Blue Angels And Red Demons

3

I close and lock the door behind me, I hope Tom doesn't try to escape.
Psh. What am I saying if course he will.
As I'm walking down the hall, I bump into Pat. "Hello red leader." He huffed.
"Hello, Patryk. Can you keep an eye on Tom, I'm heading out." I say, a demanding tone in my voice.
"Yes Sir." He replies.

I reach the front gates of my castle, and open the metal bars with ease. I sigh as I light a cigar, breathing in the smoke. Some people say it's bad to smoke, I say I don't care. I know a stupid response, but the stress of being the leader of a whole world full of millions of sinners is unbearable.

As I walk past crowds of people they either  look surprised or glare at me. I hold the same smug expression their hate encourages me to continue, why? I like seeing people in pain.

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Tom Pov

I freeze.
"Listen, Red Leader told me to keep an eye on you, and he specifically said to not let you escape." He snarls.
He harshly grabs the Back of my hoodie, whimper in pain as I'm slammed against the wall.
"Ouch. That would have hurt, Pat why do you have to be so rough with the leaders pet?" Another voice chimes in.
"Red leader said, I could do anything I want to stop him from escaping." He chuckled.
"No I didn't." Tord growls as he opens the large doors.
"Oh Tord, didn't see you there. Sorry, your prized possession is a bit damaged, he tried to escape." Pat retorted.

Tord's glare shifts from Patryk to me. He grabs my collar and mumbles a few swears and growls loud enough for me to hear, you're a 'bad dog'.

I'm dragged through the hallway, and thrown into Tord's bedroom.
"Mind explaining yourself?!" He yells.
I shake my head and look down at the floor.
"No! I'm not taking shit from that answer!"
I flinch in fear, is he going to hit me?!
"You are living in the most protected place in hell! Why would you want to leave! I treat you like a god!"
"I-I'm sorry T-Tord." I yelp.
"I shouldn't have tried to leave, I am a bad dog.." I added. (Just a heads up, Toms Lying.")
"But you did try to leave me! You have no idea how lonely is it here!" Fangs where forming over his teeth.
Holy pug in a pizza box. Horns were appearing on his forehead, then I saw dark red feather wings appear from his back.
"Your amazing.." I blurt out.
I reach up to touch Tord's wings, but he flinches away. I see a large scar along his right wing.
"What happened?"
"My father happened."
"T-Tord I'm so sorry!" In an instant I found myself hugging Tord.
His wings wrap around me, "Does it hurt?" I question.
"It's a scar Thomas." He giggles.
"O-Oh yeah.." I blush in embarrassment.
"Can you fly?"
"What kind of question is that?! Of course I can!" He laughs.
His giant wings flap gently taking us up to the ceiling of his room.
I hug him tighter,
"This is nice and all, But can we go outside."
"I wish I could take you Thomas, but I'm afraid not.." He replies gently.
We float to the ground, landing on Tord's bed with a gentle thud.
I snuggle a little bit closer to Tord.
"Your a lot nicer than the angels. Why is that?" I ask.
"I find you fascinating, extraordinary in fact, I'm going to do what ever it takes to make you my lover."