GERARD'S POV
I listened carefully as he rattled off the names of several bands, mostly punk, a few that were more of the metal genre- I was kinda surprised that he knew so many, but I guess even king of hell listens to music. I mean, immortality, right? Aaaaaand here we are, back at the 'holy FUCK what's HAPPENING?!?!' phase of things. I could feel my breath speeding up again, my brain going into overdrive oh my god there's a demon in my kitchen, except he's not a demon, he's the DEVIL, and i'm not even handling it well, contrary to popular belief, and- his hand is shaking my shoulder, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. "Hey, Gerard, man, snap out of it. You're fine. It's all good. Stay with me." I looked up from the burnt floor tile I had been fixating on, feeling my heartbeat slowing down a bit. He sort of awkwardly patted my shoulder before standing, pulling me up after him and leaning against the counter, looking me in the eyes. "Ok, listen, Gerard, i'm gonna leave now, and you can stay here and think about the deal, and i'll be back tomorrow at 2ish to talk about it. Okay?" I nodded shakily, pulling myself up onto the counter, and watched as he vanished into thin air.

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It's been about half an hour since Frank left. I've just kinda been sitting here, tapping out a beat from some song I can't remember the name of on the counter- a nervous tic. I just sold my soul for a friend, how fuckin' pathetic. At least he's got good taste in music, that's pretty rad. Sighing, I slide down from the counter and start to clean up the stuff from the summoning ritual. The candles are useless- who eve needs candles? Plus, the sheet is pretty much ruined from the paint, which has long dried. Shoving it all into the kitchen trash can, I stumble to the couch, wrapping myself in the blanket that awaits.

LORD OF THE EVERLASTING FIERY PIT'S POV
I land smoothly in Gerard's tiny kitchen...area...thing..whatever at..... like a few minutes after two? The apartment is silent and still. He could have skipped out on me- it's happened before. Kinda understandable, seeing as i'm the devil. I get a can of Coke out of the fridge, popping it and walking into the living room, looking for Gerard, and i'm probably a little bit more relieved than I technically should be to see him asleep on the couch. Smiling, I pull the blanket off of him in one smooth motion. "Rise and shine, motherfucker! It's two in the afternoon and time to chill with the devil!" His eyes flew open and he just fuckin' fell off the couch, arms flailing as he thudded to the floor. He was in the same clothes as last night, ratty black pajamas. He sat up indignantly, raking his fingers through his hair in an attempt to pull it away from his face. "Just cause you're the King of Hell doesn't mean you can fuckin' throw me on the floor all the time!" I grinned and threw myself onto the couch. "Friendship has no boundaries, good sir." He flipped me off and joined me on the couch, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders again. "It's too fuckin' early for this, Frank." "Gerard first of all it's past two in the afternoon. Second of all, I wanted to know if you're still down with the deal- like, am I gonna be sticking around?" He blinked, surprised, and shrugged. "Nothing to lose, right?" I cleared my throat loudly. "Umm, your SOUL?!?!" He shrugged again. "Like I said, it's good. I accept the deal." I want to know why he's so sure he's damned, why he thinks his soul is as good as gone anyway. But I won't ask, not yet, we barely know each other. So I nod and reach out my hand to shake his, feeling the little bolt of electricity that races up both of our arms. He recoils at the tingling sensation, but I sink back against the couch cushions. "So, what're we gonna do for the rest of your life?"

Notes

I know it's probably not as good as the first two but I wrote it at four am so sorry. Might update again later?