Doyle looks down to his watch, waiting for the rogue Demon hunter to be arriving. The time is 2:34 PM. The Station is a hard location to think targets will hide in. Many years ago this gray, vast deserted building used to be a Demon Police department. This so called Demon Police Department was set up to take care of business that didn't involve solving demon crimes, but dealing with forces not all demons wanted hanging around their turfs.
"Ya know," Doyle starts, patting the side of the wall. "This buildin' used ta be dah prime example what all demon police departments should be built like."
Paul rolls his right eye.
"So much for it bearing idolized." Paul grumbled, saying a word that catches Doyle's attention.
Has Paul been around Teenage Demons?,Doyle thought as he is caught by surprise, I must be a little too suspicous...Only one way to find out.
Eventually, a new demon police department was built after a big scuffle tarnished the deserted Police department's image. Everyone was transferred into the new building. Some demons say this scuffle was a gun shooting, wild and all more insane than Mexican drug-dealing cartel doing its business. A few demons say after the scuffle that demons (Or whoever) who fell in this event were destined to haunt the place.
"So... do you know this rogue demon hunter?" Paul asks Doyle.
Doyle shrugs.
"Not really." Doyle said, taking both hands out his pockets. He shrugs. "Dah ting is, we technically may have not met...face ta face."
Paul glares at him.
"Spirit or advanced technology?"
Doyle laughs, leaning his back on the side of the wall.
"No,no, no," Doyle waves his right hand back and forth.
Doyle explains to Paul how they met, in the most simple and probably logical way. Paul's jaw gradually drops as Doyle went on, the expression in his face is clearly a 'Say what'. Doyle went as far adding the experience in the Waiting Dimension. This made the greatest, logical assumption: This other Wesley came from a possible future.
When Doyle finished this comparison...Paul did not have a word to say.
Paul's eyebrows arched together similar to a hook keeping a worm on a fishing rod.
"Some of my Third Grader's had grandparents, who were Science Fiction Whiz's." Doyle said, with a whistle. He shook his head, smiling at some memorable event in his mind. He looks straight towards Paul. "I did not have a clue about Time-Travel until ten."
"Oooh." Paul said, rubbing his knuckles. "I understand this...somewhat."
From the side there's an rounded white surface glowing across from Doyle and Paul on the floor.
"I have no idea what dis is." Doyle shields his eyes.
Paul recognizes it.
"An Amateur doorway." Paul's eyes flash orange fo a few seconds then dye down to their original color. He takes a step away. "It is about to become messy."
The light from this growing portal burnt a part of Paul's shoe (Amateur doorways usually don't do that) and smoke drifted out of it.
Doyle morphs into his demon form.
"Humans do not fear light." Doyle makes a point. "And I know amateur doorways do not cause harm...Unless a copycat Demon stands near it!"
Doyle shot the stake into the Copy-Cat Paul.
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Angel - City of Fear
FanfictionDoyle didn't have much with him, even after death. If he even decided to make something else as a neat reminder of him it probably would have been gone in a night. An Irish, half-bred demon who received visions from The Powers That Be. Angel and Cor...
