"Hey, Billie, what are you doing today?" Tré asked as they left away from the window.
"Nothing, nothing," Billie said, already turned away from Tré. He sat down by the fireplace and started a fire.
Billie stuck his hand into the fire. Tré was horrified to see him just stick it in there.
"BILLIE, NO! THAT'S FIRE! I THOUGHT YOU LIVED IN THE 1800'S NOT 1800 B.C.!" he yelled rushing over. Billie stayed quiet and focused. After a few minutes, he pulled out his hand quickly, holding a small, orange flame. Tré stared as Billie rose his other hand and started to make the fire flicker more and make patterns. Eventually, Billie blew out the small flame and looked at Tré with a smile.
"That was fucking fun," he said, before his smile grew into an evil looking smirk, "your turn, Tré."
Tré jumped and tried to run away, but the taller demon already grabbed his arm.
"N-no, Billie, I-I'll get hurt!" Tré said as Billie made him sit by the fireplace. Billie grabbed Tré's hand and stuck it in the fire, before Tré yelped from the pain.
"I TOLD YOU I'D GET HURT," Tré yelled moving away from Billie. Billie just smirked and pulled Tré right back to the spot. Billie stuck his hand into the fire, pulling out a small flame, holding it out to Tré. Tré stared at the flame, amazed at how the demon held it without problems. So amazed, he didn't notice Billie grab his other hand and put it in the fire. He didn't notice until Billie closed his palm and looked at the fire. Tré looked over too and saw Billie pulling his hand out of the fire, holding a small flame.
"What's your favorite color?" Billie asked, breaking the mutual silence.
"Green..." Tré said, just staring at the flame in his hand. Billie rose his arm and started to play with the colors. It went from orange-y yellow to a red to a dark purple to an indigo to a light blue and finally resting on a neon green. Billie smiled and looked up at Tré seeing the sheer amount of shock and interest in the fire.
"Watch this," Billie said, starting to morph the fire into shapes. A star, a rainbow, and so many bright shapes. The last shape was a heart and it was bright pink.
"Blow it out," Billie said. A small part of Tré didn't want to blow it out, but he listened and blew at the heart, causing it to explode like a firework and tiny hearts fluttered around, burning out into the air. Tré smiled and was so enchanted by the demon's powers. He didn't even notice Billie leave as he wanted to do the fire thing again.
"Hey Billie- Billie?" Tré asked, looking around, not seeing the taller demon. He realized that Billie had gone to see Mike.
That lying demon...
--EN: GUESS WHO'S BACK, BACK AGAIN? EDITOR RIN IS BACK, TELL YOUR FRIENDS. sorry about that. please give the chapter, wine and love, it's a great chapter ~ rin--
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Fanfiction"You aren't supposed to be up here." "Listen here, pretty boy, I'll go where I wish, when I wish, so, how about you come with me and we can both ditch this place." "Go away."
