Welcome to Hell:

Trapped with the Demons

Hi there! Due to some requests I decided to continue this story a bit further so...here is the second chapter! If you could show support of any kind here or on that would be greatly appreciated :) I plan on writing at least one more chapter if this chapter goes over well owo; I know it's shorter then the previous, sorry about that! I hope you all still enjoy! Thank you V/w/V

If you believe Death would be the ultimate ending...your final escape,

"You hearin' me, Sowachowski?" Mephistopheles asks, waving a hand in front of Sock's dazed expression. Sock blinked a few times before shyly reaching up to scratch the back of his head in embarrassment. This had been the third time this visit Meph had caught him daydreaming again. 'Sorry sir' Sock mumbles with his always bright, goofy smile. Mephistopheles wears a suspicious look, before giving a drawn out sigh, hands cradling his temples as he rests his elbows on his desk. Sock had been out of sorts lately...again. "Like I said, Sock, you're being assigned your next victim." Sock stairs back with the smile still plastered onto his face. "Good work on your last job, that was your best yet!" Meph's expression is back to his normal confident beem as he reaches over to pat Sock on the back.

You'd be completely wrong.

"Thank you, sir." Sock smiles outwardly but on the inside his feelings are conflicted. 'Yeah...It's almost too easy now.' He thinks to himself. Mephistopheles spins in his office chair, allowing him to pick through the filing cabinet that towered over them. He goes on about Sock's next human he will be haunting but...Sock can't bring himself to listen. Sock's most recent victim was a crazed old man, who couldn't even remember what his own grand kid's name was. His family through him into a loony bin years ago...and wrongfully so. The thing that finally did drive the poor guy insane, was being there alone so long...well, that and Sock. Sock didn't blame the guy for offing himself. The man was completely alone…

Sock knew that feeling all too well.

"So, here's the file on the new kid, Sock. It should be a piece of cake for you, yeah?" Mephistopheles says with a grin, flopping a file onto the desk in front of Sock. Sock jumps slightly, once again brought back from his thoughts. Not that he'd mind the interruption. The only thing worse than the hell they were in...is the torment going on within Sock's very soul. His lips twitch upwards into a smirk as he opens the file, revealing a photo of a young, beautiful girl. 'What soul?' He asks himself. A demon like him, a monster, can't think about such luxuries. He was dead, his soul lost long ago...back when he lost…

Jonathan

"Sock? You alright kid?" Mephistopheles asks him, a perplexed look on his features, brows furrowed at Sock. Sock's eyes widen for just a moment in realization...he'd thought of him again. Sock's vision begins to blur slightly before he wipes furiously at his eyes, giving Meph another smile and a reassuring nod. 'It's over now...nothing to cry about, Sock.' He thinks to himself as he gives a forced laugh. He tells Meph simply that he's been working a lot and is...tired. Meph is quiet for a moment, giving a hum of thought as the gears of his mind spun round. "Why don't you take the rest of the day off, huh kiddo? Hell, take the rest of this week off...almost the weekend anyway. You can start little miss Samantha's case on Monday. Go clear your head kid...I need you on top of things."

Her name is...Samantha.

Sock nods, sluggishly lifting himself up off the chair wearing a lazy smile as he thanks Mephistopheles for the much needed break. He wavers for a moment, looking down at the open file. 'Samantha...' He thinks to himself as he glances away from the young girl's bright smiling face. "Mephistopheles?" Sock asks as he glances to the floor. Meph gives a uninterested, "Hmm?" as his response, eyes off of Sock as he digs through some more cabinets. He had other things to deal with but...he always made time for Sock. "I'll take the file with me. To uh, you know, get ready for Monday." Sock says, gingerly grasping onto the file, glancing to Meph for approval.

Would she really take her own life?

Meph gives a brief nod to Sock, showing his approval and making a comment of 'Not working too hard.' Sock gives a short, quiet laugh. "Of course not, boss...thanks." He murmurs as he turns on his heel, taking slow steps to the door. Sock nervously fiddles with the file, bending the papers in his hands. He is frozen at the door...wishing to do one more thing before leaving. He glances over his shoulder, wondering if he should ignore his curiosity. "Uh...Mephistopheles? I uh...was wondering…" Sock trails off, head lowering as his green eyes glue themselves to his clunky brown boots. "How old is she?"

She's just a child...

Mephistopheles is silent for what seems to be an eternity. Sock's hand trembles slightly, his other hand gripping around it now tightly, trying to get himself to stop. Why was a demon so worked up over a little girl. A human. You'd think he'd be over this by now. Sock hears a sigh from behind him. "Just-" Mephistopheles begins before stopping himself. "...Just, take it easy, Sock." Meph says quietly, Sock biting onto his bottom lip as he reaches up to the handle of the office. 'You can't even answer me...are you ashamed?' Sock wonders to himself. With one last glance over his shoulder, seeing a somber look on Meph's face, Sock bolts out the door with little Samantha's file in hand. Meph watches him go, letting out a breath when he's gone and uneasily shifting the files cluttering his desk around. 'Yeah...she's just a kid.'

An innocent Angel shall be trapped with the Demons.

Sock stumbles as he finally finds a private corner, taking in deep breaths and mentally scolding himself. He was alone finally, no one often foolish enough to wander blindly through the pits of hell. Ashes fall from the sky, fire and brimstone abundant but...no other demons or damned souls here. For now, at least. Sock let's himself fall into a heap on the ground, drowning himself in anger and self pity. 'Why is this so hard now...' He thinks to himself as he clutches the folder to his chest. He thinks back to before, his life as a human. He would never regret killing before. Even his own parents death's did not affect him like this.

He was a monster.

Sock had even been excited for his first job...the thought of killing had excited him, even if he were not the one holding the knife. Life was still in his hands...Jonathan was still in his hands. "Jonathan…" Sock mouthed to himself. After Jonathan died, Sock waited and waited for any sign of him. If Jonathan was really an Angel, could he come find Sock? Would he even bother? Sock took as many jobs as he could, earthbound, waiting...just waiting for Jonathan to come to him. The fire of hope in his heart never died. But...Jonathan never came.

Sock waits, all alone...

"I never got the chance…" Sock muttered to no one, laying on his side surrounded by ash and fire. He let's the child's file slide off his chest as he moves to hold his knees up against his shaking body, confined and...protected. Comforting. No one had tried to lay a hand on him, not since Jonathan...would this be it? This sorrow so great he would remain in a state of tears...barely able to function? "I never got the chance to say it to you...Jonathan…" Sock's lips move but the sounds barely comes out. Tears leak down his soot covered face, dripping off of his chin, and disappearing into thin air as they hit the ground.

He'll never know how much I love him.

The picture of little Samantha catches Sock's glazed eyes, sniffling as he reaches over and gently lifts it high enough for him to examine. Long dirty blonde hair...a stunning smile that could run the sun out of business...his blue eyes. 'Yeah...Jonathan's beautiful blue eyes...' Sock smiles to himself, thinking about Jonathan's deep, entrancing eyes. His rare smile, that brought Sock the most joy he's ever felt. "So why…?" Sock's voice is caught in his throat. He shakes his head, eyes still locked onto the photo. "Why do you have to die?" Sock asks the picture of the young girl, his vocal cords letting out a faint whimper as he squeezes his eyes closed. Why did he have to die?

Why did he have to leave Sock behind?

Sock slams his fist into the ground, breaking the thin layer of crumbling stone and soot; knuckles instead meeting with hot coals. He slammed his fist into the heat again, and again. Nothing could compare to the pain in his chest. Nothing could compare to the pain Jonathan felt when he died. "God damn it!" Sock screams, punching into the indentation he made over and over again. Body shaking and a heartbeat pounding in his ear. 'For a Demon without a soul...I feel so much pain.' He thinks to himself, a laugh escaping his lips and a pained smile coming forth. "Is this what I deserve?" He asks, flipping over and away from the burning coals; laying on his back. He stares up into the darkness, an endless black pit above him. "I believed in you...in us…" He chokes out, hands pulling at his hair and rubbing at his eyes. Sock was breaking down...but even so, the thought of seeing Jonathan again flickered into his mind.

I'll never stop waiting for you...I'll wait.

Sock's features grow into a dark smirk. "Yeah...Jonathan will come to me. I know he will." Sock says as he forces himself off the ground, the photo of the girl still in his hand. What's her name? How old is she? None of that matters to a Demon. She'll be his. Sock's feet drag against the soot covered ground as he makes his way through the burning pits of hell, hands still trembling. Nothing mattered to Sock...nothing except being with Jonathan again. "We'll finally be together…" He says to himself as he heads to the swirling red portals leading in different directions. One of those portals would take him to earth. Even at this girl's expense...even if he had to haunt thousands of people...Sock would never stop. For Sock would be earthbound until his angel came to him. He'd never stop waiting...

Even beyond the end of time...i'd wait for you. Forever...