SANS AU {ONESHOTS}

Angel Ink x Demon Fresh {Request}

ORIGINALLY FROM SINSHOT BOOK, MOVED HERE!

GONE HUNGRY 

This Story was requested by @FoxyStudioTH

Just to let you all know this is Top Angel Ink x Bottom Demon Fresh. There was no scenario for this so I did my own thing I hope yall enjoy.//

     It's been years since the world of Demons and Angels went to war with each other.

One thing had set off the two species, and now they are stopping at nothing to kill each other. But this was a little... odd.

We aren't going to talk about the war, anyone could care less about the war, what you all care about is the sex and drama, am I right? Sorry, sorry yes I know I was rude. But anyway, this specific story has to do with one demon, and one angel. And if you guys aren't smart enough to read the damn title, the two I am talking about are Ink and Fresh. And I know, It will blow your fucking mind into thousands of little bits. So, sit back and relax. and READ.

Fresh was starving.

The Demon realm was running low on food from how much running around they were doing, fighting, planning, fighting, planning, and so on. But the problem that mainly caused the food shortage, is the Angels. One day, The Demon realm got under attack by a huge army of Angels, and one of the Angels blew up the food supply. Now they have nothing to feed their mouth holes with. Fresh was panicking hard, his soul pounding in his eye as he looked both ways before continuing to sneak down the bright-lighted path. Fresh was desperate for food, any food really. Fresh could eat anything that was offered to him. He was going to the Angel realm, knowing they must be loaded with food, or, at least he hoped they were. Fresh was a sleep demon, a sleep paralysis demon. He was really good at his jobs and even managed to send some kids into literal heart attacks. He was a horrifying demon on Earth, but in THIS world, he was nothing to anyone, and to be honest, he was glad. He didn't want to be stuck in the middle of the world he can die in. 

Before now, of course. 

Fresh managed to keep in the shadows when Angels passed by the path, giggling and gossiping about Demons, or, sometimes even how they had an affair or worse. Angels are just as bad as Demons. Fresh looked around the heart of the Angel realm. It was beautiful. A statue was in the plaza of the realm, showing what looked like to be the ruler of this place. A tall skeleton with large wings and long-ass pants. To Fresh, the pants could pass off as a shirt as well, but the shirt was just hidden behind the long scarf that was seeming to drift in the wind, even though it was a statue. This Angel didn't even wear shoes, but what looked like long socks with some of the foot exposed. Fresh tore his eyes away from the statue and began his main mission. To find food. He was hidden in dark places of the Plaza, the shadows of trees and shadows of other Angels. Fresh was honestly surprised at how the Angels didn't feel his presents near them. Yet, Fresh was always taught that Angels are not the smartest when it came to aura reading, which, Fresh believed. 

Fresh found the castle that stood tall and bold, North of the plaza. It was so brightly colored in rainbow and gave off a high aura of hope, It made Fresh sick. Fresh had slid passed the guards pretty easily, and that's when he felt really off like something wasn't right. There was no way he could have slid passed the guards that easily. But without thinking, he took the time to find the kitchen area, his breathing growing as he could feel his stomach twist and turn at the hunger. Fresh finally found it. The large kitchen with nice clean food ware and... Food. He had found his main objective. Food. Fresh slid over to the large pantry of goodies, like cakes, muffins, and other nice things. Fresh didn't really like these things, but he was starving. One by one, Fresh would eat. First, the Cake, the full damn cake, then the muffins, then rolls, then... other foods. Fresh was so distracted with the food eating, he could hardly be aware of what was going on behind him, like the door shutting and the sudden presents of someone walking behind him.