Jack's P.O.V.

I was breathily heavily, sprinting as fast as I could. Mark was following closely behind, yelling for me to 'not drop the book.' A angry mob of Devils were chasing after us. They weren't too happy about the book in my hand, or the fact that an angel was in Hell.

I turned right, running up the stairs. The exit to Hell was right there.

" JACK!" Mark shouted.

I whipped my head around, and saw that two Devils had Mark's hands and legs in their grip. Mark struggled against them, slicing their legs with his tail.

" Give us the book, boy." one of the Devils sneered.

I thought about how if a Devil touched the book, its contents would be ruined. I clutched the book tighter and looked at Mark.

" Merk?" I asked wearily, stepping back from the tall Devils.

" Aww, look! The fag calls him 'Merk!'" another Devil mocked, straining my accent.

" Let him go." I hissed, ready to claw the Devils eyes out.

" Look at this guy! Thinks he sooooo tough. What are you gonna do fluff butt?" a Devil laughed, nudging the other Devils.

" LET HIM GO!" I screeched, feeling anger shooting through my body.

" What are you gonna do about it?" a Devil asked.

I couldn't take this anymore. Seeing Mark struggling against the Devils strong holds. Just leave us alone!

" JUST LEAVE US ALONE!" I shouted, the anger inside of my normally kind self becoming unbearable.

" Ummm, how about no?" a Devil mused.

I let out a yell of frustration. The blinding white light returned from earlier. I felt power surge through me as the green energy course through me. The fireballs returned, along with the toga. The spear was in a holster on my back.

" Let Mark go, now." I growled, aiming the fireball at the Devils heads.

The Devils dropped Mark on the cold stone ground. Mark stood up, shaking himself off. The Devils stood frozen in shock.

" Y'know, you being this badass is a real turn on." Mark said, wrapping his arm around me.

Since I was floating, I was taller, making it easier for Mark to hold me.

" Mmm, I'll do it more often." I hummed, knowing our gay actions were pissing off the Devils.

" Ooooh, how about you do it when I PUT MY PENIS INSIDE YOUR ASSHOLE." Mark yelled loudly, making sure the Devils heard.

" HEY! Who said YOU topped?!" I replied, giggling madly, and placing a soft kiss on Mark's lips.

" Fight me." Mark said sassily.

" Gladly." I laughed, kitten slapping Mark's arm.

Mark and I walked out of Hell, laughing our asses off when we ran into a strong and tall figure. I gasped, looking up. There stood my father.

" Ohmyfucking-!" Mark yelped, jumping slightly.

I clutched the book tightly, backing slowly away from my dad. I saw my father's angry eyes scan up and down my body. He eyed the white toga, the spear, the fireballs in my hand, and the book.

" I'm disgusted." God spat at me.

" I-I-I'm so sorry." I spluttered, grabbing Mark's body in fear.

" YOU'RE A DISGRACE! I DIDN'T RAISE THIS KIND OF SHIT!" my father shrieked, smacking the book out of my hand.

I gasped in pain, the toga disappearing along with everything else. I looked at the fingernail marks left by my father. Blood oozed from the wound. I looked back up at him, betrayal and horror filled in my eyes. I saw my father's gaze falter a bit after our eye contact.

" M-Mark." I stammered, clutching his shoulder.

Mark wrapped a protective arm around me, staring my father down.

" You were supposed to be something special Seán. You were supposed to leave this dumbass prophecy in the dust. You were just supposed to join my council. But this shithead Mark corrupted you." my father growled, gesturing to Mark, " I can't believe I ever called you my son."

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as I thought of all the memories my father and I had. Me riding on his shoulders through open fields. Us playing and giggling at Heaven's picnics. Hi mm holding me close and reading me a crazy bedtime story.

I burst out crying, falling to the ground. Sobs racked my shoulders as I held my face in my hands. I felt Mark crouch down next to me and hold me close. He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, squeezing my hand.

I felt Mark stand up, and I could practically hear the glares he shot my father.

" Who the FUCK do you think you are?!" Mark yelled, getting up in my father's face.

My father seemed slightly taken aback by Mark's outburst, but Mark was far from done with him.

" Your skull is too thick to even fathom the fact your son is the most amazing thing in your pathetic life!" Mark spat, prodding his calloused finger at my father's chest, " Seán is an smart, gorgeous, badass person in the whole world! And he comes, facing his worst fears to try and save the SHIT HOLE that YOU caused, and you go straight into insults. Have you ever even stopped and thought about what your son is doing?! He's doing this because he. Loves. You. And God forbid that you even say a pitiful 'thanks'. You're disgusting."

Mark grabbed my hand, yanking me off the ground. I whimpered, wiping away my tears. Mark bent down and adjusted my askew halo. I giggled softly, sniffling and wiping my nose with my shirt sleeve. Mark held me close, rubbing my back soothingly.

" Look at him. Just look. He's your baby. Your son. And you treat him like day old bread. Can you even see the beautiful and, just special person he is? How goddamn hard is it? He radiates sunshine and rainbows, but it's as if you are blind, and just can't see them." Mark scoffed.

My father stood speechless, his mouth hanging slightly agape.

" That's what I thought. C'mon Jack, grab the book and lets go." Mark growled, pulling me away from my father.

I let out another choked sob, grabbing the book weakly. Mark grabbed my chin in his strong hands, and placed a delicate kiss to my lips. I smiled, feeling slightly better. I rested my head on Mark's shoulders, and walked away from my father.

And I didn't even look back.

HOWDY! I'm doing my best to find time in my week for this story bc I love it so much!!!!!!!!! Things are about to get spicy in the next chapter. Peace! Word Count: 1099

~ Dusty