Hell's Angel

Chapter 3 Lucifer

"Boy, you knock on the devil's door and he will head slam you through the wall."

― Sherrilyn Kenyon, No Mercy

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Most of the time I don't hear the screams, because I have grown so used to it.

But every now and then I like to stop, close my eyes, and just listen.

I hear the screams, the shrieks of agony that I cause.

It's lovely feeling, really, knowing that I cause all that screaming, shrieking, and begging for mercy.

I am having a moment of listening, when Zayn appears by me. I know what you're thinking. How do you know? You have you eyes closed?

Yea? Well I am just that amazing, fucking deal with it.

"Zayn!" He sighs. I snap my eyes.

"Yes, Louis?"

"What was wrong with the body?"

"The angel bitch was there, mourning or some shit." He crosses his arms. Anger boils inside of me.

"What the fuck was he doing there?" I put my hands on my hips.

"Dunno, he's a bitch though. Tried to scare me with his wings. Ha!"

"Ugh, I hate him." Then I feel a presence walking towards us. "Fix you hair." I command. He rakes his fingers through his hair, giving me a weird look. Then Liam turns the corner. He has blood spattered on his shirt and a couple of drops on the corner of his mouth.

"Oi! That was downright nasty, worst I've had yet." He frowns, and wipes some of the blood off of his mouth. Zayn mouths thank you to me and then turns to Liam.

"I still don't understand your need to drink blood, it's horrific." I roll my eyes at Liam.

"You live off of pain, I don't wann hear it." He turns to Zayn, "Hello, ruggedly hadsome man. Oh did I miss you, and your hunting skills today. This one was a runner. Quite fast too." Zayn hums and puts his arms around Liam's neck. He licks the drop of blood Liam missed, then they have a full on snog session. I cross my arms and clear my throat, after Liam puts his hand under Zayn's shirt.

"Could you maybe, oh I don't know, go snog out of my sight. I don't wanna see my demons get all frisky with each other. It's worse than your need to drink blood, Liam." I roll my eyes, again, I feel like I do that a lot around them.

"Sorry, we will be in Zayn's quarters if you need us. And please only call us out for a legit reason, no more cock-blocking." Liam frowns, as he probably remembers the last time I stopped them in the middle of their frisk session, and sent Zayn out on a mission.

"Yea, yea. Whatever." The run off, Zayn smacking Liam's ass as he passes him. Ew, just ew.

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