Blood and Roses |Phan

Then...

"Shoot it!" The brunette boy, Dan, cries as the gun goes off. The vision of the faceless woman in front of them flickers out.
"Make a salt circle and get inside." Phil orders as he looks around. "And do not leave it at all costs."
The ghost threw Phil up against the wall, the gun falling out of his hands. The faceless woman had him by the throat then, and Phil fought against her magical grasp, struggling for air.
Dan's vision turned towards the gun, and he raced for it, loading it and firing it.

"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."

Tyler got up and went to the shelves, where he had a long, plain, silver looking knife. He dusted it off, and swung it into a table.
It went through the wood like butter.
Shrugging, Tyler turned to Dan. "Now, maybe if you had learned to shut your motherfuckin' mouth..." He raised the knife level with Dan's neck.

"In ancient history, it was said that angel Zoë Sugg (modernly nicknamed "Zoella") was cast down from heaven after making a deal with The king of Hell. Giving up her own angel blade, she then took the keys to Hell, leaving her brother, Joseph, in heaven, locked up for eternity. This brought the first ever angel blade down from heaven."

"So this is an angel blade," he said, lost in thought. "The angel blade."

"But why stab Daniel? What did he do?"
Tyler looked around. He knew his little angel wasn't getting out, so why not?
"He's not entirely human, Zoë. His father was, that's not important. It was his mother... She was a demon. Not just a demon, a night of Hell. Abadawn."
"You must not get your feedback from Heaven anymore. You have no idea about Phil, either, do you?"
Zoë stared at him, trying to call his bluff. She'd known the King for years, but even now he seemed crazy. She knew he was telling the truth, but it was so far fetched. "What about Phil?"
Tyler rubbed his forehead in frustration. He knew these next few months were going to be difficult for him. "He's the son of an angel, and not just any angel." Tyler felt his heart drop as it finally sunk in.
Zoë shook her head, still lost. "Who?"
"Michael."