Race to the Antichrist (A MCYT Angels AU)

Chapter 3: Already a Demon, Wonderful

Ten Years Later

Bad was arguing with little Tommy, who was a bit of a demon already.

It was a week after Tommy had moved house to a small town west of London. Bad, or Mr. Halo, was recently hired as the ten year-old's new nanny,

"You're just like my nanny before! I just want to go outside!" yelled Tommy.

"And I already said yes!"

"No, I know you stuffed my bag with oatmeal cookies and colored chalk!"

Bad had a good reason for doing so. Nobody likes oatmeal cookies so when Tommy gives them out, they'd have no choice to eat the cookie so they aren't rude! And what's more confusing then seeing a drawing on the sidewalk that wasn't their a minute ago?

The perfect plan.

Tommy didn't think so though.

"Give them to your friends! Draw on the sidewalk! Why are you complaining?" Bad reasoned with him.

"Fine!" Tommy stomped angrily at the ground as he took his cookie filled backpack with him outside. Bad watched him as he took his bike and rode it to the streets.

"Call me when you're coming back!" Bad yelled from the front door as Tommy went off. He didn't respond, but Bad knew he would call. He was called back.

What a bitch," Skeppy surprised Bad.

"Language!"

Skeppy has taken the, "kind young womanly neighbor" approach. He still wore trending outfits, this time a sun hat with flowery overalls. He had much more feminine features but kept his short hair.

Skeppy handed Bad a basket of fresh strawberries, "Here you go, give some to Tommy. Maybe he'll be sweeter if he stuffs them in his face."

Bad was annoyed by the remark but gratefully accepted the basket. Honestly, Skeppy was much more of a demon then he was.

"Still trying to get Tommy to give out cookies?"

"Oatmeal cookies, and yes. Still trying to get Tommy to help you with your garden?"

"Yup, kid's more interested with the bugs then the flowers."

Bad sat down at the steps of the front door and sighed, "He's already on the railway to hell, he better be not be the antichrist."

Skeppy raised an eyebrow as he sat down by Bad. "Isn't your side supposed to want the antichrist?"

Bad quickly corrected himself, "Well yeah, the end of the world's all I want!" A small voice crack happening mid-sentence.

The angel roared in laughter, before simmering down to a more serious tone. "It's gonna happen in a month, right?"

Bad nodded, noticing the seriousness. "One of them's going to reveal themselves as the antichrist and get to decide whether to destroy or leave the world alone."

There was a pause.

"What going to happen to us, Bad?"

"I think I'd be back in hell, and you in heaven."

"And if the antichrist doesn't destroy the world?"

"...hell's going to declare war with heaven for getting in the way, and earth's going to be caught in the middle."

Skeppy leaned back and took a flask from his pocket and downed some of it. "So we're fucked either way?"

Bad didn't bother to answer. He just nodded as he looked down at the basket of strawberries in his hands.