The Unholy War

1

Somethings in your life really never mattered to you as much as they did others. Everyone arguing over religion, did it really matter which god created what? Like seriously? Wars over fictional beings, give you science and facts, something to hold on to. Maybe that's why you attracted the attention of them.
      When your friends would ask you what you believed in you told them things you could see and hold on to. Rocks, trees, gravity, hell anything but God, Satan, angels and demons.
     To your oblivious state angels and demons walked around you everyday, going about their own business trying to save or damn every soul that they could. An occasional scrap would happen, those scraps usually resulted in all out war on earth disguised as something else.
"Man, don't even. Trust me many have tried, but she ain't biting on it." Sam hissed at Bucky.
"Oh, then you boys don't know how to work a lady." Bucky smirked, his eyes briefly flipping black before returning blue, watching you from a cross the darkened bar.
"Oh you think you can bring her soul to hell?" Sam scoffed crossing his arms in front his chest watching as you took a sip of your drink.
"I'll not just bring her to hell, but I'll have her begging over and over to join." He replied, licking his lips, watching as you tilted your head back with laughter.
"You get her to hell and I'll do your soul count for the next century." Sam laughed, Bucky's smirk widen, win win for him. He'd get to ride you into hell and wouldn't have to explain why his quotas wouldn't meet up with what the big boss man had planned.
"It's a deal, Falcon." He sneered, tilting his drink back.

On the other side of your table, the other far side of the bar sat Steve and Clint. Steve had been watching you for hours.
"Man, we've been over this every weekend." Clint sighed rolling his eyes. "She doesn't believe."
"I don't care, she's simply stunning." Steve breathed, as you smacked your friends arm frantically with excitement.
"We're here to convert, not socialize." Clint groaned rubbing his eyes.
"And why can't we just socialize with them?" Steve sighed deeply looking back at his brother.
"You know why, heck, you know better then me since you were created before me."
"It's just.. there's something about that one." He strained, looking back to you.
"Fine, go talk to her then." Clint stated extending a hand towards you as your group stood.

The night was coming to a close as you and you friends were getting ready to leave. It was your weekly girls night, a time for the four of you to get together and destress. It was also time to catch up in each other's lives.
You shrugged on your jacket as a man approached you on either side.
The one to your left was tall dark and handsome. His features were rugged as his stormy blue eyes held a glint of danger, and his black leather jacket gave him a James Dean bad boy feel. The man to your right was tall as well and had crystal blue eyes. His light sandy hair was neatly combed, he was the definition of your all American boy next door grown up. The two were strikingly different in every way .
"Hey beautiful." The dark haired man purred as he came up to you.
"Hello miss." The other man said warmly as he reached you.
You looked to left and then to right, and back at your friends who looked amused. You rolled your eyes, and stepped forward to your girl's, before turning back to the men.
"Gentleman, let me step out of the way." You smirked turning on your heel and left with your girls.
"Come on y/n, at least they were cute this time." Sasha quipped.

"Demon." Steve hissed when his eyes landed Bucky, who smirked back at him.
"Evening feather brain." Bucky threw back at him, crossing his arms.
"What are you doing here?" Steve demanded, clenching his fists.
"Having a night out with the boys, checking out prospects." Bucky replied with amusement.
"You should go back to whatever hole you crawled out of." Steve spat at him, his body tensed as the demon took a step toward him.
"Calm down, sweet angel," Bucky cooed, stepping up next to the man throwing his arm over his shoulder. "Wouldn't want any of these precious mortals to be injured because you can't hold your temper."
"Get your filth off of me." Steve shrugged the others man arm off of him.
"Here's a better idea." Bucky lowered his voice, his eyes becoming blacker then midnight with no moonlight. A darkness so deep not even even the radiance of heavenly light could touch. "How about you step back and leave. Bars are much more my type then what your holy ass is used to."
"There are always souls to convert no matter where I am. Stay away from her, Spawn of Satan." He took a step up to the demon, they were squared off, face to face.
"How sweet, you think I'm his son. Fortunately for you I'm not." Bucky stated his body was tense, ready for a throw down. He missed the fight, it had been a couple decades since he had come this close to another of gods creations. "I used to be like you, till I saw the light. Tell me does dad still not do his own dirty work? Still making angels carry out the tasks he doesn't have the balls to do himself?"
That was it, the angel snapped. His fist collided with Bucky's cheek, the demons snapped his head back, a twinkle of excitement in his eye.

You flipped on the news the next morning, just letting the sound filter in the air as you got ready for work.
"At 1:30 am last night the Nighttime Dream, a local bar, went down in flames. The source was a faulty gas line, that was some how ignited by a pilot stove light." The announcer stated so casually you turned to watch the tv as it played the images of your favorite bar, that you had just happened to leave ten minutes before it went down in flame. "Sixty people died in the building as the exits became blocked by rotted ceiling beams."
"Holy shit." You exclaimed, a chill ran down your spine thinking how lucky you were. You continued to watch as the camera man panned the wreckage of the building. People had began to gather, and you saw him. The dark haired man who had tried to hit on you, his eyes were puffy and red. Suddenly you found yourself hoping the one made it out as well.