Divine Terror: Divine Error, #2

By Aisha Urooj

Damon and Saynt are back on Earth again, this time for another tough assignment. They are calling the human a 'divine terror'. Who is the new human, terrorizing angels and demons alike?

 

Now that Damon and Saynt are working for different and opposite realms, can they still work together? Or will their new roles cause strife in their friendship?

 

This is the second book in the Divine Error series (a dark comedy; urban fantasy comedy). Expect more fun, loveable, quirky characters, a handsome adversary, and the return of Mr. Whiskers!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aisha Urooj
• Release date: Mar 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201420635

Aisha Urooj

Aisha Urooj is a multi-genre writer who writes captivating coming of age fiction, and fantasy. Check out her writing journey at aishauroojbooks.wordpress.com

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Prologue

Iam Damon, former Heavenly Angel, now working in Hell.

In case you are wondering, no, I didn’t lose a bet or anything like that. The reason I am here is that I didn’t quite fit in Heaven, my former place of work. Mine was a work transfer; unprecedented in the history of eternity.

Never was it done before... not willingly, at least. So, how did I end up from Heaven to Hell?

If you just joined my story, it all started when I got redeployed to Earth as a representative for a Heavenly mission. The redeployment was a punishment, or perhaps more likely, a diversion used by my Heavenly Manager, so that I didn’t bother him when I got bored.... which was often.

Perfection breeds inertia and boredom. I felt out of place each day among the other, more perfect angels. Perhaps the redeployment wasn’t a bad idea?

Heaven sent me to Earth with Saynt, a demonic coworker, to help guide Joe Smith, the hapless human. Saynt was a nervous demon coworker that needed even more help than Joe, which was pretty bad considering our unfortunate human was having an existential crisis.

More worryingly, for our managers at least, the human’s moral compass was stuck in neutral. They sent us to tip Joe Smith’s neutrality to favor one side or the other.

Somehow we had to fix him; and this Divine Error.

So, were we successful in our mission?

Maybe. It depends on how you look at it.

Individually, both Saynt and I failed miserably in our earthly task. Saynt couldn’t damn Joe’s soul to hell, nor could I salvage it for Heaven.

Together, however, we were the most successful Angel-Demon duo in Heaven-Hell history. Much to the shock of our managers.

Joe’s life turned around for the better. In fact, we were too good an influence on him... and that caused another problem. Thanks to our meddling.. er.. guidance, Joe reached a state of Nirvana and could soon be able to ascend (or descend) to Heaven or Hell. Before that could happen, however, our managers quickly took us off the mission.

Joe’s dull life finally changed, but ours did too. Seeing this opportunity as a Godsend (sorry about the pun), Saynt and I negotiated and won our current work contract... which brings me back to Hell.

Saynt, the demon, now works for Heaven. I now work in the highest realm of Hell.

It wasn’t what we thought we wanted at the start of our missions... but oddly enough; it was what we ended up choosing.

Now that you know about what happened, let us move on to today.

Chapter One: Life in Hell

It has been fifteen short years since I last saw Joe Smith, or Mr. Whiskers, his terrible cat. Mr. Whiskers must be an ancient cat now, if he hasn’t already departed to Heaven. I am sure Saynt, newly anointed patron Angel for cats, would be happy to see him.

At least someone would be happy to see that spoiled, smug-faced feline. I don’t miss his judgy looks and hateful hisses at all.

I have been doing well in my new place of work. ‘Work’ in Hell, I found, was a loose and broad term which encapsulated very much of it, or mostly, very little.

Sure, there was busy work, idle work, procrastination-that looked like work. Meetings to prepare for the actual meeting. Mountains of work piled on the subordinates by the superiors, and a coffee break to celebrate an order well-given and authority maintained.

That is what the workflow is like in Hell.

Or any office on earth, really.

They gave me an assistant, a demon, with an unfortunate name of Wheezy. Like every morning, I asked him what was our plan for the day.

So, what do we have scheduled, Wheezy?

Yes, Mr. Demon. Wheezy replied with an eagerness that was endearing. We have the 3:13 meeting postponed to 6:56, though there is a petition started for it to be scheduled at 6:66. The 4:20 meeting has possibly been rescheduled to never, or maybe tomorrow. The 11:11 meeting has been...

Wait.. wait... Wheezy, I told you not to call me Mr. Demon, I say. It is Damon.

But it says Mr. Demon in your file, Mr. Demon. Wheezy replies. You requested a name change?

It is true. I requested my name to be changed to Demon, thinking that it was an original idea. I say, ruefully. I changed my mind when I saw that every third being here was also someone named Demon.

Oh, I see... yes, yes, I can see a name change request to the name change request issued 14.9 years ago, still processing. Wheezy said, scratching his nose. "I will