Daddy's Little Psycho {DISCONTINUED}

two

Tré couldn't get the demon off his mind. He felt bad for shoving the demon, but demons aren't supposed to be in Heaven. They'll taint the purity of the place. Tré eventually decided to go back to where he bumped into the demon.

When he got to the alleyway, he saw nothing but a small, black spot sitting on the ground. It looked like soot and looked as if it has been around for a few hours. He looked around to see if anyone was watching and teleported quickly to Hell in hopes of running into the same demon.

After a few hours of walking around and getting a few weird looks from random demons, he saw a familiar spiky black hair. He ran up to him and saw the green eyes that have haunted his thoughts for hours upon hours on end. The demon took a good look at him and immediately started to walk away.

"Hey! Wait up!" Tré called out.

"Fuck off, I'm not the one you're looking for," the green-eyed demon said.

"No I am, you're the one who went into Heaven ea-" Tré was cut off by a hand being placed over his mouth.

"No one is supposed to know that," the demon said, his eyes now an ominous red color. Tré felt his arm being pulled and the demon snapped. Tré closed his eyes, expecting some sort of torture. He opened his eyes and found himself in a bedroom. The demon smirked and removed his shirt, exposing huge black wings. The angel found himself not being able to look away. The wings looked beautiful, artistic.

"Heh, like what ya seeing?" the demon asked, putting on a redshirt. Tré blushed and looked anywhere but the demon.

"N-no," he stuttered.

"Billie Joe," the demon, who Tré guessed was named Billie Joe, said.

"Tré," he said back. The demon nodded and used his powers to force Tré to look at him.

"Why did you come looking for me, pretty boy? Why did you come to Hell knowing that the only way to get out was past Cerberus's gate?" Billie questioned.

"Well, uh, I j-j-just wanted to, uh, know w-why you were in Heaven, considering that, well, demons ar-aren't supposed to be up there," Tré stuttered out. Billie gave a smirk and let go of Tré's head from his power.

"You see, when you're down here, single and alone, every day becomes the same, so I decided to spice shit up," Billie said, starting to pace the room.

"You really need to tone down the cussing," Tré said, quietly. He saw Billie turn towards him with a similar red glow in his eyes as before.

"You really need to tone down the attitude, fucking angel," Billie said, getting closer. Tré felt threatened by the sudden change of atmosphere.

"Sorry-" Tré said, curling in on himself.

"Get out now, before you're stuck, pretty boy," Billie said, "trust me, you don't want to be stuck here."