Evil Hearted You.

Michael...no last name needed, was the only child of the Devil, who decided this century to go by Gabriel just to piss Gabriel off. Well...he wasn't the only child, technically he had several siblings...they were just all dead. Not many of them survived pissing off their father. Also they were all either Alphas or Betas. Michael, who preferred Mikey, was the only Omega. You would think that this would be a problem with all the Alphas running around Hades, but his father had made it very clear that anyone that touched Mikey without his permission would feel pain unlike they have ever known. This didn't stop foolish ones though and because of this Mikey had quite a collection of skulls from all dimensions and planes.

"Here son, this is the one that thought tripping you was funny. Thankfully your eye frames are indestructible."

"Thank you father."

Mikey took the elongated skull with three eye sockets and placed it next to the skull that had six and no mouth to balance it out. He dusted the other one off and coughed as the red soot flew into the air.

"You're collection is growing."

"It is."

"What's wrong son?"

"Just bored. Wish I could meet a nice creature that wanted more than a little fun."

"Ah, you remind me of your older sister. She almost made it as long as you."

"When is the next one due to be born?"

"Oh man, maybe in a couple of earth days?"

"Sweet."

"Don't get hopeful though."

"I know father."

"You are a good boy Michael."

Gabriel ruffled Mikey's hair gently. He then left to his own business. Mikey sighed and flopped on his bed. He picked up his lesson book and started to read, wishing something exciting would happen in his life. He looked at the time and saw that it was nearly midday. He was supposed to meet his two surviving best friends for lunch. Pete and Patrick had an interesting outlook on life. Both lost souls turned demons, they disagreed about everything. Patrick was the stronger of the two with more of a "get over here or I will make you" attitude, while Pete preferred persuasion tactics. While both had brains...cause otherwise they would never have survived long enough to be his friends, Patrick was the more aggressive one by far. Pete kind of hung back and went with the more flies with honey idea. Together though they were unstoppable to anyone...except each other. Mikey's eyes switched from the clock to his calendar. He had an appointment with a local sadist. His father didn't trust anyone to give Mikey what he needed without trying to take more. It wasn't the same with a professional though. While in the moment Mikey was driven to heights of pleasure and pain, in the end it was payment and then home. He wanted it to continue beyond that. He put his book down and went to get dressed. As he was slipping his shirt over his head, his eye caught another date on the calendar. His 1600th birthday.

"Fuck, the party."

For the siblings that made it to 1600 his father threw a party to welcome them into society. It was a very human thing to do, but his father liked that kind of flash. He called it the good old days, but who knows how long ago that was. Either way, Mikey would have to be dressed up and presented to suitors...well those that thought they could survive meeting his father, and believed that they were good enough for the Devil's son.

Gerard, a 215 year old incubus with the face of a 17 year old angel and a body that screamed "SIN", had just fed. He was happy and felt good, having seduced (with very little effort) a rather sleazy high school teacher who had a thing for underage boys. Gerard had seduced him, fucked him, then fed off his essence as the man screamed to his death. Gerard always preferred to go for the bad ones, the evilness that ran through them tasted like straight whiskey, and gave Gerard a little high. Gerard stretched, arching his body off of the silk sheets...the life of an incubus was a good one at times. He relaxed back with a sigh of contentment and considered his own existence. Gerard wasn't often taken to introspective thoughts, but lately he'd been feeling like something was missing, but he just wasn't sure what. He was still basically a child in incubus terms, and was treated as such by many of his elders...that's why he rarely socialised with others of his kind, not that there were many left these days, demons had seen to that. Gerard did have one close friend though, another incubus called Ray. Ray was a few years older than Gerard, but they'd been friends for nearly 200 years now, and Gerard was grateful for the other man's presence in his life.

Gerard sat up then slipped naked off of the bed. His perfect pale skin practically glowed in the low, early evening light that spilled in through the dead teacher's bedroom window. He walked over to the couch in the corner of the room and retrieved his clothes. He pulled on his tight black jeans, then slipped his arms into the sleeves of his plain black button-up shirt. He did up four of the buttons and left the rest undone before pushing his feet into his black Converse and heading out of the room without a backward glance. Gerard liked his trips to the human world to feed, but it was time to go home now. He made his way out of the back door of the teacher's house and into the small, grassed yard. He stepped onto the grass, closed his eyes and whispered...

"Home."

He felt the pressure build in the air around him and then, with a soft popping sound, he disappeared from the human realm, and reappeared in his own apartment. He loved thought travel, almost as much as he loved sex.

For his entire 323 years Frank had been doing this job, but children weren't always as easy to scare as they used to be. He was a demon but he was also a Nightmare. He looked at the child that was standing across from him in the child's dreamscape and sighed. He growled deep in his throat and let the gold fire take over his eyes and bared his fangs at the small girl. She didn't seem impressed. Usually that was enough. He had to try a different tactic here. He grinned viciously and delved deep into her thoughts finding her greatest fear and bending the land around them to form a suitable dream. Her shrill scream filled the air. Frank found himself standing over the girl's sleeping form again. He'd succeeded in his task. He smiled and jumped out her open bedroom window to land gracefully on his feet. He heard another scream as she woke up. He'd done a real number on that one. Bob stood there waiting for him shaking his head. Bob was his friend. He was about a hundred years older than Frank and at least twice his size. He didn't take Frank's shit but was the first to protect Frank if an asshole demon got the wrong idea about the little Nightmare.

"Don't you judge me, it's fun to make them scream and she was being stubborn. Apparently her only fear is snakes."

He walked past Bob and they walked back into Hades. He knew he had a few others for tonight but he was tired and needed a minute. He'd gone to three houses in the last hour. He was bored most of the time but his job was one thing that still never bored him. He was known to be aggressive or get into fights just to break up the boredom too. Fights that Bob usually had to pull him out of so he wouldn't end up dead. The only thing Frank never pushed the limit on was Gabriel's patience. He knew better than that.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how's you?

So this is the first 3Way fic I've ever been involved in writing, and we're really enjoying writing it. We have several chapters written already and are constantly writing this, on top of all our other fics, so we hope you enjoy the ride as much as we are.

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