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It was late in the day when Rissy awoke only to find that she was late for work. She called and said that she had overslept and hurried to her office. She found it hard to concentrate. Her mind was full of thoughts about the past week. Her friends came bursting into her office with a paper showing she and Johann being escorted out of the hotel with a caption “The Devil and His Witch Destroy Hotel Room In Strange Sex Acts”. Rissy felt sick and was about to run out crying. Her boss stopped her and led her to the conference room that was surrounded by glass where everyone could see and of course everyone was watching. He told her that she was fired for improper behavior. This only made matters worse. He then rubbed her rear end and told her that she could keep her job if she performed certain favors. She looked at him and saw everyone in the office looking to see what was going on and she became infuriated. “You want to see the Devil’s witch? I’ll show her to you.” She raised off the ground as wind shattered the windows and ripped through the office. Loose papers flew as wildly as her hair. Her eyes were shining so bright that no one could dare look at them. “You say my behavior is improper Mr. Wilson and yet you have fucked all but maybe three women in this office with me one of the ones who kept you at bay. Jealous are you that another man may have had me as his lover?” Wilson moved closer and rose as well. “So my dear you care to do battle?” Wilson’s family and Rissy’s family had always been at odds because the former’s family had used their magic only for their own gains and never to help anyone.

Suddenly the room was filled with golden light as a loud voice proclaimed. “You move an half of an inch closer and you will perish so quickly that no one will believe it.” Green light was next to the hazel as the figure moved closer. “Yeah right buddy, this little vixen has pushed her limits.” Wilson stupidly replied. There was a loud laugh. Rissy looked to her right as she felt a familiar grip on her hand. She smiled. Her friends were staring in amazement and went into Rissy’s office to get out of the way but had the door open enough to watch. The other employees were either under the desks in their cubicles or looking from the windows in their offices. A gold wing wrapped around her and pulled her to this creature that had come to her rescue. Not that she needed rescuing but it was nice to have him by her side once more. She was amazed at his speed and tone of voice. He was angry and this poor little vengeful witch was about to meet his maker. She knew if Wilson sneezed that he would just cease to be.

Wilson looked at the being beside Rissy and then back at Rissy. “Let me introduce you two” Rissy said politely. “Mr. Wilson this is none other than the devil you read about” she smiled as she spoke Johann’s name. “Graf Johann Todesengel von Gottes

Gnaden, and if you need a little help with the translation, Count Johann Angel of Death Blessed By God. So perhaps it’s best if you return to your little cave until it is safe for you to return, for this girl knows one thing and that is that he will show you no mercy for attacking the one he loves and calls his; may it be Graf’s virgin, his love, his red haired witch or several other names. I am powerless to stop an angel much less one that is in love and has come to her side. I can tell by his thoughts that he will deliver you to what he says is Hel’s domain and not Valhalla. And yes Johann my great benefactor, I do remember preferring to be called Graf’s virgin. It has a nice ring to it, but unfortunately that reputation has been tarnished, though the two of us know better.” He kept staring at Wilson but responded. “Has he tarnished your reputation?” Rissy was more nervous now. She knew that Johann would kill any whom he may perceive saying such with such slow and painful torture that the person’s soul would be obliterated and she had barely saved the last person but she felt more contempt for Wilson than she did her attacker. Wilson had always squeezed himself by when she was at the copier and he often patted her fanny. She looked at Wilson and played with the thought of saying yes especially remembering the time he had come up behind her in the employee’s lounge while she was getting coffee and grinding into her. She felt Johann’s hand clench and knew he had caught that thought. “No Johann don’t, please Johann don’t” But Johann already had Wilson in his grip and the look in Johann’s eyes was pure anger and Wilson’s pure terror. She brushed soft velvet against Johann’s jaw line. “It’s not worth it my love. You’ll only get shit on your hands.” She looked at Wilson. “I’ve spared your life. Now I suggest you go before even I cannot distract him. As for the job, I think I have a new one being offered soon.” Wilson retreated to his office and people began coming out from under their desks. Johann and Rissy twirled in the air kissing and then began chanting. The office appeared as though nothing had happened. Once finished they were on the ground and no one except for poor Wilson retained the memory of anything happening.

Rissy looked at Johann and said. “OK I get it; you really are an angel, my angel.” She said it as a term of endearment. She had only seen that he had some powers and thought that maybe he was also a witch.

Rissy introduced him again to her friends. Johann greeted them by bowing to each in turn and kissing their hands. Rissy smiled at him. She looked around her office to see what she needed to take but her friends told her that they would send her anything that they didn’t keep. As she left she leaned over to Lois “Thank you.” Lois nodded and smiled.

“How did you know what was going on in there?”

“I was bringing you this, and I happened to hear.” he said as he handed her the painting.

“Johann it’s lovely, but when did you have the time?”

“As soon as I noticed that you read the inscription in the book and remembered, then left to go settle down. It only took eighteen hours.”

“Only eighteen huh? Well a girl doesn’t have a place to put it now at work so she guesses she’ll find a place at home.” She took his hand in hers as they walked. They walked through the streets and talked for the rest of the day.