Alciel rushed around his apartment, doing some last minute cleaning and organizing where needed. He sighed, 6:00 P.M, his guest was ten minutes late. He'd probably been stood up, he realized but kept getting ready anyway. The timer on the lasagna dinged and he rushed to extract it from the oven, carefully carrying it out the kitchen to the perfectly set table.
He sat at the table and waited…...and waited….and 1 hour. Trick or treaters frequently dropped by and at one point he decided to just go trick or treating, thankfully he had a very large collection of costumes. When he returned he he ate the food and stored leftovers in the fridge. Alciel looked at the clock. 11:45. his birthday was almost over.
Bullet by Hollywood Undead rang out, breaking the deafening silence that was his constant companion. He answered already knowing it was his only true friend, Grace. He opened his mouth to greet his friend but was interrupted.
"I hate you", the words and tone cut deep, Alciel knowing Grace meant it. He stayed silent. "I hate you", the voice repeated, "don't text me, don't call me, don't email me. Don't even think about being in the same room as me." The knife in his heart twisted though outwardly the only hint the words might be affecting him was a well of unshed tears. It looked like he would be alone once hung up and changed into him sunflower and iron cross pajamas. He needed an anime marathon and comfort food.
Alciel curled up in front of his television which occupied the only wall space not taken up by the numerous bookshelves. He was wrapped in a blood red afghan with his special emergency ice cream sundae. It contained at least ten scoops of chocolate ice cream topped by a mountain of whipped cream decorated with sprinkles ,crushed oreos, m&ms, hot fudge, caramel, sugar, and blueberries, a bottle of really awesome beer sat in the cup holder of his worn lay-z-boy recliner. He fell asleep that night with a single tear trickling down his face and a wish that he wouldn't be alone.
The next day Alciel woke up to a knock, effectively pissing him off. Several thoughts of chopping their heads off, dismembering their body and feeding it to demons after setting them aflame ran through his head as he took his dishes and went to answer the door. Needless to say, he was too tired for this shit.
Upon opening the door, he was met with a delivery man and two big ass crates. "Who the fuck are fucking you and what the fuck do you fucking want?" The delivery man just walked away calmly, leaving a half asleep red-head to bring the two, rather heavy boxes inside.