On Earth

Azrael stood there, mentally complaining while Amon verbally whined about being cramped up. Once they looked up, bright and sharp teeth flashed along with yellow, snake-like eyes while a shadow approached them. Amon instinctively and subconsciously nested into Azrael, trying to hide himself. As the figure came closer and finally came into the light produced by the flames of Hell, Azrael's mouth had formed a smile. It was none other than the bastard himself, Abaddon. Once the two made confirmed eye contact, he destroyed the fire wall. It was in that moment, Amon was thrown by Azrael as he collapsed for excitement. Both Amon and Abaddon stood there for a bit, trying to decide whether or not they should just leave him be or wake him up. After awhile of sitting around, and arguing, Azrael finally woke up. Amon smiled, for his choice was to wait. As he looked around, he noticed he was on the floor. Getting up, he brushed off any dust, ash, and flesh that was on him. Walking over to Abaddon and Amon, Azrael remembered the contract.

"Abaddon, did you turn it in, what happened, who took it, what will happen, how do we get to earth?!"

Abaddon merely chuckled.

"Wow... Someone is a bit eager."

He brushed his thumb against Azrael's noes before sitting down. Amon watched this as he quickly sat beside Abaddon, rather unusually close. He glared at both Azrael and any demon passing by that dared to look at him. However, Abaddon and Azrael passed this off as normal. Amon knew Abaddon for awhile and this was probably a territorial behavior.

"Anyways, I did send the contract. I don't know. Information is classified. Once again I don't know. And finally, I will. Using my privilege of going to earth, I'll use it on both of you. We will appear as normal humans so do not slip. Now, Amon, you'll go first."

Being caught up in growling at a demon who had passed while staring at them, Amon turned to look at Abaddon. A clueless, seemingly innocent look was plastered on his face.

"What did you say?.."

Sighing, Abaddon repeated what he had said before. Once again, Amon sat there with a black expression before being consumed by a giant mass of flames. As Abaddon turned to Azrael, the same thing happened to him. Finally, he consumed himself into the transporting flames.

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Azrael opened his eyes as he rubbed his head sitting up. As he looked around, Amon was on the ground, possibly unconscious, while Abaddon wasn't in sight. As he stood up, the whole world had changed from before he became a fallen angel. There were large metal buildings, along with different types of cars in both size, shape, and color. There was few plots of land, mass amounts of buildings and fumes had taken their place. The people now dressed differently, in either bright or dark colors. They had haircuts he had never seen before. Like one side had hair and yet the other didn't. And they all carried around a little electric box with them, talking to it, staring at it, and much more. As he looked up to a sign, it seemed to change. Suddenly, someone cleared their throat from behind him, making Azrael jump.

"Oi, done gawking yet? If you don't mind, I'd like to take care of matters. The world has changed but you'll be able to see it later."

Turning around, he noticed Abaddon sitting on a tombstone. He still had his plastered smile, sharp teeth, yellow demon eyes, and black, gelled hair, yet he was different. He was dressed in a tailcoat, black in the jacket area while red on the inside. He wore black pants and the same colored polished boots. The only thing that didn't remind him of a "back in the days" classy look was a black chain bracelet he wore around his arm. As Azrael looked to Amon, he was in a curious outfit. His shirt was black with blue, spirit-looking images that resembled what animals he looked like in his form. Over that, he wore a green jacket. For bottoms, he wore blue shorts that went a bit above his knees. The pants really brought out the sky-blue hair Amon was set with. Azrael looked down at himself, hoping that his clothes would be as cool as the others. However, what he saw was something he never expected. His shirt was blue, white stripes going vertically across it. Yet at the end of the sleeves, it had frills. He had shorts like Amon. But they weren't ordinary. They were like rompers. And his shoes were a pale-colored pair of slip-ons. He looked like a cross dresser. As people passed by, they looked at him in disgust. Mothers avoided their children's gazes upon him, practically trashing him with their looks. He made a mental note to murder Abaddon when he got a chance to do it alone without witnesses. However... it was airy and light. For now, it wasn't that bad. While thinking to himself, Azrael felt himself sinking. As he looked at the ground, he noticed he was standing on the grave. Feeling ashamed, he quickly jumped off as Abaddon laughed.

"Aye, they're dead, you idiot! What makes you think they would care if they can't see anything we do to their corpses that they aren't it! Now come'on, pick up Amon and lets get outta here before they think we're giving Amon an unproper burial."

Azrael sighed, picking him up on his back. As they walked, chaos seemed to follow. There were murders, robberies, and betrayal behind them. A few robbers passed by them before exploding, yes, exploding, in front of them. Their organs flew everywhere, a heart of one landing on top Amon's back, still having blood rush out of it. Lungs and intestines feel onto Azreal while Abaddon was covered in flesh. Being that no one but them were one the streets after it had happened, he squat down. As he reached towards the gore bath of robbers, his hand started to turn into black claws again. He dug around the pile of corpses, throwing flesh and other gruesome sights against the buildings, sidewalks, and anything else that was there. Screams and misery came from all over as people opened their curtains or walked in to see a piece of a body smearing down their windows. None had yet to see the three Hell amigos there in the street. Abaddon continued, ignoring the things around him as he pulled out over a few thousand dollars, quite possibly a million. He grinned as he turned to the two.

"Way much easier if you have pets to do the work for you."

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