Chapter Eight

Miracles are Expensive

HDM: yes...this is getting to be a sad tragedy, no? hehehe You better go back to chapter five if you want nice happy chapters now because it'll be worse:Sees readers going away: NOOO! O.O;;;;

You know I'm listening to Rocky Horror's Soundtrack while writing this XD

Do you guys want another chapter like 5? Tell me, I'll do it if you want it :P

Todd's POV

I never thought I would be the one that drove someone away...

He just ran, he ran right out that door. I don't see him look back. I run after him, maybe to calm him down. I just want to tell him it's not his fault and I'm sorry. Deities above, why did I say that to him? Where would he go? He could actually be anywhere. Where will I go? My house is not the best welcoming committee. There it lays, the house of heaven. I step towards the monstrosity. You could smell the rotting flesh as it helped blossom the yard. Signs of warnings scatter across the lot. Windows boarded up so only the person inside can see. No, I see red staring at me...

I stood at the door, hesitant to knock. I know of the doorbell so I declined using it. I knock two times, hoping he's there and again hoping he's out. I hear shuffling in the house. I look to see the knob turn and creak. Flung the door and out comes the dark and lunatic man I've feared my entire childhood. "IF YOU SELL ME COOKIES ONE MORE TIMEOh, hello Squee!" Johnny screamed. I took a step back, not knowing if I made the right decision to come here. He had this grin, this uber scary grin. Of course, he invited me in for a cup of spaghetti-ohs and I agreed.

"Did you see the horns?" he asked me and I look at him in disbelief, "Or maybe the tail, I like the tail..." he went on about a tail I still cannot see. "Johnny, his Father knows..." I explained in the bluntest way possible. "Satan was always a prick about these things..." Johnny muttered, "A clash of species? Hm, that is something to be upset about..." I look at him. "What clash?" I question the lunatic. "Nothing, just a nutjob who likes to ramble..." he concluded with a sigh. Hm, just rambling, eh?

"I just want us to forget everything..." I sighed, "Not worry about the future, or about his...de-eath.." I choked on the last word. Funny, death is something I'm so accustomed on seeing but it never really affected me. Really, Death danced around me but I never had to accompany it ever. Now, Death is taking Pepito's hand and away from me. Suddenly, my eyes fix upon Johnny. "Wait, how can an immortal die?" I asked the lunatic. He cocked his eyebrow up but remained silent. "Technically, a mortal cannot kill a deity, if we could, I would've killed the Devil when I had a chance." he explained. He kinda jammed the knife in the table, making the table split.

"You know you should ask Pepito, he would know..." he informed me. I just stared at my shoelaces. "I...I don't think he would want to talk to me..." I muttered. "Well then why did I see him across the street five minutes ago?" I sprint to the boarded up window and turn to Johnny. "Nny! Why didn't you tell me?" I ask. Nny just shrugs his shoulders and walks toward the door. "I was in the middle of my speech..." he says with a grin as he opens the door. "He went that way..." he pointed down the street, I thank him and run down the block.

You know you really shouldn't look for someone at night. It's dark, scary, and there are rapists and muggers and whatnot out there. I didn't let that stop me though, I want to find him before it's too late. Farther down I can see the town's park, or what left of it. There's graffiti all over the signs and playground equipment. There are a couple streets but that's it. What left of the playground is a slide and two swings. I see one of the swings moving back and forth. I can hear someone's feet scrapping the ground. Glints of red pierce the darkness. I sit in the adjacent swing. The red eyes met mine. "Hey..." I breathed and I hear him reply "Hi..."

Pepito's POV

I wonder how he found me...but I don't care how. Just being there with him makes my anger perspire out of my body. He took my hand and held it...it felt really nice. I'm not used to this kind of affection, just the bases. We swung slowly and held hands and just talked. He asked me a lot about demons and angels and the war. I know he's dancing around the whole "I'm going to die" thing. "How..." he started, "Do I die if I'm immortal?" I finished for him. He nodded sheepishly. "The day of the solar eclipse, it's written the angels of war will fly from Heaven and the demons will crawl out of Hell." I started...

The generals of the two armies will appear in their glory. God is on the right and Satan is on the left. They will send out their armies and the slaughter will ensue. Whoever wins gains another ten millennia over the Earth. Hell always ruled Earth but Heaven took care of them when they died, unless of course the dead are damned to Hell. Hell wants to be keeper of the souls and wants all to be damned. Heaven wants more control over Earth. Neither side gets all of their demands.

The mourning angel will come out of this war and the Lock of the Deities will come as well. The angel will appear out of the mess of people being fought over. The one will soft eyes and black wings will decide the fayte of the heir.

There is a tipping factor in this war. There is a mixing of breeds, an angel and devil. The one who is damned to fight will be fought to be obtained because that power will crush the enemy at hand. The one is hidden and will not be revealed until the hour of the slaughter.

Hell also must have a new ruler. The heir must fight for the Crown of Damnation. This war, there is a fight for the crown within the family. The children fight for the Crown as well fight against the Angels. The appointed heir is destined to die in a stalemate with the rival. The one to be Grim Reaper, 2nd in command and Keeper of Lost Souls, will become the heir and so on.

Todd looks at the ground and stops swinging. I want to lie to him but it would kill me. He gets off of the swing and stands without a sound. I follow a tear down his cheek and it spatter at impact. I pull his arm towards me and I pull him close. I can hear him choke on his tears. Dark streams fall from my eyes. He buried his face into my shoulder as he cries. I stroke his back, wishing he would calm down. I pull him down on my knee so I supported his body. I don't want him to suffer, that's the last thing I want.

The swing started to rock. I could feel him grab my back in fear; I laugh as I keep pushing. "Stop it, Pepito!" he yells. The swing picks up speed and so does his yelling. I can hear him laughing between the screaming. We fly off backwards and so I was the one landing on my ass. We both broke into hysterical laughter. He flashes a smile, a koi little smile that I miss. I lean up and lightly kiss his lips. He blushes and I laugh. I stroke my finger against his cheek, making him even more blush. "You're such a girl..." I laugh. He bites his lower lip and narrows his eyes.

"I'm not a girl..." he pouts. "Yeah you are, but that's why I like you..." I say with a cocky grin. He crosses his arms and looks away. "Oh I'm sorry..." I say to the little baby while pecking his cheek, "Come on...don't be like that..." I hear him sigh after the sixth peck. I then licked his cheek, making him spaz. I grin, showing my teeth. "You're showing your tail..." he mutters, I look at him. "Oh, you know it makes you feel fabulous..." I cooed. He laughs and rolls his eyes.

"I want to forget..." he breathes barely over a whisper. "Me?" I asked in confusion, "You want to forget me?" He shakes his head. "I could never forget you, you're like the cold..." I furrow my eyebrows, "Hey!" he laughs as he plays with one of my locks of cut up hair. "No, everything you told me...like we can live where we can forget it all..." I stare hard into his eyes. "Do you really?" he nods in agreement. I bite my lower lip and think. I lean near his ear and whisper, "I can at least give you that..."

He looks at me but just laughs. He lets out a yawn and lays on my stomach. I stroke his hair as he places his hands on my chest. I didn't want to leave at all. I want him or I will die without him. He takes my hand and kisses it gently. I can feel the tingliness when he places his soft and pouty lips on my skin. I stroke my hands down his back and glide my fingers across his belt. "Are you ass fetish?" he asks me. "Maybe..." I say while smacking his. He turned twenty shades of red. "Pepito!" he yells while bopping me in his head. "You liked it!" I said with glee.

I placed my lips onto his and released my tongue into his mouth. I got it tangled with his, making it more fun. He grabbed my back, moaning for more. I broke the bond and started to kiss his neck. I ran my tongue up from his collarbone to his lower lip. He shuddered at my touch. I ran my tongue the opposite way, wanting more and more. I kissed his neck and softly nipped the skin. He moaned in passion. He grabbed my face and pushed himself onto me. He whipped his tongue into my mouth and explored every area that could be touched. I held him from the bottom, lacing my hands under his...ass. Hehe...

Me bad...

End of Chapter Eight

HDM: Okay,there was some lust passion icky nonsense for you to chew on for a bit.

Tell me if you want to be in the Author Notes

XxHDMxX