Druggies Cant Die (boyxboy)

When Life Gives You A Creepy Demon Flute, Don't Play It

Okay so apparently, I was totally underestimating this field trip to Hell completely.

Supposedly, the only items you need to survive in Hell, were two very flashy and expensive pendants, and a fucking Legend Of Zelda flute.

Oh yeah, and a demon who REFUSES TO TELL ME HIS GODDAMN NAME.

"It doesn't matter how much you beg," Raven said with a role of his eyes.

"Telling you my name would-"

"-Be foolish and it would jeopardize the well-being of myself after you escort you and your sad excuse for a friend home." I mock-finished his sentence.

"I get it."

Raven just raised an eyebrow at me, showing very little interest in our conversation.

"You said it, not me."

Goddamn him! Sometimes I want to throw him into the literal Hellfire, and other times, he's not that bad.

Which is kind of sad that I can even say this, because I have only known him for about 8 hours. Maybe less.

"So, where the hell are we going anyways?" I finally decided to ask, after we had been walking for what felt like a damn eternity.

"The bus stop."

Oh yeah, that answers my question. For sure.

"When are you going to stop being such a vague bastard?" I asked, coating my words with so much sugar that it would probably give him diabetes.

"First of all, I am a demon. Human diseases cant harm me."

I just huffed, and rolled my eyes.

"And second," Raven said with an exasperated sigh.

"I'm not traveling with you so that we can become best friends. Just so you know." Raven put a thinking finger to his lips.

"Or as you humans say it, 'FYI'."

I nearly bit down on my tongue as I threw both hands over my ears.

"Oh my god, that's horrible! Never ever say that again!"

The black-haired demon smirked at his successful poisoning of my ears, and then quietly muttered:

"Doesn't take much to make you shut up."

Okay, fuck you.

And Raven's smirk just widened.

At one point or another, the conversation had dwindled, because as Raven commented:

"I had run out of things to retort about, for no apparent reason."

Fucking asshole.

And with the blink of an eye, voila! We had made it to the sad, dumpy bus stop.

At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if a hobo-demon popped out from underneath the sad bench that sat next to the sign.

Unfortunately, Hell wasn't that exciting.

"Is this it? Are we seriously about to ride a demonic bus?" I asked, blinking at the empty street.

Raven didn't reply. Instead, he just took the Zelda flute from his bag, and held it out to me.

I took it gingerly, and began inspecting it.

"Don't. Play. It." He warned, eyeing me suspiciously.

"Geez, I wasn't gonna until you said something." I smirked at the little bone flute in my hand.

"Now I think I want to."