TordTom OneShots

Hell Talks

(Pt. 2 of Letter for Santa

This is just gonna be short

Enjoy~)

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No one's P.O.V

"Do humans always do that?" Tord asked as he was floating up in the air. He was looming over Tom who was cooking breakfast.

"Do what again? And do you mind? I know you have the ability to defy gravity or some sort but can you stop floating over me? I'm cooking." Tom replied as he gently placed the cooked bacons in a clean plate.

"No, you just finished cooking." Tord replied making Tom sigh in disappointment.

It has been 3 days since SATAN has become his boyfriend. For him, life became even more unbearable with the demon's non-stop questions and inappropriate touching.

But the demon had his own kind ways of showing Tom some kind of respectful gratitude.

Tom didn't seem to pay mind that Tord was SATAN, he just looked at him like he was an equal.

This made the demon even more interested in him. He certainly didn't regret leaving Hell for him.

"Those." The demon pointed at Tom's feet on the floor. Confused, Tom looked up to Tord, "what do you mean?" Tom asked as he turns off the stove and walks to the living-room, carrying plates full of bacons, eggs and a toasted bread.

"I mean how do you bear walking around being barefoot?" Tord asked obviously a bit disgusted by the fact humans bear with it while following Tom.

"Walking on barefoot?"

"Yeah, shouldn't you wear your shoes everywhere? It's hot walking around without shoes.." Tord added as he rests his chin on Tom's spiky hair to which he found very soft and comforting.

"As a demon or should I say.. as Satan himself, I pretty much assume the floor in Hell is hot or basically fire, Right?" Tom paused a bit as he sat down on his couch, placing the plates on the small table in the center.

"Well, Hell floor is different from Human floor. It isn't hot or cold, it's just alright."

Tord floated in front of Tom with his hand under his chin,

"Well... it's not THAT hot. I mean.. It basically melts everything it touches including some of the weak demons but nah, it ain't that hot. I've seen some souls melting everytime they try to escape their demon." Tord answered, Tom was just listening as he munches on the bacons.

"It's sad really, I mean their demon's are the only ones 'protecting' them. But the souls are stubborn. Always screaming as if someone was coming to help them. They basically asked to be in Hell when they were alive. Always doing things that aren't supposed to be done. So.. It's sad."

Tom swallowed as he felt his heart beat faster, the demon mentioned that he, himself was gonna end up in hell in the end. It made Tom's skin crawl,

"So I guess I'll get to meet my demon when I get to hell soon." Tom said playfully as he bit into his toast. Tord watched him eat, smiling to the Human as he said,

"Oh you already met him."

"What? Where?"

"In front of you. Aren't I your demon? Babe?" Tord cooed as he grin at Tom who just chocked on his toast.