"So where does this leave us? That madman and everyone he ever cared about are all dead." said an unusually calm Pepito. He stood next his Father, both gazing out their front window as if they could see the catastrophe unfolding before them. But all that was there was the shitty house across the street, grass left un-mowed for weeks, and mailbox overflowing. The sight seemed to represent the disgusting truth, and although such a thing would normally be pleasant and inviting, all the Anti-Christ could do was hold back his bile.
"Let me tell you a story, son. When God first created the Earth - no, human beings - He made it clear that they were to live in perfect paradise. But the gift of free will was far too extraordinary for Adam and Eve, just as I knew it would be. When they ate the forbidden fruit, they damned the entire human race for all eternity. That was when the all-to-important balance of good and evil was established."
"Pardon me, but where are you going with this? I've heard this story a thousand times and then some." While his son's voice was laced with impatience, Mr. Satan couldn't help but smirk at his lack of understanding. The young were always so quick tempered and eager, as if life would pass them by if they didn't act rashly. Well, that's how it used to be, anyway. "Patience is a virtue, Pepito. Take a moment to appreciate the irony of hearing that phrase coming from me."
With narrowed, agitated eyes drifting towards the skeleton-like figure that was his Father, Pepito crossed his arms and tapped his foot, feigning coolness and breathing shallow. If there was ever a moment to call the Prince of Damnation 'cute,' Mr. Satan thought that this would be the time. Though such words were unnecessary and irreverent, so they would be left unspoken. Many things would always be left unspoken, despite the most desperate need to speak. Humans really were foolish creatures.
"The story itself is only meant to give you an understanding. Because good and evil is necessary, as is life and death, this "predicament" that you believe must be dealt with would only interfere with the natural balance of the universe. If God decides that He would rather sleep in his recliner than send forth his angels to do battle, then it means that it is not yet time for good to conquer. As for us, we need to assume that this monstrosity is on our side, whether we created it or not. It seeks destruction and blood, malice and malevolence, and cheap $1.99 tacos that are vastly overpriced. Who are we to interfere on our behalf?"
Pepito gaped in disbelief at his Father, surprised that such words had passed through his thoroughly chapped lips. "But what if this thing decides to attack us as well? Then what?" Pepito had long been waiting for some destruction and mayhem to occur ever since he and his family had moved to this shithole of a town, but this is not quite what he had in mind. Especially not after meeting Todd. That raven-haired goody-two-shoes changed his perspective.
He wanted the streets to be drowned in blood and the sidewalk lined with corpses, the odor to poison the air (but not overwhelm his nostrils), and the Earth to cave in on itself, breaking down from its own waste and feces. And then he wanted Todd, his most cherished amigo, to stand at his side, drenched in crimson (though not his own) and become his balance. His overseer to the destruction and continued damnation of all humanity would need to be kept in check, and who better to do it then his pure-of-heart friend?
Maybe something like that only made sense to him, or maybe it didn't make any sense at all, but it was his vision and his desire for the future and it was now ripped away from him. That fiend stole the life of his best friend and shredded his body. If anything, he wanted this thing dead out of pure hatred, to soothe his flaming rage. He sought vengeance for his buddy, despite knowing that it wouldn't be what he wanted. Todd would want it dead for the sake of protecting others and not having to live in fear from it. It was also pretty gross looking.
Noticing his son's attention slip away from him, Mr. Satan continued to stare lazily out the window, already knowing the events that are yet to come. He muttered, not really caring if he was heard, "He has killed his creator, his most vital life source. He has killed your friend, the last remaining pure soul. And he has killed that girl, the only one able to float on the line between reality and insanity. He swallowed their sickness and he is hungry for more. Save the Defective Head Meat Institute, he will starve from the lack of mental instability. And once that happens, he will shrivel up and die."
"Things like that don't exist in this world, they are not like the space aliens of our universe. His existence and recent activity will soon set off an alarm that neither I, nor you, nor God Himself can ignore. But that will only come with the destruction of this wretched place. This town, this space, this waste of time is meant to end right now. Those three, those basket-cases, were never meant to play heroes. They were never going to unite, forming the ultimate team of psychopaths, and swoop in to save the day. Things like that only happen in dreadful Hollywood classics and children's books. They were more than meant to die. Being slain so violently was their fate. As much as it was their fate to meet each other."
A long, chilling silence passed between the two Hell spawn before Pepito dared to speak. He had listened to his Father's rambling, carefully analyzing every piece of information. He felt that similar words had once been spoken. And eerie conversation held in a shitty apartment building not terribly far away. He hadn't been there, hadn't heard a word spoken, but he somehow knew. Maybe it was intuition, maybe it was some sort of power that he was able to tap into, or maybe it was just that obvious from the beginning.
"Three crazies were fated to meet."
With a chuckle and a dangerous smirk, Mr. Satan turned to his son and said, "Precisely. Fate is a much crueler woman than I could ever hope to be." It was then that he walked away, allowing his son time to think. Whether he liked it or not, this was going to be the end of everything he knew. Everyone would die, everything would wither and collapse, and there would be nothing left.
Except school. He would always have to go back to that damned institute. No one could escape it. A fate worse than death.
"A/N: Yes, this is finally the end. I wanted to be that cruel, evil person that left this story with no happy ending. I killed everyone. I'm not sure exactly what to say about this ending, so I'll just let you tell me what you think with reviews. I hope you enjoyed this terribly overdo ending as well as this story as a whole. Thank you for your time and reviews, you're all lovely people. Except you. I don't like you."