“Paris, a lot of people think of it as the world’s capital of art, but I think it’s the capital of sin. The rich come and go after spending a few million, always leaving behind their mess. One day I came across the story of a young hardworking woman who saved money for an entire year to go to a famous nightclub on her birthday. Unfortunately, she committed the crime of catching the attention of a rich young master and rejecting him. She was abused and left without taking a single photo. All of her dreams were crushed because of the whims of some spoiled rich kid. The world is unfair but I’ll deliver retribution as I see fit”. The angel of revenge, Paris Gazette.
Paris, 2015.
The angel dodged another grabby man as she moved through the seemingly unending dance floor. A famous DJ was playing live, so the sound was even higher than usual. She could have used a sound-warding spell to ease the discomfort in her eardrums but saving power took precedence. Taking the bar hall was also an option but she would have to deal with even more advances. At least here, in the middle of the frenzy, she would be able to deliver a few punches and get away with it.
After escaping from two other men and a woman, she finally exited the dancing area. Today, she was particularly attractive and hot, too hot. But she couldn’t help it, this was all necessary to catch her target. The angel of this night was blond, petite, and curvy, just like his ‘type’, and she was wearing a tight blue dress that left little to nothing for the imagination. It was too much for her liking, but this was the angel of this night.
Walking by the VIP rooms, she pretended to be looking for someone, staggering from one side of the wall to the other. Everyone who looked for more than a second would know that she was drunk.
“Hello, sweetie, can I help you to a drink?” A youthful and lustful voice asked out of nowhere before holding her arm.
He is finally here, the angel secretly smiled.
“No! I want to go to the toilet!” She said angrily while trying to escape from his clutches. The resistance would only entice the sickly bastard further.
“I’ll help you find the toilet, blondie.” He replied mockingly and didn’t release her arm.
The medium-statured rich boy ignored her complaints and started dragging her toward the nearest toilet. He held her arm tightly and close, like a concerned boyfriend helping her to the washroom. His bodyguards pretended to try to stop him, but he refused directly. It was all an act; they were used to his pervy actions.
“Don’t let anyone come in.” He ordered before pushing the girl inside.
There was a guy washing his hands but he left hurriedly after seeing the rich young master. It seems that he is used to doing whatever he pleases.
Dropping all pretenses, the black-haired boy pushed her against the wall and started to rip off her clothes. However, instead of screaming, he heard a scornful laugh. Confused, he looked up at the girl’s face.
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“The angel has come for you!” The girl said with an eerie voice that seemed to penetrate the deepest part of one’s soul.
The unremarkable young man stepped back; his eyes widened as he recognized the words. He wanted to scream but before he could, the girl leaned closer and whispered something in his ear. Then, he fainted.
“They act so tough and mighty but always end up with the same scared face.” She mocked.
The angel took a ruby out of only God-knows-where and used it to change the glamour that hid her appearance. She was now a tall brunet woman, wearing a grey furry coat with a delicate black dress underneath.
She knelt down and whispered something in the sleeping boy’s ear. Magically, he was brought out of a state of unconsciousness to a state of heavy dizziness and confusion. She helped the wobbling man up and pushed him towards the entrance. However, before opening the door, the angel pressed him against the wall and covered him with her coat. Then, she opened the door while casting a small charming spell.
“Excuse me, there’s a young man bleeding in the toilet.” She said with some urgency.
Strangely, the bodyguards didn’t think anything was amiss; they ran inside without sparing a second glance at the figure covered in a gray furry coat leaning on the wall. Without waiting for a conclusion, the angel pulled the boy out of the toilet and sealed the door with another spell. That would give her a few minutes.
After putting on her coat, they walked calmly towards the exit of the nightclub. This time, she was the one dragging and holding him tight. She was so elegant and confident that nobody would dare to stop them; they looked just like any other wealthy couple. When they got to the front office, she just handed their consumer’s card and the young master’s bank card to the cashier. Nothing seemed out of place, so they were released quickly and left to take a cab at the front door.
A couple of minutes later, two sweating bodyguards ran out of the nightclub trying to locate their missing master, but he was long gone.
***
The mood inside the glass walls office was gloomy despite it being bathed by majestic morning sunlight. A dozen security personnel surrounded a rich-looking old man while talking over their phones, either asking something politely or cursing the person on the other side. However, none of them had any good news for the old man.
“Are you sure that this is the angel?” He asked carefully.
“There’s a high probability, Master. It fits her modus operandi.” The security leader answered professionally.
“Why would she take my boy? He didn’t do anything…” The old man said desperately.
The security personnel could only pretend not to hear it. Everyone knew what the young master was doing in those nightclubs. He was the perfect ‘victim’ for the angel.
Suddenly, another security man entered the office and said:
“It’s the young master! He is on a video. Look at the link I forwarded…” The man practically vomited the words.
Soon, the video was playing on the office's big screen. On it, a crying young man confessed to the crimes he committed in the nightclub. He talked about the girl who was celebrating her birthday and many others. The confession wouldn’t hold any legal value but that wasn’t its intent. The video was widely shared on social media, and even if they took it down, the damage had already been made.
The old man stared at the screen silently; nobody dared to say anything. Outside the office, there was already a team taking the video down and tracking its origin, what was there to say?
Then, several phones started ringing in the office.
“Master, they found him! He’s at the hospital…” Someone explained.
“Hospital? What happened? Did she hurt him?” The old man already knew the answer but asked anyway.
“Master, the young master walked into the hospital alone. He’s… He… She cut off his…”
***
“Chief editor, the angel sent us another note…” A young reporter said.
His superior read the note two times before the office phone started ringing.
“Bon Jour, Chief Jamie.” The sweet voice said.
“Angel, is it you?” He replied.
“Have you read the note? I’m uploading the video of his confession right now.” She answered indifferently.
“What’s his name?” Jamie asked.
“His name? He doesn’t deserve a name.”