The Devil Who Cared

By Leska Beikircher

Deep inside the earth lies a special place called Hell. The devils who work there have no corporeal existence, few memories, and count the passing time in aeons.

It's three days before the New Year, a new millennium even, when Number Three gets stuck with the assignment to conquer the soul of a fallen angel, an angel dismissed from Heavenly services who now lives as a mortal among humans.

Number Three, in a brand-new male body, is surprised to find the fallen angel is no other than his old nemesis, Number Sixteen. To make matters even more fantastic, the angel asks for Three's help in rescuing his ice cream parlour.

But while doing so, Number Three encounters strange new sensations, among them a genuine desire to actually help Angel and find out why he fell from Heaven. Angel is a very distracting assignment, and Three's emotions as well as his human body respond to the closeness between them. When it's time to wrap up his task, will Three be able to return to Hell and put Angel behind him?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Dec 27, 2015
• ISBN: 9781611528572

Leska Beikircher

Leska Beikircher is a German-Italian Waldorf classroom teacher and freelance writer. She has been living in different countries and was fortunate enough to have met with many cultures in her life—more is yet to come! Leska is mainly writing stage plays for kids and teens.

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The Devil Who Cared

By Leska Beikircher

Published by JMS Books LLC

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Copyright 2015 Leska Beikircher

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The Devil Who Cared

By Leska Beikircher

The assignment was to bring down an angel; or, to be more accurate, an ex-angel. Although not common, it happened on occasion that an angel fell from Grace and was condemned to live out a mortal life as a human being. Easy prey, the Devil called them. Ex-angels were bitter and resentful, and prone to fall for deceit and the whole soul-selling business. They made good trophies. Their main function was to boost the Devil’s ego in her constant fight against Heaven.

So it was a modest assignment and one Number Three took with reluctance. He suspected his immediate boss, Number Two, was trying to stick him with unimportant tasks to prevent him from getting more credit and moving up the hierarchical ladder. Morale, companionship, and team-spirit were all spelled lower case here, if at all.

Number Two was an ill-tempered, sycophantic jerk, and that was Three’s professional opinion, and due to some bureaucratic error, Two lisped. It unnerved Three to listen to him, but Number Two was his superior and he had to endure his ethereal presence at least until one of them got promoted. Which should happen soon enough. Number Two was only in this position because he was a favourite and a suck-up. Three couldn’t wait until he was powerful enough to make Two’s existence a living hell, so to speak.

He now looked him square into the flaming eyes and repeated, An ex-angel? Aw, come on Twooy, you’ve got to be kidding me—this is a beginner’s job.

Ey, Number Two snarled, I don’t make the thupid athingmenth, I juth hand ‘em out. You wanna complain? Go thee the Cap. Oh, I juth remembered—you can’t, can you? Not fucking high enough in the fucking hierarchy, eh?! This last remark he brought forth with a phoney smile and an overly sweet tenor. Degrading as it was, Three couldn’t take any offence from that. Listening to Number Two speak was cheering him up too much. And he knew for a fact that it bothered his superior that he wasn’t able to speak flawlessly even after a good ten thousand or so years among the undead and not-so-holy.

Three gave in with a put-on sigh.

"Whatever, I’m dying for some R and R anyway. I’ll be looking forward to getting back up there and