The Demon's Pet

A/N~ OK SO IN THE FIRST TIME FOREVER FOR THIS FIC I WILL BE SWITCHING POVS. A LOT. NOT NEW TO ME, BUT NEW TO THESE GUYS. WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH AND POSSIBLE RESURECTION??? PEASKIES, JAS.

Oliver's POV

Wow, this is a sorry group. Jayy had blood dripping down his arms, Ryn was lying on the bed, barely breathing, Gerard was sitting near a Mikey-sized dent in the wall, holding Mikey in his lap. Dahvie, of course, was passed out, slumped against the edge of the bed. Well, there's nothing for me to do here. I was about to go back to Heaven when a hand wrapped around my leg. I looked around and saw Ryn, sitting up weakly, heaving gulps of air into her lungs which I could tell were not quite cooperating, her eyes full of an intense hatred and feral fire that I've only seen in Damned souls and demons, not to mention the Forsaken, the damned band of witches up north. "Not yet, bastard. You have some explaining to do."

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Jayy's POV

It felt like Azreal's time spell was still in effect. I saw an angel appear with Dahvie. He was about to leave when Ryn stopped him. I didn't think she had the strength in her, to be honest. Once I unfroze, which felt like forever, I ran to Dahvie's side and cradled his head in my lap. "Baby, baby, baby..." I was sobbing, rocking back and forth with him in my arms, stroking his hair. "Baby, are you there? It's been killing me not having you here."

I rambled on with things I never spent more than a second thinking, crying my eyes out like some little kid who wasn't getting their way. "It's gun'a ta'e a whi'e for 'im to wa'e up. Sure as Hell did las' time." I heard the angel say; it was the only thing I caught from him talking to Ryn, who had him cornered with Mikey's knife at his throat. I sobbed over Dahvie's unconscious form; well, at least I hoped he was unconscious. God damn it, I would kill the son of a bitch that did this to him.

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Ryn's POV

"Who are you?" I snarled, digging my nails into the guy's leg. "I'm Oliver Sykes. Le' go of me." He hissed, trying to pull his leg away. My nails, as sharp and long as they are, tore through his jeans and sliced his leg, pulling at his flesh and freeing some of it. "Not so fast. I have some questions." I pulled the knife the demon had dropped, pressing it to the fleshy underside of Oliver's chin, feeling the blade infiltrate his pale, tattooed skin every single time he swallowed.

"First; where are you from?" I snapped, pushing the knife towards him as I started to corner him, dragging a chair over by trapping my foot around one of the legs. I shoved his against the wall, sitting back in the chair. "I came from 'Eaven." "Second; what are you?" "I'm an angel of the lord. Not a likeable guy, God." I sneered at him, slicing gently at his skin; not enough to kill him or render him unable to speak, but just enough to hurt him.

"Third; why are you here?" He chuckled but didn't say anything. "I asked you a question." I hissed, digging the blade in further. A slight jolt of electricity raced from Oliver into the blade. "Dahvie as'ed if 'e could see you lo'. Don't know why 'e would wan' to see a bunch li'e you." He jerked forward, his neck almost impaling itself on the knife.

"Shut up before I kill you. Now, why did you take Dahvie from us?" I grumbled, pulling the knife further out of his neck. "God reques'ed an audience wif 'im. Now le' me go." Oliver growled, writhing around as if he was stuck. "Hmm...sure." I stabbed the blade forwards, energy crackling through Oliver and light flooding his mouth and eyes as the dagger entered the front of his neck and left the back.

A/N~~ IM SO SORRY AND IF YOU HAVENT PICKED UP ON BOTH CHARACTER DEATHS (?) IN THIS PART I AM SO SORRY FOR YOU