Carrighan pulled his shirt down and looked at the clock in his bathroom. It wouldn’t be long till Perish got there and they could leave. He had been looking forward to this night out for a while. October thirty-first was his favorite holiday for many reasons, none of them being that it was ‘connected to’ Lucifer and Hell and all that jazz. No, he had come to love it within the last few he wasn’t sure how many years all because humans had decided to claim it as a good thing and the best parties were thrown. Tonight though, instead of a rave or a party, he was going to the theme park in the state over for their Halloween Scare Fest.

He looked into the mirror and over his shoulder. It felt odd not to be peering into the mass of black feather that made up his wings. Nights like these seemed to give a higher sense of awareness to humans and he did not want to be made into some kind of spectacle at the park because of his wings. So he had them neatly tucked into his back. But that was fine since the white muscle tank he wore showed off the tattoo of wings he had gotten in all his vain obsession with his wings.

There was a knock at the front door and Carrighan turned on his heels and left the bathroom, turning off the light as he passed into the bedroom. It didn’t take him long to cross that, go through the hallway and out into the living room. He caught the handle on the door and pulled it open.

“Perish!” he said with a grin. The grin quickly faded when he noticed it wasn’t the Fallen Angel he had been expecting. Instead, it was the Angel he had been avoiding. He sighed. “What are you doing here?”

“Did you forget our meeting last night, Carrighan?”

“Was that last night?” Carrighan asked in a mock forgetfulness and leaned against the door.

Demetrios nodded, “Yes it was.”

Carrighan had known the meeting was the night before and had, just for that reason, gone to a pre-Halloween party in hopes to avoid the Angel. He should have known by then that the Heaven sent annoyance would find him and would show up.

See, hundreds of years ago, Carrighan got pissed enough that he left Hell, swearing to never return again, and was doing good on keeping his word. But when he left, he decided he wanted a ‘normal’ life amongst the humans. He did his best to keep out of Hell’s line of sight but Heaven was a different story. He didn’t have anyone up there to tell him if they knew where he was or not.

Well, Heaven had found him and they sent Demetrios to find him and dispose of him, or try at least. Carrighan wasn’t an easy one to kill and he was known as an Angel Killer, the most feared creature in Hell. Most Angels wouldn’t even try to get near him. Demetrios was a different story.

So down from Heaven went the Angel and he found Carrighan. Now, Carrighan should have killed the Angel and been done with it, but he didn’t want to have to leave his home and his store. So instead of fight, the two struck up a deal. Ever since then the Angel of Hell and the Angel of Heaven have met once a month and Carrighan gives Demetrios information of Hell and Demetrios will throw the scent off of the Hellion’s trail.

But in the last decade or so, Carrighan had been avoiding the meetings with the Angel as often as possible. Maybe Carrighan just liked the idea of being chased. Or maybe he thought that he would get away with it and would be rid of Demetrios for the rest of eternity. More than likely it was the latter of the two.

“Well jeez am I sorry.” Carrighan gave the other a sympathetic frown.

Demetrios crossed his arms over his chest and his wings rustled behind him. “Well then we can have the meeting tonight.” The Angel walked past Carrighan and into the apartment. He looked around. It was kind of… empty. He expected more.

His attention was drawn from the few items in the home by Carrighan’s sigh and he turned.

“I can’t I’m busy tonight,” Carrighan said as he closed the door.

“Busy? Another party?”

He wondered if the Angel ever got annoyed by all of his antics. Surely he had to have gotten annoyed by now, he just never showed it. In that moment, Carrighan made it his goal to annoy the Angel to no end and make him act on it.

“Actually, no.” Carrighan shook his head. “I’m going to a theme park with Perish.”

And as if that were a cue, there was a knock on the door then it opened. Both men turned to look at the pale, blue eyed man who had stuck his head in through the opening in the door.

Demetrios blinked in confusion. Why would Carrighan be hanging out with someone still of Heaven?

“He’s here,” the man at the door said.

This made Demetrios even more confused. Who was here? And why did this other person have an Angel working for them?

“Well don’t just stand there, get in here.”

The man pushed the door open all the way and walked in.

Suddenly Demetrios’ features fell. On the back of this new guy was a pair of dark grey wings. A Fallen Angel?

“Perish, Demetrios, Demetrios, Perish.” Carrighan said off handedly then walked into the kitchen. “Demetrios was just leaving. Do you want a beer, Perish?”

Perish turned his head from staring at the Angel. “Sure, he’d love one.”

“Are you--”

“Yes, he’s talking in third person.” Carrighan called from the kitchen. “And you were just going.”

Demetrios shook his head, blonde hair falling into his face. He walked around the Fallen and into the kitchen, almost running into the Angel of Hell who was carrying two beers. He took a deep breath to keep from blushing. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said defiantly. Then immediately blushed as a smug grin crossed the other’s face.

“Well then, little Angel, you can come along.” He brushed past the blushing Demetrios and into the living room. He passed off one of the bottles of beer then took a long drink from his own.

“So he’s coming along?” Perish asked before taking a sip of his beer.

Carrighan nodded. “Yup.”

Demetrios walked into the living room with the other two, looking from one to the other. His eyes settled on Carrighan, slight fear settling in his eyes. “I’m sure you can tell me what you have to right now and I can just go.”

Carrighan put a hand up. “Nope, you’re coming with.” His grin unsettled both the Angel and the Fallen. He walked over and put his beer bottle down on the coffee table. He turned to face the other two men then slowly moved towards the Heavenly being.

Demetrios backed up, his heart racing. Behind him he could hear a car drive past on the road below through the open patio doors. He swallowed hard as he passed through the glass doors and onto the cement floor of the small second floor patio.

Carrighan followed him, stopping just inside the doors.

“Carrighan…” Demetrios whimpered.

Carrighan said nothing and was still. Then suddenly he crouched and pounced through the doors, grabbing the Angel and pulling him over the black wrought iron railing.

Demetrios’ scream was like music to his ears.

After falling for a second, Carrighan’s wings ripped from his back and spread. They seemed to go on forever as the continued to open. Once fully spread, Carrighan carried them both into the air, Demetrios curled up against his chest, clinging to his shirt.

“What are you doing?!” Deme yelled.

The Angel of Hell looked down at the Angel with a large grin. “We’re flying to the park!” He turned his head and looked down at the patio.

Perish was just pushing himself off of the railing and it didn’t take too long for him to reach the others. “He’s confused. He thought we were driving?”

Carrighan shook his head, “change in plans, we’re flying.” He turned his attention to his cargo. “I’m going to drop you. I expect you to follow.”

Demetrios nodded obediently and only yelped slightly as he was dropped. His white wings quickly spread and kept his from falling farther. As he looked between the other two, he felt the odd man out with pure white wings, though he would never trade them for anything at all. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could say anything, Carrighan was above them and heading off.

Perish gave Deme a quick look then followed after.

If the Angel didn’t keep up he was sure to get lost. His wings pushed air behind him and he followed after the two Hellions.

The flight was silent, at least on Demetrios’ end. The other two were laughing it up and enjoying themselves. They landed in the park in one of the more secluded areas.

Demetrios looked up at Carrighan, about to protest about not buying tickets and how someone could lose their job because there wasn’t enough money to pay them. But Perish quickly covered his mouth.

“No one wants to hear your goodie two shoes bull shit. Keep it to yourself and Perish won’t have to rip your tongue out.”

Demetrios blinked at the words. He nodded silently then noticed the other two folding their wings away. He didn’t need to be told to put his wings away. He just did. He looked around the area they were standing in. Fake blood soaked toilet paper and tissue paper hung from the trees. He cringed as he heard screaming coming from not too far away from them. He could see the people passing by, girls looking scared, men laughing. Such cruel people. He shook his head softly; how those women could love such vile excuses of men… He had to pause in his thoughts and his eyes wandered over to Carrighan. He wasn’t one to talk.

“I say we hit that haunted house right there first.” Carrighan pointed past the people to a large building done up with neon colors that looked to be mocking blood splatter. Painted in a neon red was a giant devils head. The grin on Carrighan’s face was pure entertainment. “How much do you want to bet it’s called ‘Hell’s Cave of Wonders’ or something stupid like that?” he began walking away, Perish on his side, his white hair pulled up into messy spikes.

“He thinks it’ll be called ‘Dante’s Inferno.’”

“I saw a porno once called ‘Dante’s In Her No-no.’”

Perish was quiet for a moment then burst out laughing.

Deme hung back behind them, his arms wrapped around himself loosely, feeling much the third wheel. Maybe that was Carrighan’s plan.

The three got into line and the Angel of Hell got onto his tip toes to look at the line. “My god! This line is huge!” He sighed and fell to the flat of his feet and looked at Perish.

Perish nodded as if answering a quiet conversation.

Suddenly Carrighan grabbed the Fallen Angel’s arm and Perish grabbed the Angel.

“Move please!” Carrighan said loudly as he led them through the line, pushing past people.

Demetrios was stumbling behind the other two, apologizing left and right to people who looked more than a little pissed off.

Carrighan got to the front of the line and smiled at the woman.

“Sir, you can’t just cut like that.”

He knew she was just saying that because it was her job to. “You have such a pretty face.” He said and released Perish’s arm. He leaned towards the girl and cupped her chin. “What are you doing Friday?”

She stammered then replied “N-nothing. I uh… actually have the day off…”

“Well now you have something to do.” He held his hand out and Perish stuck a pen in his outstretched hand that he had picked up from the chair. Carrighan let her face go and took her hand, writing a number on it. She’d think it was his and call it just to get a recording that told her she had been rejected. He smiled sweetly and she stepped aside, wrapping her hand around the pen and the number.

“Go right on in.”

Carrighan smirked and the three walked in through the red curtain.

Deme turned to give a faint wave to the people who were bitching and was quickly pulled in through the curtain. “She could get fired!” he hissed.

Carrighan shrugged. “Like I care.” He was busy looking up at the sign, welcoming them to the haunted house. “Welcome to H-E-Double Hockey Sticks?” And quite literally, the ‘l’s on the sign were hockey sticks. “Who names these things?!” He laughed and walked in to the first room.

It quickly got dark and they wandered in through the first hallway then were blinded by a strobe light. A man who could only come up to Carrighan’s elbow ran in, laughing and poking towards them with a plastic pitch fork.

“Demon?” Perish said absently and Carrighan laughed loudly.

It was similar in the next few rooms and Carrighan was crying he was laughing so hard. Perish wasn’t far behind him, though he didn’t find things as funny as the Angel of Hell did.

Demetrios… well, he was silent, arms wrapped around himself. The people jumping out at him had spooked him nine times out of ten and his heart was beating quickly in his chest but he didn’t want show it. He decided to keep close to the two men who were laughing, though. Again he felt the odd man out.

Finally they reached a room with a large throne at one end. It was gold with red felt. A sign above it said ‘Sit Here If You Dare’ and above that it said ‘Lucifer’s Throne.’

Carrighan wiped his eyes as he grinned and before anyone could say anything he ascended the steps and turned. “Ah, my rightful place!” He grinned and sat down. He jumped slightly and looked back as he sat on the edge of the chair.

“What?” The Fallen asked, looking up at him.

“It’s a massage chair,” he replied absently then sat back and closed his eyes, a content smile crossing his lips. “Mmm… All I need now is a good mouth.”

“Mouth?” Deme broke his silent streak in his confusion.

Perish snickered and Carrighan opened one eye.

“Yea,” he closed the eye, “A good mouth for a good blow job. You want to try?”

The Angel blushed deeply. “No…” he managed to squeak.

A loud, unexpected laugh made the three jump.

Carrighan sat up and lo and behold, ‘Lucifer’ walked in with a large red pitchfork.

‘Lucifer’ was shirtless and painted bright red with red furry pants and black shoes. Well at least they had the red obsession down right. “Who are you to think you can sit in my chair? Do the hands of the dead not scare you away?” He spoke in some stupid tone, trying to sound high and mighty yet at the same time scary. He was trying just a little too hard and sounded more like a drama club reject.

“It is I, the true ruler of Hell!” Carrighan said with a laugh, holding a hand in the air.

“And what makes you think you can take my throne?” He raised a red eyebrow up towards the horn stuck to his forehead.

“God you’re ugly,” Carrighan muttered and stood up. “Do you really think Satan looks like that?”

‘Lucifer’s’ face fell. “Hey guy,” he said quietly, “move along if you’re going to be a jack ass. I’ve got a show to run in here.” He rolled his eyes and walked back into the hole in the wall he came from, mumbling about Carrighan being a bastard.

“That was rude,” Deme frowned.

“You’re right, they could have at least picked a hot guy for Luci. But he did have a nice body.” Carrighan grinned.

Deme’s heart fell and he looked away.

They made it through most of the house before a man dressed in normal park uniform stopped them.

“You’re going to have to wait in here.”

Perish frowned, “Why?”

“Someone in the group ahead of you got sick in the next room and we’re cleaning it up. Don’t worry, we’ll have a detour here soon.”

Carrighan rolled his eyes and turned to face the other two men, crossing his arms over his chest. “This is great.” He didn’t sound happy as he looked around.

The walls were bright red and a red light from above cast an eerie glow on the men.

Demetrios moved closer in as he heard screams from behind him in the other rooms. He swallowed hard.

Suddenly the red light began to flash. Carrighan looked up at it.

In the corner of the room, a man who had been unnoticed before jumped forward and knife raised n the air. He began laughing hysterically as he ran towards the group.

Demetrios screamed and quickly moved to the Angel of Hell, grabbing his hand firmly and hiding behind him.

Carrighan looked down at the connection then at the attacker.

The man had stopped coming at them and was making a figure eight with the knife. He stopped when he noticed that Deme was peeking out from behind his hiding place. The wielder of the knife leaned forward and pointed the knife at the bright blue eyed Angel. “Come here… I promise I won’t hurt you…” he sounded like a guy who had been smoking most of his life. Nice and creepy. “This? Oh it only looks like a knife. I promise. It’s a lollipop really. Come here and you can try it.”

Deme vanished behind Carrighan as the guy stepped closer.

Carrighan’s free hand came to his mouth as he tried to fight off the laughter. He loved the innocence of the man behind him. It was too fun to fuck with!

Carrighan pulled the Angel free from behind him and, still holding his hand, tossed him forward like a yo-yo.

The psycho grinned. “Come to taste my lollipop?”

Demetrios shook his head and tried to run back, to hide behind the wall that was Carrighan again, but the Angel of Hell wouldn’t let him and neither would the Fallen. He whimpered softly. “Please…”

The man with the knife laughed and the cheesiness of it made Carrighan laugh.

Deme looked over his shoulder, with large wide eyes. His slightly tanned skin had run pale.

“Perish thinks he’s scared,” Perish teased.

“No, I don’t think he’s scared at all!” he took a step forward and pushed Demetrios towards the psycho.

The Angel stumbled as he was pushed forward and fell into the guy. He hit his knees, pulling Carrighan forward a bit.

The man fell back and hit the ground. The hood he had been wearing fell back to reveal he was actually a teenager.

Carrighan was slightly impressed at his acting skills.

The kid scrambled to pull the hood up. “Don’t look behind the hood! I’ve stolen this face from the last group that came through here! Why do you think there’s vomit in the next room?” He laughed then slinked back into the corner.

A door opened to the side and the guy that had stopped them before motioned for them to come forward. “The detour is this way. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

Carrighan shrugged and pulled Demetrios to his feet then dragged him out.

“Good bye!” The man in the corner called, waving the knife.

Deme swallowed hard and was glad to be out of that place.

Perish laughed as he joined on the other side of Carrighan. “He thinks we should bring the Angel to these things more often.”

“I-I-I think that you should just tell me what you’re supposed to and I’ll j-just go,” Deme stuttered, shaking slightly. Why was he so shaken up? Here he was next to a famous Angel Killer and well… he wasn’t sure who Perish was exactly, but he was still a Hell bound being, but anyways, he wasn’t scared of either of them yet that haunted house was more than he could take. His heart was slamming into his rib cage.

“Hey look!” Carrighan pointed at another haunted house, obviously ignoring Deme. “Another one!”

“Let’s go!” Perish said and the two quickly headed that way.

Carrighan pulled the Angel along having never let go of his hand.

They got in line for the next haunted house and Carrighan looked down at Demetrios.

“Don’t worry, you can hold my hand if you’re scared.” Carrighan snickered.

Perish joined as he heard the words.

And though he was sure the Angel of Hell was joking, Demetrios kept his hand firmly wrapped around the others.