A/N: I know, I know. This didn't get out as quickly as I would have liked. Sue me. XD
The way this was supposed to go was have the things they do set out in order. Johnny's was the least fatal, breaking a friendship, Zacky's was in the middle, making someone lose their job, and Jimmy's was the worse, tampering with love.
This ended up turning out a lot longer than I first expected, which is also why it took so long to get out. The other reason was because my piccolo got stolen, and I just wasn't in the mood to write. I've gotten it back, though, so we're all good. :3
The characters who weren't from Avenged belong to me...or rather, the internet. I just looked up random first and last names and placed them together. Nikki isn't very creative. ;A;
I really hope this is liked! I don't mean to offend anyone in any way with this. I'm not Satanic in any way, just tampering with the idea of writing from a demon-point of view. It's been in my head for a while, and I might just make more if it's accepted well enough. C:
Disclaimer: I don't own Avenged Sevenfold. They are the complete proud owners of themselves, and their music.
Dead Punk- Well, I'm glad that you find them funny! That chapter was pretty angsty (which I'm really glad you like :D), so I figured I'd add some humor. I would never be offended at being called a stallion duck. It made my night when I read that! I'm really glad you're liking the story thus far, and hope this meets your standards, too. ;)
God Hates Us
The sound of the news drifted lightly throughout the quiet house. Two reporters swapped news back and forth, somberly announcing the day's calamities; a man whose beachfront property was flooded, a teenage girl who broke her neck at cheerleading practice, a distraught father whose son had run away. Each report was tragic, but Zacky found them simply amusing.
The light softly emanating from the TV caused shadows to dance in the sparsely lit room. The window shades were hastily drawn shut, leaving only the glow of the sunlight that trickled in through the cracks. Occasionally, a slight breeze would filter in through the open window, causing the dark shade to allow more of the sun's rays inside. Zacky hissed indignantly each time one of the beams met his alabaster skin, insulted that the light had the nerve to touch him.
As he continued to watch the program, Zack scoffed at the humans' priorities. They were worried about petty storms and insignificant dilemmas, when they should be fretting over the individuals who roamed the streets; they were the biggest threat.
Something rustled behind him. "Disappointing, isn't it?" a silky voice mused in disinterest. Zacky didn't turn, but a smirk tugged at the edges of his full lips.
"You know, Jimmy, you really should knock."
He heard a small laugh, and Jimmy's lanky body flopped on the the couch, "It's difficult when you're literally appearing out of nowhere.
Zack turned to the other man; he hadn't changed. Unruly jet black hair that framed his pale face, onyx eyes, usually so cruel and heartless, gazing playfully back at him, and thin, jagged fangs that poked out from behind his smiling lips. He was the epitome of a demon. Even his clothes, dark and ripped, gave him the appearance of having just come from Hell, and he had.
"How has work been?" Zacky asked. Jimmy worked as the devil's assistant, a huge honor among demons. So few of them were chosen to stay in Hell, and fewer still, those who were able to work alongside their leader.
Jimmy shrugged nonchalantly, "Same as usual. We pick out targets, plot their demise, and put our plans into action," A sinister grin placed itself on his lips, "It's fun to watch."
Zacky nodded, "I'm sure. You have good plans for tonight?"
The other's smile turned utterly wicked. Zack smirked; the havoc Jimmy wreaked never disappointed.
A new presence suddenly exposed itself, revealing a tall, muscular man. His facial appearance was similar to Jimmy's; dark hair, black eyes, and razor sharp fangs. All demons had these features. The whole room had a slightly dismal feel now. This man's job was to torture humans and discipline them as he saw fit. He was sadistic, to say the least.
"Hello, boys," the man greeted. His voice was menacing, frightening almost, and little echoes made it reverberate all round them. Jimmy's voice was the same way, as was Zacky's.
"Matt. It's good to see you," Zacky patted the space between himself and Jimmy. Matt gladly sat down, sighing in relief as the cushions enveloped his large frame. Humans were a handful, so his job was usually very tedious and stressful.
"Where are the other two?" Matt asked once he was situated. "They aren't usually late."
Mere seconds later, the door flew open. The three demons snarled at the sudden burst of light, and blinked furiously when it retreated as fast as it had come. Two figures now stood in the entryway. They looked plain; human, but that didn't stop them from strutting pompously to the others.
"I feel so important," the shorter once announced. "Someone was actually wondering where I was!"
The taller one scoffed, "Oh please, Johnny. We all know it was me they were asking about."
The two glanced at the others as they spoke, smiling at the amusement of their bickering. It was obvious they were comfortable in the dim house with the three demons.
"What's with the human guise?" Jimmy asked, raising a slender eyebrow.
Johnny shrugged, "We felt like screwing with you."
Matt grunted, unimpressed, "Hmph. You guys are ass-"
"Let's get this show on the road!" Brian interrupted impatiently. Without waiting for a reply, he stiffened, his whole body going completely rigid. He shuddered slightly and groaned as his body transformed. His lithe muscles became more defined and powerful, his feathery, spiked, dark brown hair became sleeker and more glossy. His chocolate colored eyes dropped down several shades until they were pure ebony, and his teeth grew thinner and closer together, gleaming sharply in the meager light. After so long in his human faŅ«ade, his demonic features had become cramped and irritated. It felt fantastic to let everything loose.
"Ahhh. Better," Brian rolled his shoulders and looked over at Johnny. The shorter man had also completed his transformation and was stretching contentedly. The others were already heading out the door, eager to start their little game.
The five demons would meet up once a month and terrorize the humans. During the time in between their gatherings, they would study someone, find their weaknesses, and plan for their ruin.
"I'm up first," Johnny announced as they walked. He quickly led them to a nearby middle school where kids were running around, releasing their post-lunch energy. Johnny pointed to a small group of friends sitting by a tree close to the building. There were two girls and a guy.
"Bailey Lombardi and Ashleigh Williams; best friends, but that's close to changing. Ashleigh is hanging out with a group of cheerleaders that Bailey hates. It's made their relationship pretty rocky, and I'm gonna shatter what's left," Johnny held up an envelope that had Bailey's name on it in a neat cursive scrawl. He then dashed off into the school. The others followed languidly; they weren't in a hurry. Not even when they bell pealed shrilly and every child piled in through the single door. They didn't have to worry about being seen either; demons had the benefit of invisibility.
When they reached Johnny, they saw Bailey opening her locker. They joined the small man beside a wall as the envelope drifted to the ground. She picked it up and stared at if for a moment, then tentatively tore it open. She read the letter inside slowly, and the five demons watched with grim pleasure as her tranquil expressions changed to confusion, then hurt, and finally rage. She crumpled the letter into a tight ball before throwing it into her locker, grabbing her books, and storming off to her next class.
Johnny sent the others a malicious grin, which they returned, and followed her. For the next couple hours, they waited. Then they watched, giddy, as Bailey approached Ashleigh, letter in hand, after school.
"You stupid bitch!" she shrieked. "I knew those preps were messing with your head!"
Ashleigh stared at her with wide eyes, "What are you talking about?"
"You know damn well what I'm talking about! Don't ever fucking speak to me again; I won't answer," Bailey thrust the crinkled letter into Ashleigh's arms, then marched away. The boys left then, laughing breathlessly, as Ashleigh called for Bailey to come back.
"That was some good stuff," Jimmy praised, his breath still slightly ragged.
Johnny beamed, pride dancing lightly in his tawny irises, "Who's next?"
Zacky lifted a hand, "Guilty."
He quickly advanced to a company workplace. As they maneuvered into the building, Zack explained the situation. "We have ourselves Jason Moore; a two month employee with a perfect record," they slipped into an elevator and Zacky pressed they button for the third floor. "That's about to change."
A few employees gave each other puzzled looks when the shaft opened. The five demons briskly set out toward a cubicle at the far end of the room. A scrawny man sat precariously on the edge of his seat, staring at his monitor intently. His dirty blond hair was neatly combed back, and his attire was spotless.
Zacky placed a transparent hand on Jason's shoulder, and the man immediately tensed. Then he pushed away from the desk, knocking Zack's hand off. He stalked over to the next cubicle.
"You know, I just realized something." The five moved over to hear better. "The boss is a total dick."
The other employee snapped her wide-eyed gaze up to him.
"What?" he shrugged. "It's true. All he does is sit behind his damn desk and yell at us to 'do our work'."
The other employee, whose nametag read "Mina", stayed silent. Eventually Jason left. The demons followed, snickering to themselves, and the human led them to yet another cubicle. This continued for about an hour before Jason was called to the boss' office.
"Jason, Bethany came to me about five minutes ago saying you were talking about me behind my back. Is this true?"
A bored expression met his question, "Well, duh."
The boss sighed wearily, "You should know that there will be consequences. I will not tolerate rude behavior and false rumors. If it continues, those consequences will become more severe."
Jason barked out a harsh laugh, "Hell. You might as well fire me. I'm not going to stop speaking my mind."
"Very well. You're fired, Mr. Moore."
Jason smirked, "Have a nice day, asshole," He slammed the door behind him on his way out, leaving a very confused boss and a group of demons who were practically rolling on the floor will laughter. This time, the amusement lasted a lot longer. Jason would storm out of the building in a rage, and come home, his normal self, with the realization that he had been fired.
Brian sent Zacky a soft smile, "Priceless."
Zacky returned his grin, "Thanks, man. What do you have for us this time?"
"I've got nothing for this month, but" Brian sent a curious glance in Jimmy's direction, "I think Jimbo does."
The mentioned man nodded quickly, brushing his raven fringe away from his face. They had walked out of the building several minutes ago and were just jovially ambling down the street. Mayhem never failed to put them in a good mood.
Jimmy pointed to an extravagant restaurant across the street. A couple sat by the window, dining and chatting lightly. The boys sidled up to the building to inspect further.
"We have ourselves one Mister Christopher Anderson with his stunning girlfriend, Miss Susan Scott. He plans to woo her with dinner and drink at the most luxurious place in town," Jimmy paused to usher the four inside. "The proposal comes next, I'm sure you've guessed. Susan thinks she's found the perfect man in Christopher, but we're going to show her how wrong she is, tonight."
Matt chuckled and took a seat at an empty table nearby. Jimmy motioned for the others to do the same, then stepped forward. Susan was gushing about some adorable Border Collie puppy she had seen earlier that day. Christopher was listening to her with rapt attention, leaning forward, smiling, and nodding in all the right places. Suddenly, his expression went blank and he slumped forward. Then he straightened up and brushed himself off before Susan could comment; not that she had noticed.
"Full-on possession," Johnny mused. "Very nice."
"There are a lot of humans to practice on in Hell," Matt chuckled with a wink.
After a few more minutes of Susan mainly talking to herself, their meal was finished and if was go time.
"Susie," Christopher got down of one knee beside the table. "I've been thinking lately."
Susan couldn't suppress the excited glint that appeared in her shining silver eyes. "About what?" she asked, trying and failing to keep the quiver out of her tentative voice.
Christopher smiled slightly, and only the demons saw the malice that lightly lined the edges of it. "You and me; we've been together for a while now. I still remember meeting you for the first time and thinking, 'Wow. She'd never go for a guy like me.' But here we are today."
Susan squirmed a bit in her seat. Christopher's little speech held no flaw. Susan didn't even question it. She had already suspected what his next few words would be, and waited anxiously as he took his time.
"Susie, I've been thinking a lot about our futures, and I decided out life should be going down a different road," he pulled out a small box and set it on the table. "This little box's contents represent my love for you."
"Awww, Chrissy!" Susan squealed, wrapping her fragile arms around Christopher's neck and pecking his lips. Christopher never once broke out of character, even when she kissed him. Each one of the other demons grimaced in distaste, clutching at their own lips in horror.
"That shit is nasty," Zacky muttered under his breath. It wasn't that Susan was appalling, quite the opposite in fact. She had beautiful golden hair and a slim, fit body. Her features were attractive and she wore expensive, good-looking attire. No, it was her personality that repulsed the four. She as happy, and energetic, and acted like a teenage girl. She talked too much about random things and interrupted when someone spoke. She looked nice and smelled nice, but reality showed a complete bimbo.
Christopher watched intently when Susan eagerly grabbed for the box and all but ripped it open. Her face fell when she saw its contents. Turning the box to Christopher, she pouted as if there was a mistake, "It's empty."
Christopher's honey brown eyes had turned cold and his smile a thin line. "Exactly," he snapped harshly. "The path I was thinking about obviously wasn't the same as yours. I've seen how selfish and conceited you are. You spend ours in front of a mirror, slathering on makeup and perfume and walk away looking like a cheap whore. You go to the store and buy everything for yourself," Christopher's eyes narrowed and his voice lowered further. "Everything has to be about you, and I'm sick of it."
Susan openly gaped. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over before she could do anything about it. "I thought you loved me," she whimpered pathetically.
Christopher scoffed, "I told you. The box represented how much I love you."
Susan took a deep breath, though her tears hadn't ceased, "Does that mean we're through?"
Christopher snorted, though not from amusement, and called out as he walked away, "Figure it out yourself, dumbass."
The other four demons followed the possessed man, chortling scornfully. They soon reached a plain apartment. Christopher abruptly collapsed, and a mist-like substance rose out of his body. The mist then solidified into Jimmy, and the four patted him on the back. Once again, the man had amazed them; he deserved some praise for the show he put on.
"Absolutely flawless," Brian grinned.
"I couldn't believe how shit-for-brains that chick was. Fuckin' awesome job," Matt laughed.
Jimmy took the praise with a toothy smile, "Thanks, guys. I've been planning this one for months."
"I don't doubt it," Zacky murmured. "That one was really thought out."
Jimmy shrugged, "Do we have a show from Matty-boy tonight?"
The demon smirked, "It's a little late, so we'll just end with your feat this time, Jim-Jam. Just...check the news tomorrow morning, around ten."
And so they did. Matt left immediately after speaking and Jimmy wasn't far behind, though he actually left with a goodbye. Johnny, too, left, muttering something about a very large burrito with his name on it. This left Brian and Zacky, who noted not to hang out with the short man any time soon. The two headed over to Brian's place and watched lame horror movies for a while. Then they finally crashed, not waking up until Zack's alarm went off. He jerked awake on the couch, tripping over Brian and landing on him in his haste to turn off the noise. Brian shrieked from his rude awakening and waited until the alarm was off before pushing the other man off of him.
Zacky cursed at him under his breath and turned on the TV. He switched it over to the news and flopped back down beside his best friend. A news reporter was talking about some major bank robbery in Los Angeles, but at exactly ten, another reporter came on-screen.
"At midnight last night," he spoke loudly into the microphone, "police were called to a field close to a skydiving warehouse. A man by the name of Gregory Macrae was found dead, having jumped out of the plane and not even attempting to activate his parachute. A fellow skydiver tells us that he was acting strange before the jump, and afterward knew why. After checking Macrae's clothing, police found a suicide note explaining his actions. Further investigation led to interviews with family and friends, who said he'd never had suicidal thoughts or attempts-"
The TV clicked off. Brian sat with the remote in his hand and a sly grin on his face, "Matt, you naughty demon. Inducing suicidal thoughts?"
"I would never have guessed," Zacky finished.
The two began laughing. Their little game had had some great results, and they were in an awesome mood.
Zack had realized something long ago. Their game usually led to some pretty sad stuff, at least by human standards, and almost every time they were successful. A Christian missionary had once approached them, speaking to them about how God could save them from their sins. They figured he had done so because of their piercings, tattoos, and otherwise "punk" demeanor. Zacky had been tempted to spit back in his face, "It's too late for us to be saved. God hates us." He didn't say it at the time, but he knew it was true. With all of the shit they did, it was impossible for God not to hate them. But he took a look at his friends, hell, his family more like it, and knew it would just be weird if it were any other way.