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Started April 17, 2022 by Deleted user

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@Anxietyfilledcinnamonroll here we are!

I have been summoned >:)

Lol, yeeees. . . Evil grin
You want to start?

Sure! Kid falling out of the sky, I got you.

Lol, falling out of the sky is literally the best thing for a character to do.

If there was any rainy day to learn that all your prayers and pleads led to some human-like creature falling out of the sky; today was your day. Glancing up into the sky, one would think an asteroid was hurtling towards the Earth, but you would be sorely mistaken. This falling object was a blur of black feathers and flailing limbs. When it hit the ground near a high school, that was the moment of realization that it wasn't burning rocks from space but a 17-year-old blond teen with black wings. Popping his head up, he locked eyes with you and hissed. "Never flying in a storm again." He was a mess, mud dotting his face and clumping in his hair.

Erik jumps up, surprised at the fact that a boy - a literal boy - just fell from the sky right after he'd asked for help. He hisses right back at the boy when he hisses, then pulls out his dagger. Everyone else in the surrounding area vanished literally moments before the boy had hit the ground.

"I thought Heaven was short of angels lately, seeing as how most humans seem to be going to Hell." he says snidely, sitting back down and starting to play with the dagger.

"Though if you're an angel, you look like absolute shit." he adds.

Stefan crawls out of the hole he made with a sour look. His wings dragged behind him, the feathers drenched. He glared at the kid. "Do I look like an angel to you?" Stefan snapped back while seemingly trying to shove his wings back into a closed position. "I'm not one of those disgusting glowy creatures. Seriously, what is their problem? No one is that good." Rolling his eyes and moving a piece of blond hair out of his eyes, he stood over Erik. Stefan's expression wasn't a welcoming one. "What do you want?"

Erik rolls his eyes.

"Do you look- of course you look like a fucking angel. You just fell from the sky. Unless a fucking demon wanted to help me, which I highly doubt, since Heaven hasn't even bothered." he retorts.

"And what I want is for someone to burn the fucking school down that can't be targeted by the law so I don't have to graduate. What I need is to get my grades up so I can actually leave this hellhole and never come back. Maybe after killing a couple people." he says.

Stefan put his hands on his knees in a mocking gesture. "Aww, how adorable. You think I'm an angel." His tone of voice changed to a gruff one. "You are sadly mistaken, you sad excuse for a human." Standing back up, he was a noticeable 6 foot. He was wearing the clothing of royals, and his wings had disappeared. His eyes were a striking electric blue, the kind a husky would have. At his hip was a sword with a black blade and a hilt wrapped in leather. Stefan smiled mischievously as the word 'burn' escaped Erik's mouth. "I don't know about the other goody two shoe options, but I can burn a school down." His smile grew wider. "And I can kill many innocents."

Erik sighs and gets up, slamming the demon against a wall, cutting off his air.

"Listen, I don't care what you think of me. No matter what you tell me or come back at me with, I've heard it before. So either help me, or go the fuck away. And I'm pretty sure that since it seems like you fought Heaven to get here, you aren't leaving any time soon." he growls.

"And if you kill any innocents, I will turn your spinal cord into tooth floss and your intestines into Christmas tree decorations." he adds. He releases the demon, stepping away.

Stefan let out a demonic hiss when he was released. "A mortal such as yourself has no right to talk to me that way. I could slit your throat right here." He was brushing off his clothes when a psychotic look flared in his eyes. "Or I can have dad torture you for eternity. Wouldn't that be fun! Hearing your goddamn screams! I think it would be fun." He tried to scrape some mud off his face before answering the rest of Erik's threat. "I can't leave unless I find some portal to hell. I have no control over my powers. My insolent brother just had to murder me." He rolled his eyes and picked up a rock from the ground. "You can't stop me if I kill. Your threats mean nothing to me." Stefan threw the rock at Erik's face, hoping to fuck it up.

Erik laughs harshly.

"Oh, boo-hoo. Gonna go crying home to daddy to make everything all better. At least you still have a fucking dad, asshole." he snarls.

"If you're going to kill me you may as well do it. It would save everyone a lot of fucking problems, now wouldn't it? Oh, wait. No it wouldn't because I'd end up going to Hell and I'd have to deal with all of this-" he gestures to Stefan "-every goddamn day."

He smirks. "Oh, poor, poor you. At least he killed you, compared to years of abuse and shit like that. You want to see my scars? No, you don't. Do you want to know how one of my moms many loving boyfriends took a bat to my head and knocked out half my vision? No, you don't. You don't want to know, because nobody wants to know."

He knocks the rock sideways with a flash of movement and a loud clang! "Try harder if you want to hurt me. A rock ain't gonna do shit."

"Wow—a little bastard roaming the Earth. I don't care about your fucking problems. I don't need to go to dad to make everything better." Stefan leaped at Erik, pinning him to the ground. He gripped his wrists with force and pinned them to Erik's side. "I am not poor. I don't want to hear your pity talk. No one will pity you. That's why you were abused all your life. You really prayed to heaven to send you an angel?" He scoffed. "No one like you deserves an angel. That's why you're stuck with the devil's son." He shoved Erik's arm down with his forearm and grabbed his jaw with a powerful force. "Maybe you should die. It would save everyone from the sad excuse of human you are."

Erik smirks as Stefan pins him down.

"I am a bastard. And yeah, I figured. So why'd you come, if you're just going to kill me?" he says, tilting his head to expose his neck.

"Go on, do it. Make it painful, make it quick- just do it." he grins.

Stefan released Erik's jaw. "Humans who want to die are no fun to kill! You are no fun!" He punched Erik. "Fine! You snuffed me out, you little rat. A demon doesn't find a human to murder them. I found you to help your sorry ass for reasons I cannot disclose." Stefan got off of Erik and slid off his blazer. "You are so sure that you're going to hell. I can help assure you that fate will come, or I can help you try to get into heaven. You wouldn't have to see me at all!" He started to laugh. "Imagine! A demon helping a human get to heaven, how silly!" Stefan stood over Erik, looking him over and locking his eyes with his. "Looks like we both had to grow up fast. Now come on, boy, make a choice."

Erik laughs and is up faster than the demon can track, but the blow still connects. He feels his jaw for a moment, then shrugs.

"Death is prefferable to life in so many ways." he says, ignoring the "no fun" part.

"I thought so." he smirks,

"And I don't want to go to some over bright place full of prissys and goody two-shoes. Hell would be so much more fun." he laughs.

"What choice? I've already made mine."

Stefan rolled his eyes. "Hell, you're sick. You are a sick human. I like that. But for you, death will not be sweet. You will be tortured—I will ask to torture you exclusively. There is no escape unless you were a noble—or part of the royal family. Last time I checked, you were a human." Stefan knew he looked like a wreck. He needed to clean himself up. He was concerned about his looks and how Stefan presented his family name. Stefan could not be the prince of hell looking like a mess. But the other part of him told him he wasn't that royal. "Fine! But first, we're going to wreck this Earth—Although, I need to clean myself up. How can I strike fear in a human looking like I just escaped a deserted island? I am no fly lord."

(I GOT THAT REFERANCE!)

Erik smirks.

"Yeah, I'm sick. But at least I do't kill innocents." he retorts.

"I can take anything you throw at me." he snickers.

He takes a close look at Stefan, then goes to his bag. He pulls out a full gallon of water, walks back, and dumps it all on Stefan, effectively washing away the dirt.

"Clean." he says, laughing.

(Yesss! This bitch must be Mary Poppins, lol. Casually has a gallon of water)

Stefan gasped and shook the water off of him. "HOW DARE YOU! Now I am soaked! These fabrics are not meant to be drenched in water! What is wrong with you?" He glared at Erik. "Oh wait, those years of abuse must have gone to your brain. Now to have to air dry." He sighed and shook his head. "Then who do you kill? I know you do. If you don't murder innocents, then what humans are you killing?" Stefan was making a bunch of exaggerated hand moments. "I doubt you can take the torture of hell." He smiled slyly. "I mean, there are ways to get out."

(Lol, hydration is important. He does do weights, and is amazing at it. He also sweats a lot, so yeah.)

"Yeah, but you're clean, when you weren't. Be thankful I didn't drag you to a car wash." he snorts.

"Oh, I never denied that the abuse fucked something up in my head. I just haven't snapped yet." he retorts.

"I kill mainly rapists. Abusers. The annoying boyfriends my mom keeps bringing to the house. Tried killing my mom, but that didn't work out so great. I was 10. I've also killed fellow gang members." he laughs darkly.

"Oh, you really can't tell when someone is telling you they aren't afraid of anything anymore, can you? I suppose it makes sense. After all, you aren't even human." he grins.

"What on this green Earth is a car wash?" Stefan tilted his head. "You will snap, Erik—you will when I'm done with you. I will make you suffer more than you have on this Earth. After all, it was your choice." He laughed. "You think murdering those idiots makes you any better? Honestly, boy, what game are you playing?" Stefan sat on a bench and started to fix his blond hair. Despite being a demon, he looked an ethereal angel looking sadly at a sinner. "A ten-year-old murdering people—that is sad. I learned how to take a life when I was eight. You are not the worst conceived out of this generation." He looked up at Erik from fixing his hair. "Not afraid of anything, huh? Everyone has their fears. If I took your soul, I bet it would be a crimson fire with cracks running through it." The boy brushed off his bloodied knee. "Where do you even live? In a hole?"

Erik laughs.

"God allmighty, you're an idiot." he says.

He doesn't even question the fact that Stefan knows his name. "I'm already close to snapping anyways. Let's go meet mom, shall we?"

"It relieves the world of more filth. And Hell gets new arrivals." he shrugs.

"I learned how to use a knife at 7, I just didn't use that knowledge until I was 10. Some things you just need to learn." he snickers.

"Fears? To have fears, you need to feel pain. To feel pain, you need to have a soul. I lost my soul at the tender age of. . . 5? Which is when I realized I'm a goddamn half-breed." he says, disgusted.

He shrugs. "Close enough."

Stefan nearly choked. "HALF-BREED! YOU BETTER NOT BE!" He sighed. "No wonder you're damned. And no—I don't want to meet your bastard of a mother. Dad said she was a cheat and an abuser. I don't feel like getting my nose broken. Can she just die already?" Stefan shook his blood off his hand. The wound was no longer existent. "You can still feel the pain, Erik. You're just numb to it. It's like catching a wolf in the neck. It feels the pain but ignores its own suffering to save its life. You still have a soul—it's just lost its moral aspects." He went back to combing through his hair, smiling at Erik. "Do you actually live in a hole, or is that your figure of speech talking?"

Erik laughs humorlessly.

"I am. Half Prince of fucking Hell, to be precise. And yet I have no magic." he replies. "And why not? I can go kill her in front of you. And whatever boyfriend she happens to be sleeping with, as well."

They look at where the wound was, then smirk at Stefan's words.

"Cut me." he says.

"It's pretty much a hole." he says.