The Demons Strike at Dawn |Phan

Chapter Five

(Dan and Tyler's videos are always so gay though like really Dan goes from No Homo to Stick A Dick In My Ass)

Dan was starting to think the King of Hell was taking "hot" to a whole new level.
He stepped out of the smoke and dusted himself off. He was quite attractive, really. His pale blonde hair, his plump cheeks. Dan described them more as hamster-like.
"Hey there, you little fucks." He said, smiling a cute dimpled smile. This boy could not be the King of Hell. "It is I, Tyler, the King of Hell." He bowed, laughing. His laugh made Dan want to laugh too, but contained himself. Phil just stared at the man.
Tyler looked up at the two hunters. "My, aren't you two tall." He merely shrugged. "So, what can I do for you boys?" He asked, leaning up against a table. "Money? Love? World domination?"
Dan raised his eyebrows at the options, but Phil remained steely calm. "Call off your little friends." Phil said, very monotone. "Let the other hunters go."
The king sighed. "I would love to, really would. See, thing is, I can't ." Phil glared at him, finally showing some emotion. "I've been made a deal no one could turn down.  You try saying no to four tubs of fresh guacamole." Dan looked at Tyler with an eyebrow raised. "I assume that's the human equivalent to being given forty new acres for a punishment field in hell."
Dan nodded his head. Of course.
"So how do we get these demons to back off? What do you want from us?"
Tyler sighed. "From both of y'all, nothing, but from you," he said, zoning in on Dan. "Your soul, in ten years."
"No." Phil stated.
"Okay." Dan said.
Both looked at each other. Who was it for Phil to decide what Dan does with his soul? It is, after all, Dan's soul.
Phil just stared at Dan. "Okay, I may not have control of your soul, but one thing I do know is that I can't live these next ten years knowing that the guy I worked a case with here sold his soul for us to complete it." Phil argued, putting a tentative hand on Dan's shoulder. "We're better than this."
Dan sighed and looks at the ground. "Fine. What else do you want us to do? Who made you this deal?" Dan's voice carried anger in it, but he did his best to not be upset at Phil. He was just trying to be nice, after all.
The king looked back and forth between the two boys. "My, the sexual tension in here is thick, isn't it?" Dan felt his cheeks go red, but tried to hide it. Tyler raised an eyebrow at them. "Anyways, it was Fate who ended up giving me these orders. It was, for some reason, essential that you two specific hunters worked this case together. I tried to say no, after all demons are better put somewhere else." Dan and Phil glanced at each other. Why would Fate, this all powerful force, want two random hunters to work a random case with each other?
Tyler coughed, trying to get the boys' attention back. Dan blushed and looked back at Tyler, whereas Phil just glared at him.
Tyler's eyes widened at Phil. "Well someone's a little angry today." Phil rolled his eyes. "As I was saying," Tyler started again, this time looking to both boys, "I want you two to solve this case and get your stupid friends back. It helps me more than you'd think."
"So how do we do it? You need to help us!" Dan exclaimed. Phil just sighed. He knew that the King of hell wouldn't help them. No matter how much he seemed to care, Phil knew Tyler wouldn't help them.
Tyler patted Dan on the shoulder (which was slightly too high for him, resulting in the King of Hell standing on his tiptoes, looking mildly humiliated). "I don't need to do anything." He said, and Phil nodded. Wow, what a surprise. "But, because I like your spirit, I'll help you. Without your soul." Phil raised an eyebrow at him, but Dan just smiled happily. He had no idea what tricksters demons were, much less how bad the King must be.
"Then what do you want?" Phil asked steadily. He tried not to show emotion around demons, he knew they could play on them. Dan, apparently, had never learned this trick.
Tyler sighed. "Your help."
The boys looked at each other wearily. What help could the King of Hell need from two mediocre hunters?
Phil turned to Tyler. "What kind of help?" He asked.
The demon king sighed. "That depends on you. If you finish this stupid fate thing, we can talk." Tyler glanced between the two boys, chuckling to himself. When given an odd look by Dan, he smiled. "What? You two are cute together."
Dan turned red again, but Phil remained straight faced. Tyler was impressed, really. Not many hunters were that capable.
Dan nodded, clearing his throat. "Right. So how exactly do we get our friends back?" Dan asked. Tyler took a scroll out of the pocket of his jeans and tossed it to him.
"This is an exorcism. Trap them all in Devils traps, read it out, and bam. All my demons come back to me, and all your friends come back to you." Tyler explained. Phil tried not to show the shock on his face. He never expected the demon to be this helpful, after all he was a demon. Yet Phil still had an uneasy feeling, and he was pretty sure that whatever the king needed help with wouldn't be easy.
With that, the king of hell disappeared, leaving the boys with a scroll and a mass exorcism to run.