A Fine Line (Frerard)

One Step

"Pete, we've been over this several times. Nothing happened with the demon. Now, can I come inside?" Gerard was standing right outside the gates of heaven with Pete on the other side of the gates, glaring him down.

"Yep. Nothing happened. That's why he got away!"

"This is only the first time I've let one get away."

Pete simply rolled his eyes and opened the gates, "Fine. Just, don't let it happen again, Way."

"Will do, Wentz," Gerard flashed Pete an annoyed smile as he stepped inside.
~~~~~~*~~~~~~
Sitting in a leather chair in Satan's office honestly isn't as intimidating as one might think. Satan's a pretty chill dude when you get to know him. A pretty chill dude named Brendon that Frank happened to be really good friends with.

"...Then I had chucked him against a tree. He sat there for a moment for getting up and y'know what he did when I moved just a bit closer? He blushed!" Frank had a good laugh about it with Brendon joining in.

"Are you serious?" Then Brendon realized, "Wait, don't you have to be, y'know, straight to get into heaven? I mean, this guy is clearly not 100% into girls, so how the hell is he an angel? Is Dad finally not being a homophobic asshole or?"

"Maybe they're getting a bit more lenient up there," Frank shrugged it off. It really didn't matter to him whether he was in heaven or hell. Though, hell was where all the interesting people ended up. "I wouldn't fret too much about it. Hell's not too bad. Just don't piss off Satan and you'll do just fine."

"Sitting right here, dude. And yeah, you're doin' pretty well. So far."

"I sure hope so, I've heard stories about your dark side. Chilling, like... Oh! The one with Bob?"

Brendon let out a light chuckle, "Yeah, that was a good one. Pretty fun, too."

"I bet. Hey, got any new assignments for me?"

"Finish the last one, then we'll talk. It's cute how you thought I'd completely forgotten about that."

"Alright.. Where do I find him?"

"Well, he's not on Earth right now, so you'll have to wait for a while."

"Hm. Mind if I wait here?"

"Actually, yeah I do. Ryan's coming in soon so, uh, get the hell out." Brendon waved his hand and the doors to his office opened, allowing Frank to exit.

"Fine. Have fun with your boyfriend." Frank glanced back at Brendon to see a smirk plastered across his face, "Okay, not that much fun... you weirdo."

"That's King of the weirdos to you."
~~~~~~*~~~~~~
"I still don't understand why you let him get away. It seems like something a big softy like Ray would do," Patrick glanced over at the fluffy haired man, currently giving him a slightly irritated glare.

"I am not a big soft-- why is my hand in a cupcake?" Ray stared down at his hand that now had frosting all over it, chuckling a bit.

"You were saying, Ray?" Gerard smiled, stifling laughter.

"Oh, whatever. Patrick's right, what happened with this Frank character?"

"I just couldn't do it, alright? I mean, seriously, what's the point of killing demons anyway?"

Patrick and Ray just gave Gerard a stare that was confused, yet disappointed. Different Angels had different jobs. They all happened to be field angels who went out and killed demons to make sure there were less around to harm the humans and other living things, much to Brendon's disdain. He was Satan after all. He got a sick kick out of the suffering of others.

"Must we explain it to you? Again?" Pete said, walking over and sitting down next to Patrick in the booth they all were sitting in.

"No, no, I've heard enough out of you, it just doesn't make sense," Gerard sighed. He had his own reasons for not killing Frank when he had the chance. He couldn't let the others know, but being the person that they knew him as, Gerard knew he had to give them what they wanted, "Fine, y'know what? I'll just get him the next time I see him, alright?"

"Good. Glad you got your sense back," Pete gave him a small smile of approval.

"Yeah. Great."