I jumped awake to the sound of firecrackers. For a second I was confused, but then I remembered what day it was.

New Years Eve, or otherwise known to the demons as “Day of The Fall”.

Today was the day Hell collapsed and the demons got free. Today was the demon’s new year. Today was the most dangerous for any slave because every demon has victory surging through them and they’re all just dying to display their superiority. Demons were more eccentric on this day, similar to being drunk. It was in their DNA and there was no telling how Jack would act. I groaned and irritably got out of bed, for some reason I felt extra grouchy as I quietly stepped downstairs and peaked my head around the corner, trying to grasp how he’d be acting.

He seemed normal so I stepped into sight.

“Good morning Alex, how are you?” He asked, jumping up.
“…Fine.” I replied, unsure.
“Did you sleep okay? Did the firecrackers wake you up? I can go make them stop.” He offered.
“No it’s fine.” I replied hesitantly, moving over to the cabinet.
“Why do you keep saying ‘fine’? Is everything okay? Are you hungry?” He asked.

And that’s when I got it.

I let out a laugh because Jack was reacting to today by being anxious.

“What?”

“I was worried how you’d act today, it being Day of The Fall and all that, but anyway now I see that you’ve become Mr. Protective now so I don’t have to worry about that. And I’m assuming since it’s today, we have a party or something to go to?”
“Yeah,” Jack grimaced, “I don’t want to, but I have to keep up appearances.”
“Yeah I know.” I mumbled, standing on my tip toes and reaching for a bowl.
“Wait, wait you might hurt yourself.” He rushed.

I laughed again and let him get it for me but then he decided that I needed to have the cereal and milk poured for me so that I didn’t hurt myself. I just went ahead and let him do his thing. It was better than him acting violently.

However, him offering to feed me was where I drew the line.

I could lift a spoon to my mouth by myself thank you very much.

“So when are we leaving?” I asked.
“Later tonight, around eight.” He informed, glancing outside.
“Oh my god Jack calm down.” I smiled. “Are you always like this today?”
“Yeah, all the rulers are.” He sighed, closing his eyes.
“Well I know something that’ll make you relax.”

He perked right up with a glint in his eye.

“Not that you perv!” I laughed, striding over to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of vodka.
“Here. Have a few shots.” I said, handing it to him.

He pouted a bit because I was giving him vodka and not myself but he’d just have to deal with it. I watched him open the bottle and chug for about five seconds. He brought the bottle away without batting an eye, as if he’d just been drinking water.

“Feel better?” I asked, slightly surprised.

I could do shots just as well as the next guy but I do wince at least a little.

“I guess.” He shrugged. “But not completely.” He winked.
“Come on knuckle head.” I laughed, giving in to his smirk and pulling him upstairs.

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After a day of rigorous “exercise”, Jack was driving us to the party. His hands were so firmly clasped on the wheel that his knuckles were white and I was slightly worried that it might snap in half before we even got there. Thankfully we arrived with no ‘wheel snapping’ incidents.

The party was being held at a nice hotel and when we pulled up, the door was opened for Jack. I sighed and went to open my own door but then Jack was there, opening it for me. I smiled up at him and stepped out, ignoring the faces of shock which followed us.
“The people here have a lot of power. Do your best not to step on any tails.” He warned.
“As long as they don’t step on mine.” I murmured back.

He scoffed in annoyance but still took my waist and held me close once people started eyeing me.

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I was pleasantly surprised to see that most of the slaves were adequately dressed, the least of which was a boy only wearing jeans but that was still reasonable; however two hours of watching Jack socialize with boring people, talking about boring things, while eating boring cheese on boring crackers, while sipping boring wine, and I was sick of it.

I sighed as I watched diplomats and other highly regarded people try to be funny as if they were each the most important person in the world.

I heard a group of them laugh that stupid fucking arrogant laugh which they all seem to have while being so fucking pretentious that I couldn’t help but make a face.

“Wipe that look off your face you shit, you’re in the presence of your masters.” Some guy said.

He was about Jack’s hight, he had black hair which he’d slicked back, he had a nose way too long for his face, and he looked to be in his forties. He honestly looked like the human embodiment of a crow.

“Wipe that nose off your face you shit, you’re in the presence of people. Honestly, you couldn’t
be bothered to possess someone attractive?” I snapped.

Normally I might not’ve gone off so much but I’d fucking had it with this stupid fucking party.
He had backhanded me before I knew it. The taste of blood filled my mouth and I looked up to see him with the most infuriated expression because someone had dared to not treat him like the heartbeat of the earth, rather treated him like the arrogant, scummy pile of shit he is. I laughed at his idiotic sense of pride, causing him to shove me back so hard I flew six feet and hit the marble wall.

I hit the floor hard and coughed. A bit of blood spurted from my mouth and sprayed the floor, burning my throat.

“I thought you guys were more creative than just pushing.” I rasped, my blood boiling as it coursed through my veins.
“Oh believe me we can get creative.” Some other guy growled, apparently he was crow nose’s friend.

I stumbled up to my feet.

This guy looked like your usual demon-possessed guy with all the perfect features from styled hair to muscles.

“Fuck off.” I replied, spitting on him and spraying small pink droplets on his face due to the residual blood.

His black eyes pierced me and he grabbed the leather around my neck.

“Oh what’s this? A collar?” He asked condescendingly. “I’m surprised anyone would want someone as disobedient as you. Maybe I should do them a favor and break you. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be shaking and on your knees, begging me to let you please me. I’ll train you to be the perfect lap dog.”
“I am not a dog.” I hissed through gritted teeth.
“You are, you just don’t know it. And when I’m done with you, you’ll act like one too.”

And that was it.

I nailed the guy in the nose with so much force that his firmly clasped hand caused me to go down with him. I scrambled to my feet, knowing I did not want to get caught on the ground. He jumped up half a second after I did and both of them went to charge but a figure stepped in their way, making them to stop dead in their tracks.

“I like my slave the way his is.” He said coldly.

It was Jack but that didn’t exactly mean I was free and in the clear.

Not that I really cared at the moment…

“Seriously Alex, why do you always insist on starting shit?” Jack snapped, rounding on me.
“Because I can.” I snapped back.

In that moment I was so filled with anger that I hated every demon I saw, even Jack.
He growled and leant down, yanking me up off the floor while whispering the words,

“Don’t make me make a scene.”
“Go ahead arrogant boy, cause a scene like you’re supposed to.” I hissed, rage surging through my body like a freight train as I demeaned him by comparing him to the people around us.

He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, clearly not wanting this but for some reason I couldn’t stop. Something deep down told me to shut up and that now wasn’t the time, but it was impossible to listen to it.

“You want creative, slut?” Jack asked, raising his voice.

He slammed me into the floor.

“You want me to switch things up?” He asked before dealing a kick to my stomach. “Because I can do that. You need to work on your fucking manners while you’re in the presence of your superiors.”
“I’m not “in the presence of my superiors.” No one is above me. No one owns me.” I snapped.
“Oh really.” He growled, stepping forward as he towered over me. “No one owns you?”

I gulped.

Just say he owns you, Alex.
This is not the time.

Despite that little voice, I still choked out,

“N-no.”

He reached down and yanked me up by my hair, I cried out from the pain and I was lifted off the ground. My hands flew to his, trying to pull up to ease the ache but it didn’t do much.

“It’s gonna be so fun to prove you wrong.” He smiled.

I groaned but I didn’t say anything and thankfully he dropped me. I’d just barely hit the ground before he grabbed my collar and hauled me out of the hotel and behind the building by the dumpsters. He threw me against the wall and I thought he was going to hit me, but instead he placed his hands on either side of my shoulders and hung his head. He stood there for a minute before I finally broke the silence,

“Jack?” I questioned, the defiance in my voice disappeared and was replaced with uncertainty.
“Shut up.” He snarled, his hands turned into fists.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, that may have been a stupid question considering what I’d just done, but I asked it all the same because I’d never seen him act this way.

A growl, like a lion’s, erupted from his chest, it’s not something I’d heard him do often because it’s a sign of absolute rage.

You do not fuck with a demon who’s growling. Even I knew that.

“I am so pissed I want to rip out your spine.” He said, looking at me and the fire in his eyes told me that he wasn’t fucking around.
“Why don’t you?” I whispered. “It would get me out of your hair.”

The growling got louder for a second before he spoke,

“But I don’t want to. I mean I do, but I don’t. I want you in my hair even though you make me want to tear it out.” He cried.
“Then don’t. Don’t kill me.”
“But I want to so badly.” He said, stepping closer. “I can’t tell you how badly I want to feel you die, how I want to feel the gentle ‘snap’ of your neck.”

His eyes blazed with want as his hand ran down my neck. I was frozen in fear. For a minute there, I actually thought he was going to do it so I whispered for the second time,

“You promised.”

His eyes darted to mine and his expression softened.

It sort of surprised me how quickly his mood and aura always changed the second I brought that up.

“I wasn’t going to.” He whispered, looking down. “Sorry, I think I lost control for a moment.”
“Jack what happened back there? I-I couldn’t st-stop.” I gasped, tears filling my eyes.
“Shhh.” He pulled me into his chest, “It’s probably because it’s the day of the fall. I’m not surprised it makes angels more irritable and ready for a fight, especially you being an archangel.” He soothed, rubbing my back.

I nodded into his chest, taking a deep breath. Knowing that it wasn’t really my fault for losing control like that made me feel better.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He asked.

I smiled slightly.

“I’m fine.” I murmured.
“No you aren’t.” He contradicted.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You’ve got bruises forming on your back, knees, cheek, and the skin in your mouth is ripped.”
“How do you know that?” I asked.
“I can feel it. The firmness of your skin changes where you have bruises forming. And you’re mouth is obvious because of the blood.” He explained.
“It’s weird how you can do that.” I hummed.
“You’re weird.” He retaliated.
“Oh nice one.”

Notes

Title cred: Don't You Go - All Time Low

Disclaimer: Sorry if there's a lot of mistakes in this chapter or the authors note, my dyslexia is being difficult today.

I'm baaaaaaaaaack (I wanted to come back with a better chapter than this but I couldn't make this one any better so i'm sorry)

also okay. I'm working on another one shot (don't worry, this one's happy).

Also I've come up with a story idea however it will only be five chapters long, but it'll be five long chapters. When you see it it'll make sense but i'm not sure how long it'll be till i start working on it.