Malachi's POV
After the angel left, Malachi sighed heavily.
Why do angels always have to get in the way of his fun?
All Malachi wanted to do was mess with some humans, but no.
Miss holier than thou couldn't let him take advantage of someone.
Now, he had to go back to Hell empty handed.
I guess the old saying was true; there really was no rest for the wicked.
Malachi snapped his fingers and left the alley with a ring of fire in his wake.
A few minutes later, he was surrounded by burning lava and the river Styx.
Ah.
Home sweet home.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Malachi. Why are you back so soon?"
He turned and found his best friend Ash looking at him.
Malachi smiled.
"Hi Ash. I'm back quick because some angel stopped me from stealing money from a human."
Ash laughed at this.
Malachi knew that he hated angels too.
"Wow. Isn't that just like angels though to get in our business?"
Malachi sighed.
"Yeah. They just can't keep their noses out of anything, especially when it deals with humans."
Ash grinned smugly.
"Damn if that ain't the truth. So what are you going to do now?"
Malachi touched his chin thoughtfully.
"Well, I already gave the angel intense pain for fucking with my fun. Which was very satisfying."
They high fived each other at that statement.
Ash nodded.
" Yes. I would have done the same thing dude."
Him and Ash have been friends for years ever since Malachi first came to Hell ten years ago.
They bonded right away over heavy metal and pranks.
The two of them loved pulling pranks on the humans in their world and causing trouble.
Malachi was a human before he came to Hell.
He was what the angels considered a bad person.
Human Malachi caused chaos wherever he went, having sex with multiple women, drinking and robbing people.
Which was why he died from getting shot during one of his robberies when he was 25 years old.
That was ten years ago.
Him becoming a demon was a given.
When Malachi encountered Hell for the first time, he was hoping for lots of beautiful women. Instead, he got a lot of dudes and Lucifer. At least, Malachi had Ash, though. Ash was always there for him and vice versa.
He said his goodbyes to Ash and made his way to his lair.
Malachi stepped inside his cozy little room with a four-poster mahogany bed.
He plopped onto the bed and thought about all of the fun that he has had in the past.
Malachi didn't want some angel to keep ruining with his good time.
He had to think of a plan.
There has to be some way to have my cake and eat it too.
Malachi continued to think until he eventually went to sleep.
He dreamed sweet dreams of torturing the humans until they cried.
Malachi smiled in his sleep.
I love messing with humans.
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