You Left My Heart An Open Wound

Chapter 4

FRANK'S POV

Frank was in Hell again.

Brendon sat off to the side, cross legged on the ground, absent-mindedly tearing short brown grass up from the reddish ground. Frank was pacing back and forth, his hands literally aflame with the dark fire power of his demon-kin. He was excited and anxious, impatient and ready to return to the surface. But if he didn't wait until the just perfect moment, his whole plan would be down the drain.

Brendon rested his elbow on his knee and then leaned on his hand, his glowing orange eyes following Frank as he paced back and forth.

"Frank, you need to CHILL OUT."

Frank whirled on Brendon, the fire curling around his hands shooting jet black. Frank hissed, a forked tongue flicking over his bared teeth.

"Brendon, kindly shut up. I'm trying to think. I have a plan."

The incubus shrugged. "I don't get what's so great about seeing an angel. There are tons. They're always undoing demon acts and hunting us down and killing us."

Frank snorted. "I could tell this angel was different. His aura was much stronger. He must be some rare variety. If I can g-"

Brendon interrupted with a laugh. "You'll never be able to talk to him! He'll stay miles away from yo-"

Brendon let out a yelp of pain when Frank snarled and a jet of fire shot out and grazed past the incubus's shoulder. He scrambled away and fell on his back, biting his lip and holding his shoulder.

"Don't interrupt me! My plan is brilliant." Frank shoved his foot against the other demon's chest and growled. Brendon really didn't know when to shut up sometimes.

Brendon looked up at Frank and then cast his eyes to the side, allowing them to fade back to the color humans would see to show defeat.

"What exactly is your plan?"

Frank grinned and stepped back, pulling his boot away from Brendon's chest.

"The Master is pissed at me, right? Well, I figure if I get that angel to renounce his affiliation to God or whatever, and give his wings and power to me, I can gift them to the Master Demon and he'll see that I can even make an angel as powerful as this one bend to my will. I'll be the first demon to do it, ever, when I succeed."

Frank grinned out over the landscape. "I'll break his spirit into pieces and destroy his morals. He'll WANT to give everything to me. I can feel it. And if he puts up a fight..." Frank turned his wild orange eyes to look at Brendon. "Then that will just make the game I play more fun."

The incubus's eyes widened.

"You know how many demons will want to do that once it gets out that you're doing this...?"

"You won't tell, Bden. Right?" Frank narrowed his eyes slightly.

"No. But there are demons other than me in the city. They'll see. This stuff always gets out." Brendon scoffed.

"I'd like to see them try to get through me. This is my prey. They won't touch that angel, not until the day I burst into dust and disintegrate."

Brendon sighed, and got to his feet. "You know she's gonna find out, Frank."

Frank looked out over Hell again. The rolling, barren, desert-esque fields led to the Dark Forest, full of huge, blackwood trees that stretched taller than buildings. Pools of bright green acid and fire dotted the plains, and above the forest on the red spine of the Teeth, the mountains of hell, was the capital. The place where all the demons lived. And there, on the top of the tallest mountain, was the castle of the Master Demon.