“And the angels who did not keep their positions of authority but abandoned their proper dwelling--these he has kept in darkness, bound with everlasting chains for judgment on the great Day.” - Jude 1:6

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I sat on my perch, waiting for the young boy to pass by. It was pouring raining, the only thing shielding me being my zipped up hoodie.

My body clock said he would be here soon, I sensed it, felt it in my veins.

I looked up and down the street, the beating of a heart ringing in my ears.

Within seconds, the curly brown hair and bright green eyes had walked right in front of me, whistling a tune with his iPod headphones in.

I swooped down, barely catching his attention. I stalked behind him, growing closer with each stepped. When I was close enough I put a hand on his shoulder.

He spun around and that’s when I made my move, my hand dug into his chest, breaking his ribcage, and grabbing hold of his heart. I gripped it tightly and pulled my arm out swiftly.

The boy fell to the floor, a perfect lifeless slump in the middle of a stranded road, a hollow puppet. God’s puppet. The one he had so much planned for.

I brought the heart to my lips, kissing it. Blood trickled down my chin.

“Drop it.” I heard a voice approach.

“Back the fuck up, this one’s mine.” I hissed.

“He’s worth too much, I need it, I’m growing weak. Drop it.” The voice demanded again.

It was a fucking Angel. I was so sick and tired of dealing with these bastards. The only way to kill one would be killing yourself in the process.

If we could live in ‘harmony’, it would all be alright. But we couldn’t.

Their business interfered with ours.

In order to be immortal, us demons must take the lives of those with the greatest potential in the world. And in turn, if we restore all the lives taken from the sick and dying, we grow strong. It’s a cycle, if we don’t restore lives, we lose power, strength, speed. And if we lose power, means of getting ‘food’ become difficult, eventually impossible. We lose our immortality, and essentially die.

The angels were the exact opposite, taking the lives of those with the least greatest potential is what they did. Criminals, drug addicts, cancer patients, you name it. I couldn’t tell which was more cruel, what we did or what they did.

Of course in turn they had to restore the lives of our victims to fuel their power. It was a sick sick plot, devised between God and the Devil.

Us demons, we can be bad, evil people.

But we were nothing compared to the angels.
They worse, never merciful.

In this world, looks can be deceiving.

“Drop it!” He growled.

“Hell no, the sooner your race dies out the better.” I spat.

“Says the man killing god’s favorite children.” He scoffed.

“As opposed to killing the weak and ill? The hopeful?” I glared.

“Shut your mouth demon!”

I stuffed the heart in my mouth, swallowing it all within seconds. It was another of our abilities, swallowing hearts whole. Quite morbid if you ask me.

“Better?” I flicked him off.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” The voice came into the open, no longer lurking in the shadows.

He was tall, in a black suit. He had long raven black hair that fell around his face and golden eyes that shined under the moonlight.

He had blood on his chin. He just fed and he’s going after more? Greedy bastard, I rolled my eyes.

The man walked closer to me, his eyes filled with rage.

He pushed me onto the wall, one hand tightly gripping my neck and the other unbuttoning my shirt.

“What are you do-?” I started.

“Shhhh.” He cut me off, placing a finger to my lips. Within a split second he pulled a blade out of his jacket and rammed it into my stomach.

I screamed, unable to breathe. He pushed the blade up and down, creating a messy incision, I screamed louder.

When he dropped the knife I fell to the floor in a heap, my hands shaking. I could feel the world spinning, my breaths short.

“Wh-Why would you kill me? You’ll die to?” I heaved over and coughed up blood.

“Oh no dear, I’m not going to kill you.” He chuckled.

“Wh-? I began but his fist rammed into my stomach again, exploring my insides. I began to cough up more blood, the pain becoming unbearable as consciousness was slipping from me.

“Ah- Found you.” He gleamed, pulling his hand back out from my stomach, holding the fresh heart I swallowed in his hands.

He stood up, examining it.

“Yep, pleasure doing business with you then. Goodbye.” He waved.

My vision was blurry but I watched him intently from where I was lying almost lifeless on the floor.

He hovered over the boys body, gently placing the heart back in. A big bright blue light shined through it, he was putting a seal on it, so that no one could remove it again. No one like me. The man’s arm got bigger and bigger, metallic in a sense. An even brighter blue light shined and the boy’s chest was sealed, his stomach raising up and down signalizing he was breathing.

The man stood up, his arm returning to normal. He glanced at me once before turning around and disappearing into the rain forever.

I was struggling to breathe, hyperventilating from blood loss. I was going into shock.

I closed my eyes, focusing on what was important now. It’d be at least 3 days before I healed enough to walk.

3 days without food.

3 days that I could lose my immortality in, to include the meal that was just stolen from me.

Notes

ELLLLOOO
this is my first frerard fic ever ever ever
I've read frerard stuff for a really long time but never thought to write one myself.
So I bring to you!
Judgement Day.

As i said in summary, this one goes out to all my past readers, whom I still love very much, that never got their goddamn Lanfred!