Sean walked out of the recording room. he could hear the soft piano paying. It was a familiar sound to him, soft and sweet. He recognized the music after a few seconds, heading towards the attic stairs. He opened the door, looking over at anti who was almost drifting into sleep. He sits down next to the calm demon and smiled. "You know, my mom gave me that when I was a kid. She was always busy at work and she used to sing me the song that goes to that." Anti blinked a few times and looked up at Sean, Then looked back down at the angel. "I know, I watched over you for a while..." Anti said and gets up. He shuts the music box, handing it to Sean. "Sorry. You can have it back." Anti gets up, heading for the door. "Wait anti!" Sean called put, walking over to him. He grabs antis hand, placing the small music box in it. "This thing got me through some tough times, but you could use it more than me." Anti looked down at the wooden box and nods, he smiled and then changed his expression quickly. "I couldn't care less about this stupid thing." Sean pats his back and walked past. "Sure you can't."
When Sean and anti walk into the kitchen, looking around. Sean's face was horrified but anti was laughing. it looks like a war scene, black smudges all over the counter, food all over the place, blood on the floor. Wait. Blood?! Sean looked around a bit worried. "MARK! DARK!" Mark comes crashing through the wall, dark stepping through it. He grabbed mark by his shirt, Sean stepping in the way. "Hey! Don't touch him!" Dark rolled his eyes. "OK, I won't touch mark." He grabbed Sean by his shirt and throws him against the oven, Sean falling onto the floor. "OK, that wasn't what I meant either." Anti climbed onto a chair and then onto the kitchen table, swinging his legs off the side of it. "OK, why are you mad at mark?" Sean asked, standing up slowly so he didn't pass out. He feels his head, a bump already starting to form from where he smacked into the oven. Dark stands there, letting his anger boil until he stops, glaring at anti. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Anti hissed and gets in a defensive stance, dark getting ready to punch him, Sean jumped up, wrapping his arms tightly around dark. Anti crawled off of the table and his claws sharpen, Seans grasp broken. Dark walked over and grabbed anti by his shirt, slamming him into the wall. "You low life, good for no-" he sees the small shimmer in antis pocket and pulled out the small music box. "What the hell is this?" Anti growled in anger and shoved at dark. "GIVE IT BACK!" anti demanded and dark opened it the music slowly beginning to play. Antis heart sinks as he watched the small angel sit up and twirl. Dark watched antis eyes lock on the angel and drops him to the floor, shutting the box. He then throws it at antis feet. "Pathetic." He knew that anti longed for wings and a place back up in the sky. He kicked anti across the face, walking out of the room. If it wasn't for the stupid deal dark would've left.
Anti turned into a black smoke, wrapping around the music box, he goes into the vent and disappeared somewhere in the house. Sean crawled over to mark who was laying on the the tile. "This is going to be one hell of a living space." He dragged mark to the couch, plopping him onto it. He then stands up, cleaning the kitchen up. Anti sits up in the attic by himself with a knife, carving into the floor and walls.
Sean begins cook, placing a rack of ribs into the oven. He bends over to grab another pot, dark grabbing his ass, shoving him against the counter. "Hello Sean baby~" he said in a bit of a low growl. Sean rolled his eyes, chest pressed against the counter. "Dark, get off of me." Sean said a bit annoyed, dark letting go. "Listen I can show you a good time." Dark tried to pursue Sean in a different way. "Not interested, dating mark." Sean walked past dark towards the spice cabinet. "Technically you're dating me too. I'm part of mark." Sean nods. "Yes that may be true. But you're literally garbage." Dark shoved himself up against Sean. "That wasn't very nice of you, maybe you should have phrased that differently." Sean's eyes narrowed and he stands up straight. "No. You're garbage. Trash. Belong in a wheely bin. You threw mark through a wall, threw me against the oven and made anti feel lower than hell. And all you can think about is sex, all you care about is how you feel." Dark laughed and placed a claw against Sean's throat. "Careful who you stand up to kid. You're bound to get hurt." Seans eyes narrowed and Dark shoved his hand under Sean's shirt, covering his mouth with the other hand before dragging his claws down his side. The burning and sting immediately making Sean twitch and gasp. "This will be our little secret or else I will skin you." He turned into a back smoke, disappearing from the room.
Sean leaned his head against the back of the wall before regaining his thought process. He grabbed the knife from the kitchen block and the vegetables from the fridge, cutting them up to cook in butter. Mark wakes up to the sweet smell of ribs, sitting up slowly he tried to think about why he was on the couch. "Babe?" He called out and Sean perked up. "Yeah?" He heads over looking at the food. "I shit you not I had the weirdest dream about having dark versions of us, living with us." Sean smiled and dark smacked marks ass, heading to the fridge. "Not a dream." He said, grabbing a beer. "Unfortunately not a dream." Anti comes down the stairs as fast as possible, jumping over the banister and into the kitchen. "Give me the food!" Sean points to the door. "Not done yet." Anti growled and walked out, dark following him. Mark grabbed plates, setting the table.
After about an hour dinner is done and the table is set. Dark and anti rushing in as fast as possible, scratch in the walls and floor as they get in their spots, ripping apart the meat on the table with their claws and hands. Mark and Sean watch in both aw and horror. Anti and dark run from the table leaving the bones all over the place and vegetables on the floor. Sean throws his spatula down on the ground with a huff. "ILL BE RIGHT BACK!" He yelled, grabbing the car keys. He stormed out of the house, leaving mark with the demons.
When Sean comes back he's holding a spray bottle and a few other things. "I'm home!" He walked into the living room to see mark hanging by his foot from the ceiling, anti drawing a pentagram underneath him. He aimed the spray bottle and squirts. Antis skin sizzled, steam coming off. Anti hissed crawling away from Sean and the blood. "Oh, hi sweetie!" Mark said, Sean cutting him loose. "What the fuck was that?" Anti snapped and Sean holds it up. "Holy water."