He's going to kill you, Andy. A voice rang through Andy's head.
Andy sat up, sweating and breathing heavily. He looked around. He was still in Ashley's room. Ashley was still fast asleep beside him.
Suddenly, a flash of dark brushed by the window.
"Demons." Andy whispered, his eyes widening.
He knew they would probably come for him. He knew when he was cast out of Heaven that he would probably be killed within the first week. It never happened, and Andy assumed that they had forgotten about him.
But they hadn't.
Someone broke the window and flew into the room, his face hidden behind his long hair.
Andy sneakily managed to put some boxers on before he jumped out of the bed to fight. He did not want Ashley to know he was in danger, and did not want him to be in the middle of all of it.
The demon flipped his hair, and Andy immediately recognized him. His childhood best friend. One of the only people to show up at his funeral when he died.
"J-Jinxx." Andy said.
"Andy Biersack." Jinxx said, looking nervous as he pulled out a long knife from a sheath hanging from his belt loop.
I'm sorry. He mouthed as he suddenly threw the knife at lightning speed, impaling Andy in the chest.
Andy screamed in pain, waking Ashley up.
Jinxx disappeared, never to be seen again.
"Andy!" Ashley screamed, throwing off the covers and running to Andy.
"Ashley. It's okay. I knew they would kill me."
Ashley was suddenly on the phone as Andy's vision started to leave him.
He thought he heard a car door slam in their driveway, but he was already too far gone to register anything.