Druggies Cant Die (boyxboy)

Apparently, Humans Traveling To Hell Is Abnormal

Note: I was really happy with last chapter, and I had tons of fun writing it. Also, I am so sorry for being as slow as I am with these updates >.< See the A/N if you want more of my ranting. I apologize if I have any errors. One tends to when ideas are spilling from their head and they write fast. Enjoy~

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Normally, when one is facing an entire room of demon generals, one does not simply say,

"Yo, whats up?"

As I'm sure you know, I'm am a ignorant human being, that doesn't know when to shut his mouth. 

This poses many problems for me, in my waking life, and sometimes even in my dreams. Most of which, always end with someone or something dying. In real life, a part of my ego dies each time, and in my dreams, I usually end up murdering someone. Strangling is always the cause of death, and often times I question my sanity.

Now, I'm going to be honest with you. Had I expected to be chased by a brotherly pair of trolls down an obnoxiously long hallway, and then practically forced to bust down a door, then literally turn said trolls into ash, all while interrupting a congressional demon meeting, I wouldn't have come to hell. I was just here to find my dead best friend, and so far, the odds weren't in my favor.

Grabbing the holy water at this point, just seemd stupid. But regardless, I stood my ground waving 'coolly' at the band of demons in front of me. None of them waved back, but that was to be expected right? Either way, the lack of friendliness, almost made me cry.

"Uh..." I cleared my throat awkwardly, subconciously crossing my arms over my chest.

"Ahem, so I uh...sorry for y'know, interrupting or whatever. I'm...I'm just gonna go..." With slow easy steps, I began to back up for the door.

In the blink of an eye however, one of the demon generals walked across the room in a blur, and slammed the doors behind me.

Obviously, this poses as a bit of a problem. I, nor anyone in the world for that matter, would or should feel comfortable in a room filled with supernatural beings. And I would be exaggerating right now, if I told you that I was completely fine, and that my underwear was still dry.

Yeah, I think that final slam of the door, made me finally realize the shit that I had gotten myself into. If only I could blame Nick, right? Hah, if only.

"Quite curious," the demon who had shut the door was now right next to me, an arm twisted around my waist, and a hand holding mine in his.

"I believe we have had our share of visits from that wretch Agatho." The handsome demon smiled slyly at me. "But I don't think that we have ever had a human as our guest before."

Ever been held in a demons arms before? No, well despite how it may sound, its terrifying.

Okay sure, this guy was obviously a looker, but holy fuck. If he wasn't considerd scary, then I wanted to see Hells version of angelic. How iroinic right?

On a side note, why the fuck didn't I think about going to heaven? At least then, I'd have a better chance of not becoming some demons sex slave. I'm sure that they have a number of sadists in Heaven, but still.

"Indeed Abdiel. I too wish to know this individual, who had no qualms in slautering my servants. Revivng them shall be quite troublesome, indeed." A tall demon stood from his throne, at the end of the table. His long black hair fell from his shoulders, flowing down his back. Scarlet eyes laser focused in on me.

Abdiel though? Where had I heard that name before? It sounded oddly familiar. Maybe I had read about it somewhere?

Hmm...Abdiel, Abdiel...