Outcast Oneshot book #3

Birthday from hell.

Happy late birthday to Lockheart! It was the 15th.

Even if I've written all their birthdays down I still forget them.

Next birthday is Cyrus's, being September 22.

Enjoy~!

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Lockheart laid in his room with his head buried in his pillow, groaning.

He knew what day it was. His.. Birthday. He hadn't celebrated it in.. Well since he was with Scarlet.

He didn't care for birthdays since the two of them split..who cares that he's turning one hundred and nineteen?

"Who gives a flying f*ck about birthdays? Why does anyone even celebrate it? You're just one step closer to death!" He hisses.

'Knock knock'

The imp huffs and covers his skull with his pillow. "Go away I'm dead!"

"No you're not! Come on Lockheart! I know you don't like celebrations, but I've made Angel's food cake!" He hears the chipper voice of Cupid from the other side of the door.

"Stick it up your ass." Lockheart hisses, pulling his blanket further over his head to hide away.

"Then you leave me no choice. Amour, pick the lock." Cupid says.

He hears the doorknob jiggle a few times before his bedroom door is swung open. Along with a few different footsteps.

"Eros, get out of bed." Cupid shakes his shoulders.

"Can I stab him?" Amour asks with a grin.

"Honey, I don't think that would help." Romeo shakes his head.

"Do you dumb asses ever get a hint! Leave me the f*ck alone!" The imp growls.

Cupid shakes his head and quickly rips the blanket off his brother. Amour at the end of the bed with a smile.

"Its f*cking cold! Can't you leave me to be miserable!?" Lockheart crosses his arms, glaring at the angels and one demon.

"No sweetie. We can't, you'll get wrinkles if you keep that sourpuss expression. Let's get you cleaned up!" Romeo claps his hands and pulls the imp off the bed by the shoulders.

Amour tilts his head. "Eros, you never spend your birthdays with us. Don't worry! I didn't poison the cake this time!" He grins.

"That's reassuring." Lockheart huffs. Letting the incubus drag him by the shirt collar to the master bathroom.

"Well, we'll see you down stairs!" Cupid smiles. "Its good to see you up and about!"

"....Against my will." He mutters.

"I love holding people against their will." Amour giggles. "Its fun!"

"That's nice Amour. Now both of you get out, I've got to make our devil look his Sunday best!" Romeo grins, holding up a makeup bag, along with five brushes in his right hand.

Cupid nods. "See you soon! We've got plans birthday boy!" The Angel turns on his heel and leaves the room with Amour trailing silently behind him.

"Can I go back to slowly dying?" Lockheart asks.

"No. Now sit still I've got to get rid of those eye socket bags!" Romeo commands, hand on his hip.

"Ugh.." Lockheart groans.

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"Ow! You poked my eye light you f*ck shit!"

"Sit still!"