Chapter 2.
His eyes burned a deep scarlet red. Long dark brown pieces of hair fell over his pale face. Prince of Hell, the title burned into his heart, he remembered everything quite clearly. In the preexistence he was one of Satan's closes followers. He was ready to follow him to hell but something went wrong millions of Angels fell from heaven to outer darkness but he was held back by God. He was furious and violent poison pumped through his veins but God remained silent. That fucking bastard. He was a Fallen Angel born into the light of the world. It was abomination but what was there to do. He had nothing left he couldn't go to heaven or hell so all there was left was to kill to massacre the human race. He felt the venomo flames licking at the emptiness in his chest filled with hatred. He was not alone though many of his fallen friends spoke into his mind. He did have fun speaking in other humani's minds. There fragile conscious could never take the voices. Though he could never convince the other Death Gods and monsters that they were insane but he could at least try.
He heard a slam at the front door. He looked up from the blue pillow sack he had sunk into, jack must be home. A tall, lanky, muscular, olive skinned boy with wild pointed dirty blond hair swung open the frosted white glass door. He wore a black and white mask one side frowning the other smirking devilishly, it was perfectly molded to his face but it was always dripping a dark tar black liquid from the eyes. "Hello." he said he face mask moving into his own facial expressions. He threw his backpack to the floor that was also a solid futuristic white frosted glass. The raggedy olive backpack moved and wriggled furiously when it thumped and slid across the floor. Lacier did not care to know it's contents. He sighed "You killed my victim, I was having fun messing with his mind, he was very easily tortured." "You have lost your mind," he began to laugh hysterically and fell onto the sack beside Lacier "Isn't it wonderful."
The back liquid bubbled slightly more than usual from his eyes. Pan couldn't help but smile at his childish antics. He had never had a family but he figured jack would be the closest to having a brother as he would ever get. He stared over jack for a brief second and turned away without answering. They laid there for hours staring up at the ceiling their black and red auras mixing the smell of fire, ash, and blood rising and filling every corner of the room. There was a sudden sharp shattering of glass and the floor fell under them. Thousands of tiny shards flew up around them as they fell, catching light as if they were billions of stars in broad daylight. It felt as if everything was going in slow motion as they fell together but then he hit the floor with a crack. He felt shards nail into his back he screamed. Jack was more agile and landed on his feet grasping Lacier's hand. "
Someones not as fast as they used to be." he grinned. Pan was ready to claw off his face. He always kept calm in situations like this but the humor didn't last long. Lacier looked behind him into the dark smooth concrete basement a dark withering mass was engulfing its physical presence into hell. Death screamed echoed and tore through walls. The floor began to crack and fall away to the blackness. Dead tortured souls howled and screeched grabbing at them, there empty ghostly faces longing, their solid black eyes burning with hellish hatred. Lacier's heart stopped, he could home. Longing filled his eyes as he reached out and the darkness grazed the tips of his fingers. Jack ripped open the air with a devil crucifix and they were sucked into the opening. Jack held him tightly as they fell. Lacier felt his head hit a rock. Pain shot through him.
Lacier jumped up and screamed "WHAT THE HELL! WE COULD HAVE GONE HOME!" Pan screamed beginning to cry. Jack stared sadly back "No, that was Purtheus, you know just as well as I do there is no way to go home." he paused " he was here to burn the imprint of our human souls and disperse of the demon left." Lacier now was starting to sob "I know but maybe that's better than wandering forever!" Jack "But there still could be hope. There are ways to obtain a soul" Lacier was stunned by this sudden kindness in his eyes. He shoved him to the floor growling. "Your so stupid and weak the only soul you'll ever have is a damned one!" he spit with venomous fury.
He didn't like caring feeling these emotions, he wasn't supposed to care, he didn't. Jack looked hurt by his reaction. Lacier scoffed. Dark ashes fell from the pale grey sky. He caught them tenderly between his fingers. Death Gods had the power to make realms like this but they were never that bright or colorful most were dark and sweltering. They sat secluded on a rickety old dock over looking the ocean. The steel grey waves licked at the sickly yellow sand. Everything just stretched on forever. The realm smelled like ash and pollution, not a thing besides him and jack was alive in the realm. Lacier waited in fuming silence. He jumped up flames dancing at his finger tips from the anger, and walked away. "Have it your way." jack finally said breaking the silence calling after him "Your right hell is home," he paused again "our only home." He didn't reply and stocked off to nowhere pissed and fiery. Jack sighed. He could be so grumpy and be set off the littlest things but yet still cared him, he was like a little brother to him.
