#noirdaemon

Iabiel was a bitter and sinful man, who did what he wanted because there was no one left to stop him. He spent most of his nights bar hopping and fucking men and women in front of their significant others to start fights. But the sun was beginning to rise and his flesh suit was tired. He dragged himself home and collapsed into the bed, his boyfriend beside him.

  “Distrct- Pi,” He took them by the shoulders and held them out by arms length making Pi look him directly in his eyes. “Look at me, you look at me right now,” He hissed. “You are not a burden to me. I do have a reason to retire. I don’t have to worry about you, but I do, because I love you. I am in love with you.” He cupped both their cheeks holding Pi’s face in his hands. He didn’t care if they could see the tears on his face. “It’s not fair to you to depend on me to be there and I go running off somewhere else for a long time,” He sighed. “It’s not,” He choked up a little. “Damnit why can’t you see that...?”

Balam crashed to Earth amidst his brothers and sisters, Lucifer's fallen army. He watched as the angel travelled to each man and woman, thanking them for their service and giving them their reward, equal to what they had earned. He himself had been gifted 40 regions of Hell, all filled to bursting with infernal souls at his command. Balam grinned, and it was ugly, 3 heads that searched the scorched Earth that they would one day rule. But not today. Today, each of them sank beneath the surface and deep below, so deep that it was questionable there was anything above them at all. And he waited. Balam waited for hundreds of years before rising to the surface again, wearing the skin of a man. "Brock Rumlow," he introduced, sticking his head out with a cocky grin on his face.

  “Yeah. I mean we can’t be anything but who we are in the end. Might as well find perfection in our existence. No need to make it harder for ourselves.” Although she sometimes did just that, Atieno wanted to keep others from feeling so poorly.

He held up a small shirt that had a cute drawing of a baby deadpool. It was for a child. He glanced over at them and smiled. “What’s up butter cup?”