Session
"Damned to Hell. You'll be in room number eight-hundred thousand-four hundred and fifty-six. Ah, that's the torture chamber." A snicker, and a whimper returned. Swinging the key of the room around his pinkie finger, a taunting smile stretched onto his lips.
Spitting onto the floor, the boy with blue eyes glared menacingly at the demon. The demon laughed, the boy's face of fury amusing to him.
"Honestly, who knew such an innocent-looking boy such as you would be damned to Hell?" the demon tucked his fingertips beneath the boy's sharp chin, his emerald eyes staring dead straight into the brilliant blue hues.
The boy snapped his head away from the gloved hand of the demon. "Piss off."
The demon grinned evilly, white teeth glinting. "Maybe I'll just have to leave my post to have some fun torturing you~" he winked and yanked the boy's head up roughly by his sweaty honey blonde hair.
"..."
"Enough!"
Both the honey blonde and demon's heads whipped up to see a man in a white tunic, a golden light blinding the demon.
His grin vanished in a flash, and he stood straight. "...what do you want?" he asked, his voice low.
"The Lord wants the boy,"
The demon froze. His hands balled into fists. "...what?" he hissed, as the Angel gently collected the honey blonde into his arms.
"He's an innocent. He's becoming an Angel." The blonde angel stated simply, his blue eyes dangerously dark. "Make any move, I dare you."
"You're in Hell, mate," the demon narrowed his emerald eyes, his gaze dark as it landed upon the blonde boy. "I can do what I want. And I already damned him. He's now a part of Hell."
"Nein." The angel thrusted an arm out, a scroll tied tightly in a golden ribbon landed in the demon's gloved hands.
The demon's blood boiled as the angel turned and left with the boy, leaving the demon alone.
All alone. What was that boy's name again? Ah, yes. Alfred F. Jones.