Demons and Non-Believers

Chapter One

        I watched the angelic man from behind my newspaper. He was kneeling in front of a homeless woman and her son. I could see the sins they had committed above their heads in red, almost like neon signs. The woman, her list was long with her life time sins. Mostly stealing, meaning she was probably homeless for most of her life. Her boy on the other hand, all I saw over his head was "fist fight". Looking closer, I could see the details of the sin. This child hit a boy for disrespecting his mother. A good kid. Damn it.

        I looked back at the man kneeling in front of them. He handed the mother an envelope, then each a Subway bag, ruffling the boy's hair as he stood up and walked away. I watched as the woman opened the envelope while wiping tears from her face. She lifted the flap and looked at the contents of the paper pouch. She put her hand to her mouth as more tears spilled from her eyes. She grabbed her son, who was already taking nibbles from his sandwich hungrily, and hugged him tightly. "Oh thank God!" she cried, "Thank God!" She clung to the boy as he struggled to get out of her grasp, and back to the sandwich.

        "Yeah, thank God..." I muttered, rolling my eyes, folding my newspaper up and standing on my feet. I tugged on my blazer to straighten it out, walking in the direction that the man went. Above his head was nothing. Whether I simply just could not see it, or if he just never sinned was unapparent to me. You see, both of those were only possible for his kind. An angel.

        I, being the grand King of Hell, was the only one who could see the sins of the beings and therefore, the only one to be able to separate the tortured and torturers. It also meant I was the only one that could truly pick out the angels in human vessels from the normal humans. That is of course, unless they begin speaking. They are such blatant and dull creatures. When I came back from my own thoughts, I realized the angel was gone. "Dammit." I cursed under my breath. I went into an alley way. I checked behind the dumpster in case someone was there. It was vacant. I backed up and snapped my fingers. In the literal blink of an eye, I was back in literal Hell. The sounds of screams gave me pleasure as they rang in my ears. Then my mind wandered again. What would the angel's screams sound like? I sat in the throne that I called my own.

        "Back from stalking that little angel boy?" my brother teased.

        "Shut the hell up, Mikey." I rested my head in my palm.

        "It seems that you keep losing him, huh?" he cocked his head to the side and smirked slightly.

        I hissed at him, baring my teeth at him.

        "Yeah, I've got those too, see?" he said sarcastically, parting his lips and showing his teeth at me.

        I rolled my eyes and slumped further into my grand seat.

        "Oh, c'mon, big brother. Don't pout. It's not kingly."

        I just sat there, not saying anything, my eyes fixated on a flame dancing a few meters away.

        "Oh, Gerard-"

        "Go away." I muttered.

        Mikey sighed, muttered something under his breath, and left.

        I was left to rot in my own sorrows.