My Rebel Angel (Editing)

Bittersweet

Don yawned and shook his head vigorously, keeping his eyes on the road for 30 minutes. Mallory stared at the starry skies through the roof-less car.

"Where does your brother live?" Don asked. 

Mallory sighed, "He lives on Golden Meadow near Peppermint park. It's really far away."

The blonde man turned on the car radio and switched the channel to a music station. Rez patted Mallory's shoulders with his shaky hands, "Am I tripping, or am I really seeing glowing red eyes?" The rest, except Don, anxiously turned their necks to their backs. They saw the unholy creatures chasing them, hidden by the darkness of night and only revealed by the streetlights they pass by. 

It's the demon prince himself, Azazel, riding a matte black and gold car. The tail of the car suddenly combusted, illuminating the whole vehicle and revealing his grinning face. He sped up and drove by their car's side, bumping on them abruptly. He cackled maniacally as the group shrieked from almost being toppled over. 

Don darted his eyes on him shortly and commented, "Didn't I just run you over?" 

"Don't think I'll go easy on you and your friends!" Azazel yelled like a maniac.

"You're predictable."

"Hahaha! You are stubborn and persistent as I am." Azazel laughed, "You are really my son!"

Don briefly frowned with loathing and shook his head in denial. Mallory gathered up some strength to glare the prince of the underworld into the eyes. "Let's cut to the chase, Father-in-law. What do you want from us?" He shouted as he held tight to the sheathed of his weapon. 

Azazel guffawed and took a puff from his antique pipe. "Oh! Father-in-law! Hahaha! Humor me, Nancy Boy!" 

Mallory and Don glanced at each other as the bearded man wiped his tears of laughter. Their foe spoke up again with a more serious tone, "To make things more clear for you and my blonde boy, 

We need the one-of-a-kind son of the unknown demon and angel. It is concluded how powerful that being is, and we, demons, can use that unstable being as a weapon against Heaven! We. will. win! If we ever catch that creature, that is!" 

The gang almost hurt themselves as another vehicle crashed to their sides. It was full of Azazel's minions, who positioned themselves to jump over.

"Got any weapons, guys?" Don asked, focusing on the road. 

Roxette pulled out a sharp butterfly knife from her jacket, showing it off and almost cutting Rez. She sighed in relief, "I almost forgot I had these!"

"Watch the blades!" Rez rebuked, "I'm not the enemy!"

A minion jumped at the car's tail. Roxette stabbed it's hands off the car, making the foul creature let go in pain.

"How about you?" She asked. Her cousin didn't reply, turning around urgently and scavenging under the seats. 

Mallory slashed the upcoming minions and kicked them off the car. A hooded demon emerged and grabbed him by the arms. Luckily, Rez hit the creature with a metal baseball bat.

Mallory sighed in relief, "Thanks!"

"Don't mention it. I'm glad I didn't return this to Learone last month!" Rez uttered as he nervously laughs.

They fought off all the minions. The gang calmed down Mallory writhed in pain as a bullet pierced in his arms. Don turned his head angrily to Azazel. His father held a golden gun and gave a shrug.

"If you gotta do it right, you gotta do it yourself." The demon prince lightly said, then cackled mockingly to his angered son.

"You son of a bitch!" Rez yelled as he took a handkerchief from his pockets and wrapped it around Mallory's arms. More bullets were shot as they dodge and flinch.

Don had enough and gravely spoke, "Rez, hold the wheel."

Rez nodded meekly, jumped over the seat and drove. Don sprouted wings and jumped over to Azazel's car. Don blocked the bullets and sucker punched Azazel, making the vehicle swerve and crash into a lamppost.

"Don! Agh!" Mallory screamed with concern then groaned in pain. Rez stopped the car and watched the two fight to the death in the distance. Strangely, Azazel was holding back some punches and mostly dodged. "This is for my mother!" Don screamed angrily at the top of his lungs as he flung a quick strong jab to Azazel's gut. "This is for my best friend you killed!"

Azazel wiped the blood from his mouth and tackled Don into the ground. He held his son down with one foot and stopped to catch his breath. "Fool! After all this years, you  are still weak!"

He put weight in his step, making Don grunt in pain.

"Why would you want to learn empathy? It does nothing but weigh you down! You lost all your potential just so you can chase your sad pathetic dreams..."

Don spat out blood and shouted, "I don't want to be a psychopath like you!"

Azazel cocked his gun and pointed the gun into Don's forehead. Don could feel the cold steel of the pistol on his skin, his sweat running down his eyes as he stared Azazel down.

Blood dripped on Don's cheek as Azazel's eyes suddenly widened in shock. Azazel looked down on his chest and slowly touched the wound that stained his suit. His golden eyes  was filled with utter disbelief as he gradually turned around to see Mallory, stabbing him with the holy weapon.

"Bastard...." Azazel whispered, "How dare you.".

He crumbled down unto the ground, releasing Don from his weight. His senses slowly fade away, dropping his gun.

Don took his weapon and paused to resist the violent urge to shoot Azazel. He instead approached Mallory and hugged him. He kissed Mallory on the forehead as his breath stuttered.

Azazel's weakening voice calls out to Don, "What does that feel like, Don?"

"What? What do you mean?" Don asked, positioning his body to block Mallory.

"That..." Azazel pointed with his wrinkly fingers, "...Love."

Don stared at Azazel. It was surreal for Don that his father would ask such things.

"Everyday, I wondered what is it like  to ever love someone. To be heartbroken..." Azazel pondered, laying down on the ground. His face quickly became pale. "For centuries, I never knew."

Don spoke harshly, "I guess you would never know."

Azazel bitterly smiled and guffawed, mocking Don. His laughter steadily softens, turning into a struggle for air and consciousness. Complete silence followed afterwards.

Don turned around and grabbed Mallory to return to the car. Behind them the scene of a flaming car, furiously burning brightly despite the heavy rain along the body of a dirty dead man sprawled in the wet cement.