Angel

We arrived at my uncle Mikey's house later in the afternoon. everyone greeted Syd with hugs, It was like a family reunion. Mikey led us all down into the basement, Syd of course was making comments about how creepy and child molester-like it was.

"seriously dude, you're leading us into your dark basement, it's fucking creepy," Sydney stated.

Mikey snorted, "it's only creepy if you're down here," he said, turning around and winking at her. She rolled her eyes and playfully smacked him on his arm. Nothing felt right at that moment, I was terribly dizzy. We finally reached the bottom of the steps and everyone settled in. I was sitting on a couch with either Ray or Syd on each side of me. Occasionally Ray would look over at me and give me a breath-takingly heart-crushing smile, which I would blush furiously at and look away. About half way through their discussion, I felt faint. I excused myself, and walked back up the stairs to the bathroom. There, I shut and locked the door.

I looked into the mirror. My reflected self looked tired and worn. I can't really see what other people see. I'm not beautiful, and my hair is naturally fucking fire-truck red. It like I'm bred from the devil himself. My normally emerald green eyes are blood shot and swollen, accented with deep purple bruises underneath each eye from lack of sleep. Turning the faucet on, I splashed cold water onto my face. I'm just so fucking dizzy right now... Maybe I should sit down? No... This'll pass, and I'll be okay.
I turned back around only to find myself face-to-face with a strange man dressed in all black. I was shocked at first, but I could have sworn I've seen him somewhere before. He had a round, slim face with a muscular chin and hollow cheeks. His hair was chocolate brown and bowl shaped. He had a shit-ton of tattoos, leaving just his face un-inked.

And it clicked.

"the fuck is Oli Sykes doing in my uncle's bathroom?" I asked, he stared back at me with empty eyes.

"I'm not Oli," he said in a deep, dark, devilish voice. His eyes flashed a deep blood red, I was in shock.

"who the fuck are you?!?" I demanded, summoning every ounce of courage I had, knowing I was probably going to regret this.

"Why, Angel, don't you recognize me? I'm your father," he said in his demonic voice.

"my father? How the fuck could you be my father! My fathers are Gerard Way and Frank Iero-Way! Now, get the fuck out of MY way!" I said, trying to push past him. Just as I layed my hand on his chest, I was sent backwards, flying into the wall behind me and producing a loud 'bang'. I lay on the floor, blood dripping from my forehead. The man who looks like Oli Sykes but somehow isn't, stood above me. He kneeled next to me, and whispered into my ear.

"Angel, my son, you could be great! You have power you wouldn't believe! You just have to use it. I am your father, I am Lucifer the almighty ruler of hell," he paused for a moment, gently stroking my cheek. I jerked my head away.

He began once again, "Angel, you are a king. You are THE king, you could be great,"

"king of what?" I spat.

He whispered into my ear, "king of the crossroads," With that, he disappeared into a black smokey mist.

Moments later, Gerard and Frank burst into the room, rushing to my side.

"Angel, are you okay?" Gerard said, kneeling next to me and cupping my face with his hands. He looked into my eyes, and I stared back at him. What had just happened moments earlier had not completely settled in yet. Frank was on the other side of me, he gave me a look of concern and worry.

"Angie!" Gerard said again, a bit more frantic. He accented his word with a slight shake of his hands. My eyes snapped back to him, and I reached up to grab his hand, pulling it away from my face gently.

"I'm fine, dad," I said finally. he pulled me into a tight embrace.

"what happened?" Frank asked, both me and Gerard looked over at him, then Gerard switched his gaze to me.

"I don't know, I was dizzy when I got up here-" I attempted to say, being interrupted by sudden nausea. I got to the toilet just in time, spilling my guts into the porcelain bowl bellow. Gerard held my hair back, and saying things that were supposed to make me feel better. None of them did, of course.
Shortly after that, we decided that we should leave.

I felt a strange sense of Deja Vu as Gerard got behind the wheel, Frank in the passenger seat, and Syd and I in back. We took off down the road and as we crossed a busy intersection, my stomach dropped.

No...

Notes

*emerges from a cave and shields eyes from light*

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