Lucifer's Feelings Are Out Of Control

6: Everyone's Favorite Demon

(No, not Crowley. So yeah this is what our bad guys have been up to.. I mean bad guy. Woops, typo. Or not.. Who knows... *shrugs* So yeah that happened. I meant last chapter. And um, not going to explain any of that. This chapter will also be shorter than the last few ones so that's good. So hope you enjoy this chapter and be sure to comment! Until later...)

Malvo runs his hands over the table covered in dust. His meat suit's electric green eyes scan the room suspiciously.

"Sir?" A demon asks, walking up to him. Malvo turns to the other demon and raises his eyebrows.

"We were brought this by a someone and were told to bring it straight to you." The demon holds out a large, old box and Malvo takes it carefully.

"Do you know who?"

"No sir, we never got a name. The box was left by the door, sir." The demon bows slightly before walking out of the room.

"Hmm." Malvo frowns while inspecting the box. Setting it on the table, Malvo carefully removes the lid. Peering inside, his eyes widen.

"Well, it's been a while." He sets the lid down, his unnaturally blue demon eyes consuming the meat suit's eyes. Malvo carefully pulls out a dark purple book, completely unharmed.

"Still looking brand new, I see." Malvo mutters. The dark purple reflects off the light in the room and Malvo chuckles happily.

"Last I saw you, you were sitting on the bed wide open. And I was learning the last spell I could learn at that age." Malvo whispers. He opens it and reveals deep blue writing, but the writing was a rare, unknown ancient rune.

"Property of Maxlar Whishling." Malvo suddenly stops, and starts to pace, eyes still focused on the runes that said the name Maxlar.

"Max...." Malvo whispers, finger running over the deep blue ink. His eyes darken suddenly and he slams the book closed. Hands shaking, Malvo tosses the book onto the table with a loud bang.

"Maxlar why on earth do I have your cursed book?" Malvo hisses to the silence of the room. He screams and uses his demonic powers to toss a chair across the room. It shatters quite satisfyingly. He stalks back over to the table and rips open the book to a random page.

"I taught Malvo his first spell today: the one below. Mother told me not to, but I did anyways. He didn't seem to mind she said no. So neither did I. I missed him while he was away. But the first thing he did when he got back was come and see me. So I taught him the spell like I promised before he left." Malvo sighs and shakes his head.

"You and your own made up spells, Maxlar. They got you killed, didn't they?" Malvo whispers flipping through the pages of made up spells and diary like entries.

"Malvo still does not know the truth behind the spells. They are not real spells. He and I are special. Always have been. I have taught him to believe and am proud of him." Malvo shakes his head spitefully.

"Well, I know now. And you won't be so proud nowadays, will you?" Malvo slams the book closed again.

"Well, I didn't expect you to be so calm about seeing that book again." Malvo whirls around to see a taller man with lighter brown hair leaning against the wall. His clothes were old leather, yet in perfect condition.

"Maxlar...." Malvo whispers.

"You still look the same, you little demon, you." Maxlar smirked and Malvo rolled his eyes.

"It's been a while. How are you not dead?"

"I never died." Malvo scoffs slightly but was barely smiling. Maxlar grins back at him.

"It's good to see you again, little brother."

"You too."

"So, what are you up to?" Maxlar asks, walking up to his younger brother. Malvo inhales deeply and smirks.

"Let me tell you the whole story. Here, have a seat."

(TIME SKIP Y'ALL)

"So war breaks out and takes all. But gives something when the right love for the darkest is found. That's what you've been doing? Searching for the right love?"

"Yes. I thought I had the right love but apparently I didn't."

"And you are trying to take over the world." Maxlar added and Malvo nodded. He laughed slightly, shaking his head and zoning out slightly.

"You must have patience with these kinds of things."

"Just like I taught you. Surprised you still take everything I told you to heart."

"Well, I didn't, until I heard of your supposed death." Maxlar nods, understanding.

"I can help you. My magic has grown. I can easily trace this right love of yours and then bam! We rule together. Like when we were young."

"As much as I loved ruling together, we were little and playing. This is real. And there are obstacles."

"Is this a challenge I hear?"

"Quite possibly." Malvo smiles and Maxlar nods.

"You never changed."

"Yes I have."

"Really? I can't tell."

"I have these hunters on my tail right now. The Winchesters and their friends. And angels are on their side." Maxlar smirks, shocking purple eyes lighting up. He flinched slightly, mostly at the mention of the name Winchester.

"They won't be much of a problem once I take care of them. Don't you worry yourself, Malvo."

"Thank you, Maxlar."

"Anything to let our dreams come true and for destruction towards the humans who so rudely broke us."

(Haha, see KittyHazelnut you got your wish. Malvo and Maxlar Whishling. Brothers forever! Hope you guys liked this! Until later...)