Druggies Cant Die (boyxboy)

Stalker Concealed In Plain Sight

!Note!: I'm back. Were you waiting? I'm sorry, I really am. I hope you enjoy this chapter though~

I fear that this will be the first time of many, in which I will see a legitimate look of horror on Raven's face.

Raven has such a confident energy, that even pondering on the idea that something might actually scare him, made me just as afraid.

This demon that Abdiel asked us to deliver his letter to, he also shared the same look of panicking dread in his features.

A calm demon unnerved me, sure.

But a demon that was scared of something? Fuck no. I didn't care where I had to go to get it, but I'd like one train ticket home please, because this shit is fucked up.

I don't even know what we are really here for anymore. It seemed like Hell had its own problems going on right now, and one part of me wanted to be included.

The other half still realitively liked their life, and they wanted to make it back to the world of the living.

I just wasn't sure which side I was on just yet.

And judging by the expression that Raven is still revealing, he wasn't really sure what was going on either.

If I were a demon in Hell, I would expect to be notified about everything that is going on. Especially if its serious enough to almost make a Demon Prince shit his pants.

Myabe, and this was just a theory, but maybe Raven didn't always thrive in Hell.

I know, it sounds crazy right? But what else could this mean? The crazy rude, douchebag Prince that Raven hates, didn't even tell him what was going on. And whats worse, his own master, Abdiel himself, didn't tell him anything either.

Which could only mean 1 of 3 things:

1. Raven was a lesser demon, which couldn't have been possible.

2. Raven was a new born demon, so he still wasn't considered high ranked enough throughout Hell to receive any such information. Which also wasn't possible because he told me that he was over 2,000 years old.

Or 3. Raven had in fact been someone else, and he had not always been a demon.

And so far, all signs pointed to the last theory. Other than keeping his name a secret, what use would I get out of revealing a demons dark past?

Sure he had no relative reason to tell me his business, but why did he have to be so secretive, and sensitive about it?

What exactly was he hiding, that he absolutely didn't want for me to know about?

Now I get it. I have my own shit from my own past that I would prefer to leave in the darkness, and maybe that isn't good for my mental health but y'know what? I'm already crazy enough to travel to Hell to look for my dead best friend for fucks sake. So there really is no going back when it comes to this level of being mentally impaired. Of course, no offense to anyone who suffered things like this, and I'm not trying to trigger anyone either. Like I said before, my life is filed with clichés and you're just going to have to deal with it.

Anyway, aside from that, Achmetha our headless chauffeur had so humbly dropped Raven and I off at a pub of some sort. I didn't know why we were here, Raven just whispered something to the severed corpse, and we were off.

"Raven?" I chanced, glancing at the demon as we stepped out of the van.

"What are we doing here?"