Until the lights go down

stories from planet daydream

Dallon was stressing out.
He was shoving all of his important things into his big suitcase.

He tried to pack the most useful or beloved items.
Yet Dallon being Dallon that turned out hard when his suitcase was already full.

"Damnit" mumbled Dallon under his breath as he took out a pair of Binoculars that he for some reason had packed

"Ugh, I'm so hopeless" he sighed as he once again began to pack and unpack supplies. Dallon was in the middle of deciding if he should pack his Doctor Who DVDS when his phone began too vibrate. Checking the voice number, he saw it was his best friend Brendon a rare pure blood incubus(who also went after guys sometimes) who the youngest son of the second in command chief of Hell.

"Hey Bren-" replied Dallon as he was cut off by Brendon's obnoxious opener.

"DALLY!!! YOU DONE¿¡"

"Jesus....Brendon, calm down. My parents might hear you and no"

"Well then hurry up buddy will yah?! Im getting bored of waiting for yah"

"Okay I'll call you when I'm done okay?!" He reassured as he whispered a quiet"bye" and ended Brendon's call and went back to packing and unpacking

Finally Dallon fitted enough stuff on his suitcase, his backpack and was holding his ukulele. His bass was back at Brendon's place (he also ran away from his family).

Dallon called Brendon again and waited for the other male too pick it up.

~Ring Ring~

"Come on Bren...pick up the phone" groaned Dallon as Brendon was not picking up.

Dallon waited for a while until Brendon finally answered.

"Bren, I've been waiti-" Dallon was cut out again by Brendon whispering nervously

"Dall, we got some trouble"

"What?! Whats wrong?!"

"There's quarter angels here"

"....oh no...." I mumbled

Quarter angels are the sickly angels that are not full angel or full demon, there just horrible mutant creatures that wonder around hell or heaven at night. If you come across one they'll immediately curse you.

So its better not too see them.

Dallon was silent. He had no idea what to do since he had never learned about quarter angels.

"Dall I know I way to get around them

"how?!"

"Well we turn into our demon form?!"

Dallon stood there still and quiet as he did not like to turn into his demon form

"No"Dallon Replied forcefully

"Dallon"Brendon replied sternly

Dallon whined" Brendon please there has to be another way"

Brendon sighed"sorry dude, its the only way"

Dallon sighed but agreed"OK Brendon"

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Dallon waited cautionaly by the main big door of his former house. The big grand door can only be opened from the outside making all of the Weekesonlen children trapped inside of the giant mansion. Only the parents know how to get out but that's a secret since they cursed the whole house to be only opened from the outside.

"Parents these days are getting way too over protective" mumbled Dallon as he was getting a bit restless

You might be thinking if Dallon is 18(he's 18 m8s) why is he still living with his parents if hes technically an adult? Well that's the bad thing about being a demon, Dallon is considered by his kind to be a newborn,since your only an adult when your 1800. Since Demons age slower than humans thats the legal adult age since 100 human years equal 1 demon year.