Stark who was located in the confiscation office. And, naturally, I saw the cider and hid it under my top. I tried to take it, but when ambushed with a crowd of busy businessangels I accidently dropped it, causing stares and harsh whispers. Any alcohol was illegal in heaven, so I looked like a smuggler from the position I was put in. I stood there awkwardly; until I saw a straw bag thrown over my head and felt like I was being carried away. When the bag was finally removed from my head I saw him, Duce. I remember how he'd told me to be more careful when stealing next time, with a joking tone. Turns out he was a rebellious angel, too. But he'd arrived at heaven good, and later decided it was too boring and started stealing. I got caught stealing eventually, though. So it was all for nothing.
He'd been in and out of prison, but he was never threatened with hell. Not like me. I belong in hell, so here I am. Sitting in a cell, waiting for the next day to be transported back to hell, petrified. My wings have been getting darker and darker as days pass, and the black feathers are multiplying by the hour, revealing my hellish dark wings. "So, any plans?" Duce asked me, smiling deviously. I knew what he meant, just by looking at his smirking face. "You know I don't like to stay in the same place for too long" I replied, chuckling. "Midnight" I added, before I heard the wardens' footsteps echo down the hall. Duce nodded at me, smiling, before flying away quickly, just as the warden turned to look into my cell. "Stop looking at my ass, fatty" I snapped, not even turning to the warden. I heard him spit on the ground in my cell before his footsteps echoed again, and he was gone. I laughed silently to myself, before sitting back on the floor and propping the side of my head up on my right palm, smirking. Breaking out of heaven was going to be easy shit. Easy shit.