forum Demons of Hell (Closed, but stalkers are welcome~)

Started August 08, 2018 by @Vuclan-is-tired

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Zackary studied him through his cold gray gaze, saying nothing. "Why are you grabbing your head like that? It's quite noticeable." He clicked his pen a couple times, still feeling exceptionally nervous.

"None of your damn business." He growls lowly, hissing at the slight throbbing. His mothers screams, plus of those he had killed or could not save starting to echo in his mind, "Not like you should care, anyways." he mutters, rolling his eyes slightly.

"I think I should care about the hitman who offered me mercy. You're not like the others, and I appreciate that." Zackary didn't grin, though he felt a rush of affection and appreciation for… whoever was standing in front of him.

"It's just a headache…" he mutters, "They hit me like a truck and disappear after a while. No big-" He grunts in pain when the screaming reaches an octave higher. His fists clench at his side as he tries to focus on his breathing. He was starting to feel lightheaded. He growls slightly, keeping it together. He needed to get home, fast. Or at least, the worst case scenario is staying at a nearby hotel. His eyes close as he tries to relax. 'Easy…' He thinks to himself.

Zackary stood and rummaged through his bag. "I have some medicine, hold on…" He cracked open a handy bottle of Ibuprofen and tipped a few pills in his hand. He grabbed a Figi water bottle (which Jace requested, but Zackary could just stop by a gas station or something later) and walked over to Seth. "Hey, here." Zackary shoved the water bottle under his arm and took the other's hands carefully, and tipped the pills into his palms. "Here's some water." He handed Seth the water bottle.

Seth was in complete and utter shock. He nods meekly, all arrogance gone as he gratefully takes the pills and the water. He takes a sip of water before swallowing the pills and downs the bottle. "Thanks… he says, rubbing his head. He grunts in pain, stumbling a little. How the hell is he supposed to get home? His dad'll be furious if he sees his son like this, and not even finishing the job… He sighs softly and sits down, continuing to rub his head.

Zackary took a leather wallet out of his pocket and gave the other a few hundred dollar bills. "There. I know how tough it is in Hell. Get… someone close to you something nice." Zackary put his wallet back swiftly into his pocket and recollected his groceries as if nothing had happened. He paused to put his pen back into his belt.

(I'm gonna go soon i'll be back on tomorrow)

Okie//

He sighs softly, then stares at the money, "I don't need money." He says, even though he really did. Sure, he was a high ranking demon with a very rich father, but he wanted to work for his money. "There is no way I can take that… Besides… I don't really have anyone." His headache is a gentle throbbing now, less pain in his head. He stands, brushing himself off. "Seth." He says, extending his hand.

Zackary waved his hand. "You will. I have my son, and he's all I need." He sighed. "Until my demonic stature takes over once again." He took his hand. "Zackary… but I'm sure you already know my name." He grinned a sharp-toothed grin.

Seth chuckles, "Yes, I did know that."He hums in thought. "I wish you and your son well." He says, smiling a little. He shakes it, his grip firm, but not to the point of breaking the hand. He chuckles softly, "Well, I bet you have a son you need to get back to. Sorry for wasting your time." He says, releasing Zackary's hand.

Oh! What is Seth starts like, keeping an eye on Jace? At first he just wanted to see Zackarys kid, but then he starts watching over the house and everything, keeping the kiddo safe and such//

(That would be great! like yas yas)

Zackary shrugged. "No fights no grudges." He shrugged nonchalantly. Zackary's face passed in a look of worry. "The babysitter gets off at seven and it's six thirty right now… Do you know if there's anyone after me? I can't really afford to lose so much time."

Oki, how old is Jace btw, cause if he's like, 5 or something, he could call Seth his demon friend or something//

He nods, "Yeah, clean slate, right?" Seth thinks for a moment, then chuckles, "No, not really. They usually stop hiring once they hire me. If you'd like I can walk ya." he teases lightly. He leans back casually against the wall as he watches the other curiously.

(I was thinking like 7 or 8 yea)

Zackary shrugged his shoulders a little higher up so his bangs fluttered in his face. He wasn't sure if the other saw his scar yet, and he didn't really want him to see it. "I suppose you could. I don't care."

He chuckles, "Four eyes are better than two, right?" He teases lightly. He was in a strangely good mood. He had noticed a small bit of the scar, but he didn't mention anything in case the other was uncomfortable about talking about his scars, he knew was was easily embarrassed, or just ashamed by his scars.

Zackary nodded mutely feeling quite odd. He looked around; he hadn't felt this way in a while, and he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
"Shall we go?" He heard himself say.

Seth shrugs and nods, "Yeah, sure." He leaps from the building, using his scythe to help him slow down before he splattered across the pavement. He hums as he waits for the other. He smiles slightly. But he felt something different. He had only felt it once before, but where the before was, he couldn't tell.

Zackary swept off of the top of the building carefully, using a beat from his gigantic wings to hold him for resistance. Once he landed they faded away quickly so no shape was visible. He trotted over to Seth and nodded.

Seth stared at the others wings with longing. He had wings once… He shakes his head, drawing himself from the memory. "Shall we go then?" He says, bowing politely. He chuckles lightly, running a hand through his pure white hair.

"Yeah." Zackary started walking after looking up and down the sidewalk. He walked at a quicker pace now that he wasn't being followed and occasionally looked around. Eventually, the path lead up an earthen path to a homey little cottage.
Zackary pulled his keys from his pocket and went to unlock the door before it was thrown open in Zackary's face.
"I QUIT!" A woman shouted. She was short with straight black hair and pearly glasses.
"Wh-what? Erika, you can't quit! I don't have anyone to cover!"
"Make him do it or something!" She shouted ecstatically and pointed at Seth over Zackary's shoulder, "Just not me! Not anymore!"

Seth hums as he walks, glancing around. He rarely ever visited the human world, so this was kind of exciting. He kept in pace with Zackary. He smiles at the comfortable little home, 'This man is more modest than he appears…' He thinks silently. And then the door is slammed open. As the woman yells ferociously, he growls lowly. He hated it when people yelled. Make him do it? Do what? "Miss, please calm down." He says slowly, his purple eyes glinting slightly.

Erika glared briefly at them both and stormed off to her small Saturn-brand car. She drove off and Zackary sighed deeply and dropped his posture.
"Damn…" He sighed and walked into his home, for his expression only to be turned into one of a very happy man. He scooped up his rather tiny son up in his arms who was quietly exclaiming, "Daddy, you're home!"

Seth hesitates at the door, unsure if he was welcome in this happy little reunion. He glances outside, watching as the female, Erika was it? left. He sighs lowly, watching the father and son. He was quiet, glad he had decided not to kill Zackary, he couldn't deny how happy the young boy was to see his father.

Zackary set his son down carefully and looked over his shoulder at Seth. "Jace, this is Seth."
Jace beamed up at him with normal human teeth (not habiting Zackary's sharp ones, that is), his light gray eyes sparkling. "Hello, mister!" He squeaked happily, holding Zackary's free hand.

Seth kneels down, "Hello, Jace." He says kindly, ruffling the little boys hair. "It's a pleasure meeting you." He says sweetly. He adored kids, that was no secret. He spoiled them rotten, sure, if they misbehaved he'd take care of it, but he was nothing but a sweetheart to young kids. He chuckles lightly, "Your daddy has spoken very highly of you." he says, smiling softly.

Jace smiled sweetly and sat down on the ground, reaching up to fix his hair.
"He's six, but he looks to be about four." Zackary purred affectionately as he lifted up his son. Another look of worry passed over his handsome features. "The pediatrician's worried he won't hit the growth curb on time. So he might be a short teen."