#geti

"Touya-"

"Dabi," he snaps. If he's going to be here, doing this whole 'demon thing', he might as well embrace it right?

Plus, he likes seeing the way his father's eye twitches when he corrects him like that.

"Touya," Enji snarls, his voice darker than the first time.

"What?" he answers, deciding not to argue with him any further. It's never worth it. For someone who's a prince, he doesn't have an awful lot of freedom.

'You'll love Hell,' his father had told him. 'As a prince, you'll be able to do whatever you want.'

What a big fat fucking joke that was.

There hadn't been one day down here that Enji hadn't bothered him. Dabi has lost track of how long he's been here, but he's seen Enji's face too many damn times so he's been here for far too long.

"Come with me to throne room," Enji demands.

Dabi rolls his eyes. He's comfortable in his bed, meaning he doesn't want to move, especially not for the sake of his father.

"Why?"

"Because I said so," Enji booms.

"Touchy," Dabi hums, swinging his legs over the bed, his turquoise eyes finally meeting his father's.

As per usual, flames cover the majority of his father's body. They lick at his face, covering his eyes, his forehead and upper lip. The demon probably thinks it looks intimidating and scary; something fitting for the devil, but Dabi thinks it’s dumb as shit.

Just like the rest of Hell.

He supposes it is fitting in a way.

"I don't know why you insist on acting like a child," Enji scoffs. "Perhaps I was wrong about you being ready." He mutters the last statement under his breath, as if he'll lure Dabi in and make him question what it is he said. The truth is, Dabi couldn't care less.

Enji stares at him expectantly.

"Alright, then I guess I'm not ready." He lays back down. Why not? Anything to make his father's flames flicker with rage.

"So you did hear me then."

"Yup," Dabi says, folding his hands behind his head as he stares at the cavern ceiling.

"Todoroki Touya," Enji snaps, the fire flaring up against his face and chest. "You will meet me in the throne room and you change out of this ridiculous get up. We have much to discuss. I will no longer tolerate your lazy behavior."

"Sure father," he hisses. Enji glares at him before he snaps his fingers, disappearing from the cavern.

Dabi sighs, running his hand down his face. On the list of things he doesn't want to do, talking more to his father is way at the top; above getting up, being active, living in Hell... etc.

But it's not like he can avoid the asshole forever. He’ll just snap his way back here if Dabi doesn’t show up.

Pushing himself out of bed, he stumbles towards his bathroom. He doesn't really think his get up is ridiculous, especially compared to his father... though he supposes the scars on his face are a bit... much.

But he likes to remind his father of what he did.

And maybe he likes to remind himself too. Every time he looks at his face, he hears his own screams, feels the flames of Hell searing into his angelic skin.

There's a small part of him that wonders what his father wants. It's not that he cares, but he wonders what Enji plans on bothering him with now.

He swallows, pulling in a long breath of air, letting the demonic horns curl over the top of his dark hair, a long demon tail curling around his body. He holds up his hand, letting blue flames cover the tips of his fingers. It burns, but it's a sensation he's used to. It's almost lethargic; painfully soothing. His eyes slowly drift to black, the turquoise of his irises covered in the demonic look his eyes now give off.

He looks like he belongs here.

He moves his fingers and extinguishes the flames, letting out a bored sigh. Hell wouldn't be so bad if his father would leave him alone.

"Morning, Touya!'

Another sigh slips from his lips, desperately trying to hold in his aggravation. "'Yumi," he mutters, turning to look at his twin sister. She's standing in the doorway of his cavern, looking far too happy for her own good. "It's not really morning. It can't ever be morning."

Fuyumi tilts her head, her bright white locks bouncing against her cheek. "Yeah, but... you just woke up!"

Again he wants to clarify they don't really sleep here, but he's not going to argue with his twin, especially not when she's coming to him all chipper. "Sure," he mutters, flicking his tail back and forth.

"You're looking especially demonic today," she hums.

"Boss' orders," he says, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Dad? He asked you to look like your demon-self? Do you think I should too?" She glances down at herself. As always Fuyumi looks out of place for, well, "a demon" with her long pants and her way-too-hot-to-be-worn in Hell sweater.

He and Fuyumi always were opposites; two sides of the same coin. While he had been born with demonic energy, she had been born with pure angelic energy... which she gave up, to be with her family in Hell.

Dabi, on the other hand, wouldn't have given up Heaven for anything, especially not their horrible devil of a father. He had had no choice in the matter; Heaven spat him out so fast, he could barely remember what it looked like.

"No. He only asked to see me," Dabi snorts. "Besides you suck at controlling your demonic energy." He stands in front of her and notices the way her pale cheeks heat up.

"I-I don't! I could handle a little..." she mutters, glancing away. Since she doesn't try anything, Dabi assumes she hasn't actually gotten better at all. "Anyway," she says, clearing her throat as she follows him out of the cavern. He could use his powers to snap around Hell all he wants, but he doesn't mind taking the long elevator down to the throne room; anything to keep Enji waiting longer.

"Do you know why he called for you?"

Dabi clicks his tongue. "Does he ever tell me that sort of shit?"

"I guess not," Fuyumi sighs, looking down at the ground with such sadness in her eyes it almost makes Dabi feel bad. The problem is, Fuyumi is hell bent on getting them to be a happy demon family, and Dabi knows it's never going to happen; not with Enji as their father.

She had it so good in Heaven too; able to stay with their mother and Natsuo... but she had claimed she needed to be with her twin and so she willing gave up being an angel, something Dabi never would've done had the situation been reversed.

He supposes that's why he was born more demon than angel.

"I don't really care what this meeting is about," he says, pushing the button to the elevator waiting for it to rise up.

Fuyumi narrows her eyes. "Then why are you going?" She acts, for a moment, like Dabi has some kind of say in this matter.

"Well," he sighs, rolling his head back, his dark eyes looking more tired than before. "I don't exactly have a choice."

"Right," she whispers, and stays quiet for the rest of the elevator ride. He can tell she wants to speak to him, but he knows she's unsure of what to say. By now she knows she's not going to change Dabi's opinions on anything, especially not when it comes to their father.

When the old elevator clamors to the ground, halting at its destination, Dabi steps off, leading the way towards the main throne room. He hopes that whatever his father has to say, it'll be over quickly.

Stepping into the wide throne room, he stares at the flames which cover the large, stone chair. It stands tall, the flames making the chair look deceptively taller and Enji sits, basking in the heat.

The room is mostly empty, minus a few paths of lava which line the corner. It's hot in this room and though Dabi is supposed to be immune to the temperatures in Hell, he's feeling it... admittedly he's felt the fluctuating temperatures of Hell for the majority of his ‘life’. There's not much in this large room, but the throne is enough to prove how much power Enji has, with the swift movement of his hand he can adjust the size of the flames.

"You certainly took your time," Enji barks, pushing himself out of the chair.

"You told me to look the part. I had to get ready," Dabi shrugs, and he loves the vein twitching on Enji's brow.

"And you brought Fuyumi I see," he says, walking down the small steps to stand on the ground in front of them.

"She showed up," Dabi says.

"Good morning, Father!"

"Good morning, Fuyumi. Unfortunately, this is only important for your brother," Enji snaps, his eyes scanning Fuyumi up and down.

They all know she's not the strongest here, which means Enji prefers to pretend like she barely exists.

"It's alright-" she starts to say, but Enji cuts her off.

"The time has come Touya. I will be testing you to see if you are worthy to take over as the King of Hell once I am gone."

Dabi's eyes narrow, his glare burning towards his father. "Forget it. I'm leaving."

"This isn't an option, Touya. I've been training you for years to prepare you for these trials. You will face the appointed sins and they will be the ones to deem if you are worthy," Enji explained.

Sounds like a lot of effort.

"No thanks," Dabi snorts, folding his arms across his chest.

"Touya, this isn't something you can say no to. You are my eldest son and you possess the strongest demonic energy of all my children. It is your fate to eventually take over as the King of Hell."

"No," he snaps. "That's just what you want my fate to be."

Flames shoot out from the throne, Enji's temper flaring. "You do not have a choice. What do you not understand about that?" He steps forward, glaring down at Dabi. "You're holding on to a useless dream. You will never be an angel and you will never see that woman again. You must let it go and complete the trials to take my place."

"Dad..." Fuyumi whispers, reaching forward to take Dabi's hand. She's so kind; far too kind to be trapped in Hell for the rest of her afterlife.

He yanks his hand away from Fuyumi, flicking his demon tail back and forth. He feels the flames licking under his skin, the anger... the frustration. The thing that bothers him the most is when Enji is right.

He glances towards the throne and clenches his fists. Is this really to be his fate? Will he be trapped in Hell for eternity? A king... and a monster?

Unless...

Dabi has always loved pissing his father off. The idea of kicking him off his own throne does sound slightly appealing. As the King, he could do whatever he wanted with this ‘hell hole’ and Enji would have no say.

"Fine," he whispers. "I'll do your trials." If only to take Enji down, if only to replace him and maybe find a way to make this place slightly bearable. He lives to annoy his father.

"Glad to see you've come around," Enji says, making his way back up to the throne. Sitting down, he rests his chin on his hand. "I'll be introducing you to your guide."

Guide? Why the hell does he need a guide?

"Geten." Enji snaps his fingers.

Within an icy cloud, a woman appears. It shocks Dabi, how angelic she looks. Long white hair, flows down her back and her eyes are icy blue. She's wearing a thick parka, a bizarre clothing choice, given how hot it is in Hell. She doesn't look phased to be standing in the throne room, instead she looks bored.

"Geten, this is my son, Touya. You will be guiding him through the trials."

"Mmm." She makes a soft noise, holding her hand out. Her fingertips glisten with sparkling ice as she flicks her hand forward, creating a long path of ice right in front of Dabi. She takes a step and slides down it, moving directly in front of him, her nose inches away from his. Up close her skin seems to glisten with the ice she controls, her pale face smooth and lovely. She doesn't look anything like a demon.

She leans in towards him, her blue eyes narrowing. "This scrawny fucker? You're trying to make him the next king?"

Well, her mouth doesn't suit her appearance.

Dabi folds his arms behind his head. "Don't bother arguing with him. He's just going to tell you it's 'my fate'."

She snorts. "If you can actually make it through the trials."

Dabi shrugs. "It's not like I can die."

Enji sighs. "Touya, if you lose all your demonic energy, you will end up in Purgatory."

"Oh no," he says dryly. As if he would let that happen, and even if it did, he couldn't imagine it being any worse than Hell. It doesn't matter where he is, since he can never go back to the place he wants to be.

"Touya..." Enji growls.

"My first order as King will be to have everyone call me Dabi," he snaps. Anything to rid himself of the shitty name his father bestowed upon him.

"Aren't you pleasant?" Geten mutters, folding her arms, the ice melting around her feet. "Well let's get going. Time for you to face your doom."

"Is a guide supposed to be this pessimistic?" Dabi asks.

"We're demons. What do you expect?"

He glances her up and down, wondering if she actually is a demon. A woman who shimmers so brightly shouldn't be in the dark caverns of Hell... and why does she have strange ice powers.

"I wish you luck, Touya," Enji says, nodding as Geten begins to walk off, heading behind the throne towards the depths of Hell. Touya has never been down there, for obvious reasons. It's only meant for the King and higher-ranked demons; the Sins.

"Touya!" Fuyumi calls out before he can leave and she rushes to him, hugging him. "Please be safe."

He grunts, stumbling backwards a bit, but he knows she means well; the one person he can't push away. "Quit fuckin' worrying," he mutters, pulling back.

"I know. I just... be careful..."

He nods to her, purposefully not looking at his father as he walks by the throne, hands tucked into his pockets. He doesn't particularly want to do these trials, but if it means knocking his father down a bit, he supposes it'll be worth it.

Geten stands beyond the throne, ice dripping from her fingertips. She still looks bored, as if this is the worst burden placed on her. They share that in common.

Going deeper into Hell only reminds Dabi of what he thought all along:

He doesn't see how that's better.

"Really I'm here to judge you," she says bluntly. "So it's a more accurate title."

"Great," he mutters. "What is there to judge me on? I fight a few Sins and then we can both move on."

She stops suddenly, the ice curling around her boots. She turns her head over her shoulder, her piercing light blue eyes staring at him with an icy coldness. "Do you think that's what this is? Win a few fights?" She clicks her tongue and turns away, walking forward.

Groaning, Dabi rolls his eyes. "Shouldn't you be the one to tell me, oh trusted guide?"

"Wow, look at that! You're lazy too, along with being an asshole," she snorts. "As your judge, it's my job to see how you... react to these trials," she says finally. "That's all I'll say about it. The rest is up to you to figure out as we go."

"This is so fucking stupid," he hisses, walking past her before running into an invisible wall, his nose slamming against the stopping point.

"You really are, aren't you?" she hums, a small laugh leaving her lips. As pretty as her face is, Dabi is ready to punch her with how damn smug she's being.

She waves her hand upwards, the ice trailing up the invisible block as it covers a large door, turning it an icy blue color. Geten stands in front of it, gentle snowflakes falling around her pale white hair. He doesn't know how she's able to conjure such magic when they're in Hell, but he's not that interested, and he wouldn't expect her to answer him anyway.

"You ready for the first trial?" she asks, resting her palm on the handle of the door.

"Mmm," Dabi hums, shrugging. "I don't have much of a choice, do I?"

This whole thing is stupid. He wonders what would happen if he just forfeited now. Somehow he knows his father wouldn't actually let him do that.

"Guess not," Geten says, swinging the door handle open.

The doors push open revealing a large square room, not much different from the throne room. The cavern is wide and spacious and in the back sits a tall, golden throne. Dabi squints stepping inside of the space, when he realizes a man is sat upon the throne. One leg drapes over the arm, the other gently tapping on the ground. Black wings spread out behind his back, covering the majority of the throne and one arm is wrapped around a figure standing in front of him.

The closer Dabi gets, the better he can see the smug smile pulled across the man's features, horns curling from his head. But his focus isn't on the man in the chair. Oh no. It's on the woman he has his arm wrapped around, his palm cupping at her half-exposed ass cheek.

"Fuyumi," he mutters. "What the hell are you doing?"

He knows his sister is trying to be more... demonic, but this... is ridiculous. Her lower half is only covered by thin panties and her breasts are barely covered by a small bikini top. She glances over her shoulder, the horns on her head flowing backwards and curling in front of her ears. Her eyes are pitch black and the small demon tail flicks back and forth, the edge of it sitting just above her underwear.

"What? I don't get a hello?" The man asks, standing up from the throne, his wings outstretched as he drapes his arms around Fuyumi's hips. His palm cups at her ass and she leans towards him, her arms wrapped around his neck, her breasts now pushed to his chest.

"Hawks," Dabi snorts. "What the hell are you doing with my sister? And what the hell are you doing here?"

Hawks laughs, sliding his hands up her bare sides as he leans in to kiss her. He pulls her body flush against his and presses their lips together. His hands cup her cheeks and he kisses her deeply, her tail swishing back and forth with excitement. His dark black wings spread out and wrap around them, keeping Fuyumi close to him.

"Isn't it obvious?" Hawks asks, tilting his head towards Dabi.

Fuyumi moves even closer to him, tucking her head against his chin. It's like she's a completely different person with him, under some spell. Is Fuyumi playing some kind of prank? Has she known how to be a demon this whole time? If that's the case, she needs to stop acting like some kind of novice.

"You're a trial. You. An archangel," Dabi says, snorting.

"Do I look like an angel to you?" Hawks asks, running his tongue up the side of Fuyumi's neck, stopping at the side of her lips.

"Not exactly. You look like you're about to put your angel dick in my sister and I don't appreciate that."

Hawks lets out a sigh, pecking his lips against Fuyumi as keeps his arms locked around her "Do you really think your sister would wear something like this?" Hawks asks. His thumb slips under her panties, brushing over the bare skin of her backside.

"If you corrupted her, maybe."

"Nah," he smirks. "That's just what I wish she would wear." He holds up his hand, snapping. With a sad look on his face, he watches the fake Fuyumi disappear in front of him.

Dabi clicks his tongue and shoots his gaze towards Geten. "Is my trial to not kill this idiot?" he asks. "Because he's about to be a fried piece of goddamn chicken."

"You can do what you want. I'm just here to observe," she hums, shrugging when Hawks shoots a glare her way.

"Aw c'mon Dabi," Hawks laughs. "I was just having a bit of fun."

"By shoving your tongue down my sister’s throat in front of me?"

"Yup," he says, popping the 'p'. With the flap of his black wings, he rises into the sky, twirling around until he's directly in front of Dabi's face. "Did it... piss you off?"

With a growl, Dabi lunges forward, blue flames barely missing Hawks' face as he floats backwards. "Why the hell are you here? You're an archangel."

"I'm not here to fight." Flapping his wings gently, Hawks floats in the air, crossing his legs. He clicks his tongue, shrugging casually. "But even archangels are not exempt from Heaven's laws.

"So you fell," Dabi asks, a laugh slipping from his lips. "How the mighty have fallen. I'm surprised it took this long. Someone as obnoxious as you probably should've fallen sooner."

Dabi had known Hawks during the short amount of time he spent with his mother in Heaven. The man was so damn righteous, always doing the right thing, upholding Heaven's laws; that was his job as an archangel.

Hawks had always been one of the more casual angels, but he still took his job seriously and was respected by All Might and many of the other leading archangels.

Obviously something happened, since Hawks stands in front of Dabi, wings black, horns out, a small demon tail swishing back and forth behind him. Hawks is a demon through and through... and he obviously represents some sin. Is it Dabi's job to figure that out? Is that part of the trials?

"What happened?" Dabi asks, his face smug. He's deriving far too much pleasure from this.

Hawks lets out a long sigh, his black wings fluttering behind him. "Do you know that archangels keep their wings when they fall? At least, for a little while… To remind other demons and angels of how bad they were. They broke the very rules they were supposed to uphold." He lowers himself to the ground, slowly walking towards Dabi.

They're going to have to fight. Ultimately Dabi will have to prove his worth somehow and his father always wanted to make sure he was physically fit and obviously it was for this moment. He's on guard, raising his hands as Hawks slowly walks to him.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm showing how I fell. It's probably not in the way you think."

"What the fuck does that mean? Don't be a cryptic bastard," Dabi snaps

Hawks stops directly in front of him, raising one had to place it on Dabi's face. With a sigh, he presses his fingers to Dabi's forehead.

"I fell in love."

~~

"Takami! Were you listening?" All Might's voice boomed, making Hawks jolt up, blinking.

"Of course I was," he said.

"So you'll train him?" All Might asked.

He was trying to pay attention. Really, he was.

"Yeah, yeah I'll train Tokoyami," he said.

"Taking on an apprentice is a very big deal-"

"It's fine. I can handle it." Hawks said, his gaze flicking back to the grace pools. It was only because she was there. Todoroki Fuyumi, beauty, grace, an exemplary angel, and it was impossible for Hawks to look away from her.

All Might followed his gaze and immediately let out a sigh. "Hawks. Remember, you must cleanse your mind of any impure thoughts. I know you are a very strong archangel, I only ask you to-"

"I know, I know, keep your resolve strengthened. Got it."

"I don't want to see any of my archangels fall," All Might muttered.

"I promise I won't fall, I'll train Tokoyami, everything will be fantastic. You can count on me and all that, yada yada blah blah," Hawks sighed.

All Might, rubbed his forehead, glancing back to where his gaze had fallen on the young woman by the grace pools. "Be here tomorrow to work on things with Tokoyami."

"Yup, got it, tomorrow!" he said, flapping his wings once before zooming off towards the large grace pools.

Fuyumi stood by the center grace pool, her hand pressed to her chest as she began to untie her white robes, letting them fall to the floor. Her shoulder-length white and red locks brushed against the back of her neck, flowing to her shoulders. Her skin was smooth and pale, her beautiful white wings flapped out behind her, and her curves, well, those were beyond perfect. His eyes trailed over her now exposed breasts, the way her tummy had the smallest amount of curve to it, sitting on her hips.

"Fuyumi!" he called out and she turned to greet him, her light blue eyes lighting up.

"Hawks!" she gasped. "I didn't expect to see you here tonight. Are you out of grace already?"

He knew he shouldn't lie, but with her they seemed to slip so easily from his lips. "Mhm, yeah," he nodded. "I needed to replenish to keep up with my duties."

"Right," she smiled. "Of course!" she turned back towards the pool, a look of sadness crossing over her face.

"What?" he asked, noticing the shift in her behavior.

She gently lifted her leg, placing her toe on the top of the water. "I have to replenish almost every day now. My body... can't sustain the energy."

"Once a day isn't so bad," he said. Another lie. Most pureblood angels could go at least a week sometimes more. If she was losing grace so quickly... it meant something was amiss.

She sighed, letting herself step completely into the pool, the water flowing around her naked body. Despite her words and what she had said, the water seemed to welcome her, flowing around her hips, flashing lights of yellow dancing on top of the water. She brushes her fingers across it and the lights follow her. The grace hadn't completely rejected her.

"I've been thinking, I guess..."

"Dangerous," Hawks said, reaching behind himself to untie his own robes, letting them fall to the floor as he rushes past her on the stairs, flopping into the water. "You shouldn't be doing that, according to the laws." A snort slipped past his lips, though he sure was one to talk.

His thoughts weren't pure, especially when it came to her. His eyes always wandered across her body, his hands itching to touch her, his lips aching to kiss her. These impure thoughts would make his wings turn black.

He wasn't supposed to have them. His body wasn't supposed to remember human tenancies like carnal desire of the flesh and yet here he stood in a grace pool with Todoroki Fuyumi, entranced by her body and desperate to release the beast inside of him that wanted her more than anything he had ever desired in the past.

But angels weren't supposed to have desires, especially not archangels.

"What have you been thinking about?" he asked, floating on his back in the grace pool.

"My brother..." she admitted quietly. "Well, Touya, specifically," she said.

"What about him?" Hawks asked, sitting back up.

"He's... he's all alone," she whispered, looking at the water in her hands. It turned a bright color, the grace slowly flowing into her chest. She gasped, turning her head to the ceiling as she pulled in a few deep breaths.

It looked painful, like her body wasn't quite sure what to do with the grace.

"What do you mean? I mean he's not in Purgatory," Hawks shrugged.

"No, but... he hates our father and right now he's all alone down there with him and I was... I was thinking about going. I don't know how long I'll last here anyway-"

She gasped when Hawks grabbed her shoulders, his hands clenching around her hard. "Fuyumi... you can't..." he muttered. "If you fall, you won't be able to come back. Not easily at least."

She gently wrapped her fingers around his wrists, smiling up at him. "It's okay. I know Touya needs me and... you're here to watch over my mother and brothers. It'll be okay," she whispered.

In a way, Hawks knew this was her way of saying goodbye.

Within a few sun cycles, Fuyumi was gone and Hawks felt a dull ache, throbbing, slowly eating away at his heart.

~~

"You're not supposed to be here!"

She told him this everything time, but it didn't stop Hawks from showing up on the border of Hell to see Fuyumi. Originally he told her he was reporting in, letting her know about her mother, but as time went on, it became less and less about that.

 "She's doing well!"

 "I think she misses you."

 "I tried to see her but Natsuo and her were busy."

 "I haven't had time but I wanted to stop by..."

The reasons grew farther and farther away, and every time she would greet him with the gentlest smile, so unfitting for a demon.

"You're not supposed to be here," she said, her lips curling into a large smile.

"But I am here, so let's make the most of it."

She reached up and gently brushed her hand over the white feathers on his wing. "I don't want you to lose these," she said.

"I won't."

He was an expert liar now. It was a hidden talent he had never expected to acquire.

Fuyumi smirked. "I'm pretty sure archangels aren't allowed to be this close to hell."

"And I'm certain that demons aren't supposed to keep wearing angel robes," he said, gesturing to her outfit. Even after being in hell for a little while, she still didn’t show her horns, keeping them hidden away.

"I-I dunno about that," she said, her cheeks flushing. It was so adorable when her pale skin turned a bit red, flushing from her embarrassment.

"It's true, you should... change," he said, gently running his finger against her bare shoulder. It made his body tremble and a shiver rolled down his spine. He wasn't meant to feel this way, wasn't meant to harbor such desires towards someone, and yet here she stood in front of him and all he wanted to do was take her into his arms.

"Hawks?" she whispered, looking up at him. Her cool, light blue eyes peered over the rims of her glasses. Her cheeks were still flushed, and she looked at him as if she was innocent. Being a demon she was supposed to be anything but, but Hawks wasn't sure how much this demonic persona suited her.

His chest began to throb, as if his feathers had sharpened and he was stabbing himself in the heart with them over and over. He wanted her. He couldn't deny how every instinct in his body screamed for her, begged to be near her... to touch her.

"Hawks!" she said, snapping him from his daze. "Are you okay? I told you it wasn't good for you to be-"

He lunged forward, cupping her cheeks and pressed his lips against hers. She tasted so sweet, like the taste of succulent strawberries on a summer day. A soft moan slipped from her lips and he felt the pain in his heart grow and grow until it felt like someone was punching him continuously.

It didn't matter what it felt like. He was kissing her and it made him want to sigh with joy.

"Hawks..." she breathed, touching her fingers to her lips. "You're going to... you... you can't- You'll fall!" she said.

"So be it."

~~

"You were in love with my sister," Dabi growls, stumbling backwards when Hawks pulls his hand away.

"I am in love with your sister," Hawks smirks, a yawn slipping from his lips. "I could show you more, but man, showing you this shit is tiring."

"You're a moron, you know that?" Dabi scoffs, rubbing his head.

"What? For falling in love? I seem to make your sister happy. In many ways," he says, a cocky chuckle leaving his lips as his dark wings flap back and forth.

"Disgusting. Stay away from her," Dabi clicks his tongue. He doesn't like imagining his sister making out with this angelic idiot.

"Aw c'mon," Hawks shrugs, "I think that would make her very sad. I mean she did fall for you, and you would take away something that makes her happy down here?"

Dabi snorts, turning towards Geten, blue flames flickering across his fingertips. "Can I kill him now?"

The white-haired girl blinks, as if she didn't expect Dabi to speak to her. "I told you you could do as you pleased."

"Look," Hawks says, "I don't want to upset Fuyumi and if I kick your ass, she'll be extremely disappointed, so let's just say you've passed my trial and move on."

"What the hell?" Dabi yells. "How fuckin' lazy is that?!"

"The faster this ends, the faster I can relax and spend more time with her," he says, letting his black wings flutter.

Dabi waits for a moment, expecting it to all be a trick. Even if Hawks was an archangel, down here, he's corrupt, he can do whatever he pleases and Dabi half expects this to be a joke. They're at a stalemate it seems, as neither of them go to make a move.

Honestly, the least amount of fighting he does, the better, Dabi thinks.

He begins to walk past Hawks and pauses, glaring at him. "If you hurt her, I will send you to Purgatory so fast-"

"You have my word, as the archangel I used to be... I won't. But... I am going to enjoy fucking her," he says, letting his words roll off his tongue.

"Ew!" Dabi snaps, and storms past him. "I don't wanna hear about that shit."

"I thought it would get you to move along your way faster," he says, laughing as Dabi heads towards the exit. "Whaddya know? It worked!"

"You're insufferable. I can't believe you're going to be here for an eternity too."

"Yup!" Hawks waves, "see you around, bro!"

Immediately, Dabi steps out of the room, happy to be away from that idiot for now.

"What a pussy," Geten snaps, slamming the door shut as she makes her way out of the room too. "Lazy fuck. This is what happens when you ask newly fallen angels for this shit. They don't know how to act demonic. He didn’t even do it right."

"So they are all supposed to fight me?" Dabi smirks, as if he's figured out the answer to the whole goddamn problem.

"I never said that," she hisses, making her way down the path. Even angry, her footprints leave ice wherever she goes.

"You didn't have to," he says, folding his hands behind his head as he casually strolls after her.

He’s not sure how he feels about Hawks dating his sister, but he doesn’t have time to think much on it. Hawks sure seems like he’s going to be a better demon than Fuyumi, so maybe he can help her.

Doubtful.

Dabi will deal with it later. He’ll torch Hawks’ as if he hurts Fuyumi. That’s the last thing his sister needs. Hawks seems happy, far happier than anytime he interacted with Dabi in Heaven. Strange, that somehow people ended up happier in Hell than they did in Heaven.

Even Fuyumi, who doesn’t belong here, who fell for him for some reason he can’t understand. He should ask her, but he’s still so angry she chose Hell over Heaven…

Maybe he shouldn’t be.

He knows he has to continue these trials, though he’s still not sure what they entail. His eyes trail up Geten’s back, watching her walk forward through the caverns. How much does she know? How much she’s allowed to say? She doesn’t seem willing to give up very much information.

He wants to get them over fast. The faster he finishes the trials, the faster he can start changing things and ruining the Hell his father is so proud of creating.