You're The Sin, I'm The Sinner

2. Oh So Sorry

Frank's POV

I grumbled as I climbed onto the grass next to this unknown tree. I sat up, grabbing my bags from the hell hole as the gate was about to close. I pulled out the map, looking to where I was supposed to go. I tucked my black wings back into my jacket so no human was none the wiser of what I was, feeling angry from the rude transportation methods. As I looked at the map, my anger got deeper as I saw how far the damn spawn point was from the supposed dorms.

Mind you, this was a hand-drawn map because it was so easy to get lost, but I didn't have the luxury to grab an actual map before I was thrown up here. Damn bastards. I had to walk, seeing as my wings had to be hidden and I couldn't just fly over hundreds of humans, no matter how much I wanted to, the knowledge that I could get my wings torn from me was a motivator.

The building was white, which I thought was fucking hilarious, walking in through the doors and seeing everyone look right at me. Oh, a demon, big deal. Like you haven't seen one already, geez... That is until I realize this place was crawling with the stench of angels, though this is where I was told to go and I wasn't going to leave without my key. I walked right up to the desk, looking at the lady and waiting for her to look up from her screen, seeing the fear flash in her eyes, which made me smirk. God, it felt good to see that. "Hey, I'm Frank Iero. I've been told that I'm assigned to house 519," I told the trembling receptionist.

She scattered around and typed something into her computer, though I was just loving the way that she was quivering under my gaze, which almost made me melt from the ecstasy it gave me. "It- um, that can't... I'll- I'll get your key," She stuttered out quietly, her hand going and grabbing a key, shaking still as she set it in front of me. I nodded, swiping the key. I heard someone whispering, stopping for a moment. "I'm sorry for Gerard." I chuckled and walked out the door, sighing into the air as I made my way over to where I was assigned. I grumbled as I went up to the door, feeling that it was unlocked.

I walked in, dropping my bag on the floor and seeing someone on the couch. They peeked up from this sketchbook, fear flashing through their eyes just like the receptionists'. Ugh, it felt amazing. "Who the-" They started, standing and making me realize that this... Person was an angel as well, tucking the white wings back into the shirt they were wearing. Looks like someone didn't get the memo about getting pre-tailored shirts to accommodate our wings, which is funny that a demon knows better than an angel.

"What are you- you aren't allowed to be here!" This person screamed, making me curious as to what this angel identified as. Flat chest, but that didn't mean anything. Nice curves, but men could have curves too. Tight pants that... Bingo. This must be Gerard. "I live here now, see," I held up the keys, jingling them beside my head. "I wouldn't just mug someone, as tempting as it is." I looked around, seeing that place was a little too clean for my liking, looking at this dude who was still clinging to the sketchbook in his hand.

"This is an angel dorm!" He shouted, or at least tried to, but I could tell he was terrified, or rather more confused. My eyes widened, grabbing my phone from my back pocket. "Hang on a minute," I told him, going outside and closing the door as I dialed HR. "Hello, who am I speaking to?" The voice asked and I sighed, knowing that I might be put on hold for hours once they hear who I am. "Frank A. Iero, I need to be connected to HR as soon as possible," I explained a little begrudgingly. "Hang on one moment," She spoke, then I heard a click.

"Hello, Frank, this is HR, how may I help you?" The person asked, which surprised me. I was immediately connected for the first time in... Well, ever. "Oh, hey... I'm at an angel dorm, I'm a demon, and I can say I'm not the only one that's surprised," I explained, trying to keep my cool as I looked at the building behind me, hearing the clicking of a keyboard and a small gasp. "You're right where you're supposed to be, just get settled in and call us if you need anything else, bye-bye ~" She cheerfully told me, then there was another click and dial tone.

"That bitch hung up on me," I whispered as I looked at the blinking screen, hanging up as well and sighing as I got back to being my confident self. I hated how I sounded so fake on the phone, it was dehumanizing honestly. I turned around, going into the house and shutting the door with my body weight. I saw the angel look at me, though his expression made me smirk. "You're stuck with me," I whispered, seeing that shiver go down his spine. "And as long as I'm here, you might as well know who I am. I'm Frank," I introduced myself in the darkest tone I could muster as I grabbed my bag from the floor.

"I don't care," He whispered, but I already knew who he was. A beloved angel, loved by others, shy, quiet, an artist. Just little details you pick up here and there. I walked to the stairs, his eyes on me the entire time, which I enjoyed making my steps overdramatic. As I stepped up to the first step, I turned around a little, smirking again. "See you later, Gerard," I half-whispered, seeing pure fear fill his eyes again. I laughed quietly to myself, scaling the stairs and going to the room across from the bathroom.

Oh, this was going to be sooo much fucking fun. I closed my door, looking around and sighing. I felt that it was too bright, closing the curtains and taking off my jacket. As I did this, I threw it to a nearby chair, looking to the bed and seeing one, singular black feather. I picked it up, twirling it in between my fingers curiously. That's never happened before...