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‘ Temptation. ‘

A loud voice rang throughout the church. The morning was still very early, birds chirped , the soft gentle sounds of the outside world muffled through the holy walls. 

‘ Temptation is something we all are confronted with in life, for it is the devil himself trying to guide us away from the arms of the good Lord. ‘ 

The church was silent, busy listening to the voice of the priest. He had a deep yet shrill voice that seemed to echo within the building. 

‘ I was faced with temptation the other day.  I was at a restaurant, enjoying the food and appreciating the blessing of an experience the Lord was granting me with. But, I was faced with my waiter handing me a drink; a glass of whiskey to be exact. Now, I didn’t want to be impolite and turn down the gracious offer of the free drink, but I didn’t want to drink it and give in to the devil’s liquid. There was a part in the back of my mind telling me to drink it, to take a sip and give into the temptation. But I didn’t, for whatever the devil tempts me with will not be stronger than my devotion to the Lord. For he has blessed me with this perfect life, and it is in my place to honor and share his good word with others so they may follow in his steps. ‘ 

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‘ So when faced with temptation, you need to remember the Lord. Remember all of the good, and the sacrifices he has made for you. For there is truly nothing that can be more precious than what the Lord has blessed us with. Don’t fall for the devil’s temptation, for he will never love you the way the Lord does. Amen. ‘ 

‘ Amen. ‘ The church echoed in response to the priest’s words. 

Bad cleared his throat, feeling satisfied on how he wrapped up his sermon on temptation. He waved goodbye to those in front of him as the fellow members started to depart from the pews. Bad readjusted his glasses, squinting as he tried to focus on a stranger in the back. 

During his sermon, a new face had showed up. He didn’t sit on the pews or pray like everyone else did, he just leaned against the wall the whole time, watching Bad preach the good word of the Lord. 

From what Bad could tell, the stranger had a soft light brown tone to his skin, with what seemed like black hair at the distance they stood apart. He wore a dark blue jean jacket, with a bright teal button up and a white scarf underneath it. He had bright blue pants, with lighter blue lines that surround the entire bottoms. That was as much Bad could have made out from where they were standing. 

Bad stepped back from his podium and moved towards the newcomer who had decided to join this Sunday’s mass. Everyone deserves a warm welcome, especially new faces who are here to open themselves to God. Bad’s shoes made a loud yet elegant thud, thud, thud sound as he moved down the steps of where he was standing. 

He stopped as a familiar face, Hannah, started making her way towards the isle. She nodded to him with a big smile and hummed, ‘ Have a blessed day, Father Halo. ’ 

Bad smiled gently. Although he wasn’t much of a smiler, when he did it was often described as small yet welcoming. He hummed in response, ‘ Take care of yourself, Hannah, I’d suppose I’ll see you on Wednesday? ‘ His gaze slightly shifted to focus on the stranger who was still leaning against the wall, staring off into the distance.

Hannah’s voice broke his stare as he went back to look at the shorter woman, her words tanged with a slight guilt,  ‘ Can’t, Father. I promised to help out with some charity down by Sam’s place, he needed a hand to help with an event. ‘ She sighed as she added, ‘ You know I wouldn’t ever miss church unless it was something important. ‘ 

Bad’s smile showed a small sliver of teeth, a gap towards the front of his teeth from his smile showing, as he listened to Hannah’s reasoning. He spoke gently, ‘ I’m sure the Lord would not be upset if you didn’t join us because you were helping those in need, but both me and the Lord will miss your cheerful presence here. I better see you next Sunday, you are one of my favorite faces to see. ‘ 

Hannah nodded as she started getting ready to leave, she grabbed her purse, ‘ You know I wouldn’t miss church for that long, coming here always gets me jazzed. ‘ She shook Bad’s hand before turning around and walking down the aisle. She turned a bit to wave at Bad as a farewell as she made her way out of the church. Bad waved back. 

Bad turned his head to focus his attention on the stranger. He walked over, trying his best to come across as friendly as to not scare the newcomer away. Getting closer to the stranger, Bad noticed more details about him. He had a strong nose, and eyes that seemed half lidded with the deepest darkest color, a dark timber brown to be exact. He also had eyebrows that rested naturally at an angle, with hair that was big and very fluffy. It was a similar style to what was in right now, but something about it was different. It was a bit on the curlier side at the tips of the dark brown almost black locks. He smelt like cigarette smoke. His chin was sharp and strong. His lips were parted and slightly moving as if he was talking to himself silently. 

The stranger blinked, shifting focus from where he was staring at to Bad. Bad gave a warm and big [as big as he could] smile to the stranger, he then reached his hand out, offering it to the stranger to shake. The stranger watched in silence as he cautiously reached for it, his hand loosely holding Bad’s as if he didn’t want to touch him. Bad disregarded this small observation and spoke happily, ‘ Welcome to our community, I’ve never seen you here, you must be new! I’m Father Halo. ‘ 

The stranger quickly let go of Bad’s hand after the handshake and shoved his hand back into his jean jacket’s pocket then looked at Bad curiously as an eyebrow raised up. He spoke, ‘ Skeptical. Most call me Skeppy or Skep. ‘ He looked up at the ceiling of the church as his eyes traveled throughout the holy place, then added quietly, ‘ Guess you can say I’m new, don’t often come to these types of places. ‘ 

Bad’s chest felt so filled with hope as he immediately replied, ‘ Well, it’s better late than never, that’s what my father always told me. It’s good you made a change to welcome the Lord into your heart, the Lord will appreciate it, no matter how long it took. ‘ Bad softly added ‘ It’s never too late to open yourself to him. ‘ 

Skeppy stared at Bad, his expression filled with both curiosity and annoyance. He threw his head back letting it rest against the wall as he spoke, ‘ This seems random, but how ‘bout we head down to a diner? Get some brunch, learn about each other more? ‘ He bit the inside of his lip, waiting expectantly for Bad’s response. 

Bad was taken aback, a bit surprised, but his eyes lit up at the idea of brunch. He let loose a huge toothy grin and spoke, ‘ That sounds lovely! Let me get changed out of this, and we can head out. ‘ 

Skeppy nodded,  pulling his keys out of his pocket, letting the metal ring swing around his finger as he spoke, ‘ I’ll see you at the front, we're gonna have a blast, Father Halo. ‘ 

Bad took off his cassock as gently as he could, to prevent any damage or accidental disrespect to the sacred clothing. He folded it nicely, running his fingers through the soft cloth one last time before putting it into his brown leather backpack. He placed down his personal bible first with his annotated bible right after. Along with his rosary set carefully on top of his bible. He turned around and grabbed his black and red plaid pants that laid across his desk and put them on quickly. He then looked at the mirror that hung on the wall in his office, studying his reflection. He fixed his hair and made sure his bangs were evenly parted, and combed through his thin hair with his fingers as he looked at himself. His mustache and goatee was perfectly trimmed, and his glasses were perfectly rested on his face. He smiled, satisfied with his appearance, as he grabbed a black turtleneck that was laying on a nearby chair. He pulled the turtleneck over his head and adjusted it, making sure to tuck the ends into his pant’s waistband. He grabbed a necklace that was laying on his desk and put it on, a silvery chain necklace that had a crucifix on the end. He fixed his hair one last time before smiling joyfully, then turned around to close his backpack, and made sure the straps were perfectly tightened. He threw the bag over his back and walked out of his office cheerfully. 

When Bad walked out of the church he saw a bright teal Chevrolet Bel Air convertible. Skeppy was sitting in the driver’s seat, a cigarette held lazily between two of his fingers as his head bopped to the beat of the radio’s tunes. Bad happily walked over to the passenger seat, and set his bag carefully on the seats behind it before sitting down himself. Once he was sat down he put on his seatbelt and curiously asked, ‘ Where we heading? ‘ 

Skeppy shrugged, ‘ This one diner I go to all the time, at the edge of town, think it’s called Mama’s Kitchen. ‘ He looked over at Bad, his eyes that were once filled with annoyance replaced with a soft and welcoming glance. 

Bad couldn’t help but crack a smile at the sudden change in Skeppy’s expression. Skeppy raised the cigarette from his hand to his mouth, rested his arm on the back of Bad’s seat, and turned his head back to watch behind him as he backed up. Once he was cleared, he turned his wheel, and made his way out of the church’s parking lot. 

Bad’s hair flowed in the wind as they drove throughout the heavy woods that surrounded their small town. Bad always enjoyed the time spent by the woods when he travels from place to place. Especially during the spring; seeing the leaves change colors, flowers blooming, the sight of nature changing and growing. Something about the forest always seemed so freeing, but he never dared to let any of his silly little daydreams become more than that, daydreams. 

♫♪ You look like an angel [look like an angel] ♪♫

♫♪ Walk like an angel [walk like an angel] ♪♫

Bad turned in surprised at the random music that filled the air, he saw Skeppy’s hand on the knob of the speaker turning up the volume. Skeppy spoke, ‘ The best way to enjoy these forests is having the radio on. ‘

♫♪ Talk like an angel ♪♫

♫♪ But I got wise ♪♫

Bad rested his elbow on the car’s door as he laid his chin on the palm of his hand. The sight was beautiful and the melodies of Elvis Presley’s voice made the scenery even more perfect. This moment was close to heavenly. Not fully heavenly, Bad would never dare to compare a place here on this earth to the eternal paradise. How could anything be more perfect than that? Bad scolded himself a bit for even considering the thought. 

♫♪ You're the devil in disguise ♪♫

♫♪ Oh, yes, you are, devil in disguise ♪♫

Bad’s eyes widened in surprise at the bumps as they approached the diner Skeppy was talking about earlier. The car bounced a bit as it turned into the rough terrain, the vehicle rolling over the gravel of the unpaved parking lot. Skeppy parked his car near the front entrance and turned off the ignition, then looked over at Bad with a small smirk. ‘ Here we are, home of the best apple cinnamon waffles you’ll ever eat. ‘ Skeppy took off his seatbelt, and opened his door to step out of the convertible. 

Bad followed in getting out, stretching his legs as he looked at the diner. It looked a bit run down, something about the place giving Bad chills, but he shrugged it off and followed behind Skeppy as they headed inside the diner, Skeppy holding the door open for Bad as they walked inside. 

The place was like any other diner; Black and white checkered floors, yellowed walls with red detailing throughout, and the white tables with red leather booths. The jukebox in the corner played a tune that Bad couldn’t exactly put his finger on. He walked more into the restaurant, letting the smell of delicious breakfast flood his nose. 

Skeppy walked past Bad, going deeper into the diner with Bad immediately following afterwards. Skeppy nodded at the man in the kitchen focused on cooking, ‘ What’s up, Velvet? ‘ 

Velvet perked up at the mention of his name. ‘ Skeps, is that you I see over there? ‘ 

Skeppy smirked ‘ Guilty as charged, we're gonna be sitting in the back, let Puffy know so she can take our order, whenever she’s ready. ‘ 

Velvet nodded before replying back with a loud amused voice that the whole diner could practically hear, ‘ Have fun with your new boyfriend you got there. ‘ 

‘ We aren’t boyfriends, goodness, never. We are just here as friendly acquaintances. ‘ Bad swiftly responded, with a small smile. There was no thought in his mind that Skeppy was unattractive or unworthy of love, but he could never love Skeppy, not like that. Skeppy was a guy, and he was a guy as well, and something like that would never be allowed in the Lord’s eyes. 

Skeppy huffed at Bad’s comment, a slight tone of what sounded like annoyance returning. He grabbed the cigarette that was resting in his mouth and put it out on the ashtray that sat on the diner’s front counter, then walked away towards the back of the place without a word or glance at Bad, Bad quickly following once he noticed Skeppy leaving.

Skeppy sat at the edge of the booth and scooted over, with Bad sat on the other side, also scooting over to face Skeppy in the middle of the table. Skeppy laid back, enjoying the calming environment of the diner. ‘ Isn’t this nice? ‘ 

Bad nodded anxiously, trying to ignore the chills he felt as he took more time observing the place. Something about it made him uncomfortable. Maybe it was the lack of crosses? Every place he has been to in town always had a cross somewhere. Maybe it was the isolation from the rest of town, or the unfamiliarity. I mean, I’ve never heard of this place before , he thought. 

‘ Hey, this place isn’t such a downer. I wouldn’t have taken you here if it was one, so take a second to relax, Father. ‘ Skeppy’s smooth, calming voice broke Bad’s swarming anxious thoughts.

‘ You can call me Bad, no need for Father Halo. ‘ Bad responded.

Skeppy looked surprised, his eyes were much bigger, and his face had an expression that Bad would only describe as puzzled. Skeppy quickly snorted in amusement, ‘ Than Bad it is, pretty name. ‘ 

Bad stared at Skeppy, now being the one in surprise, and smiled at the compliment. His name has been called pretty before, but something about it, the tone of Skeppy’s voice, made it feel different. 

Bad opened his mouth to speak, before the steps of heels approaching them made him hold back from talking. The woman who approached was relatively short, and she had long hazel hair. Her face was so joyful, a friendly face that seemed familiar. She held a small notepad in her hand and looked at Bad with a friendly smile. Then she quickly looked across the table, making direct eye contact with Skeppy, and her friendly smile turned into something saucy. She pointed her pen at Skeppy and spoke, ‘ Now what plans do you have with him? I better not see you back here in a week, all laid back as if you didn’t do something. ‘ Her tone sounded more of a mother lecturing a child than her teasing a friend.

Plans? Was this not a simple ‘get to know each other’ brunch? Bad thought as Puffy’s words hit him.

Skeppy pushed the tip of his finger against the pen and moved it away from him. He grinned widely, his smile carried so much mischief that it seemed impossible to miss. ‘ Don’t sweat it, Puffy. Can’t a guy come here with a friend? ‘ 

Puffy huffed at his comment as she attempted to hide her smile. She turned to Bad and then spoke in a genuine, but teasing voice. ‘ If he causes you any trouble, you let me know. I’ll make sure to take care of it myself. Now, how may I help you both? ‘

‘ Can I have - ‘

‘ Not you Skeppy, don’t be rude. Be a gentleman and let your friend order first. ‘ Puffy interrupted Skeppy, as she placed a menu onto the side of the table Bad was sitting at. 

Skeppy snorted humorously, he looked at Bad and nodded his head at him with an amused grin. 

Bad stared at Skeppy for a second before looking at the menu that sat in front of him, scanning the menu trying to find something. His finger dragged across the menu as he stopped at what he wanted. ‘ Can I please get bacon and eggs with potatoes? ‘ 

‘ How’d you like those eggs done? ‘ 

‘ Sunny side-up please. ‘ 

Puffy scribbled on her notepad quickly, hearing Bad’s order. She then asked, not looking up from her notepad, ‘ And what’d you want to drink? ‘ 

‘ Just black coffee would be fine. ‘ He responded softly. He added politely, ‘ Thank you. ‘ 

Puffy finished writing and turned to face Skeppy. ‘ I’m guessing you’re getting the usual? ‘

Skeppy raised both of his hands, showing his palms as he grinned, ‘ Guilty. You know me so well, Puffball. ‘ 

Puffy scribbled more on her notepad as she spoke, ‘ You’re very predictable with those damn waffles. ‘ 

Skeppy rolled his eyes, ‘ Velvet makes the most delicious waffles, it could convince any saint to turn to the devil himself. ‘ 

Bad shifted his legs uncomfortably at the comment. Even if it was a joke, something as horrible as being turned into the devil was not something that should be thrown around lightly. He brought his hand up to his necklace, nervously toying with the crucifix charm that it held. 

Puffy put her notepad away. ‘ I’ll be right back with both of your orders. Now Skeppy, you better not scare away your new little friend, I’m starting to like him. ‘ 

Skeppy grinned, ‘ No promises. ‘

Puffy turned and walked away, and once she left the hearing range of them, Bad turned to Skeppy in confusion and discomfort. Skeppy caught the other’s worried glances and he hummed, ‘ I was joking about the waffles, you don’t have to worry about me turning into the devil himself because of it. ‘

Bad quietly added, ‘ I know, but it still isn’t something you should joke about. You know how sneaky the devil can be. ‘ He took a deep breath and sighed, then added; ‘ But with you coming to church, you don’t have to worry about that happening. The Lord will protect you! ‘

Skeppy’s face was dull at the comment of the Lord protecting him. He mumbled under his breath, ‘ Yea, sure. ‘ 

Bad did not enjoy the silence that came to follow after. He came here originally to learn more about Skeppy, and this being a first impression was surely not going to make him feel welcomed. Bad tried to think of a way to continue the conversation, and he blinked as he thought of the perfect way to do so. ‘ So, what even made you come to Mass this morning? ‘ 

Skeppy’s eyebrow raised at the question, and he kept direct eye contact with Bad. He thought for a second, his fingers tapping the table gently as he thought. He shrugged, ‘ Guess you can say it was the Lord’s calling. ‘ 

Bad couldn’t help but let a grin display on his face. I knew it, I knew there was a reason I was so keen on wanting to know more about him! Bad thought excitedly, It was the Lord sending him my way, so I could help guide him into his arms! 

Bad reached over and grabbed Skeppy’s hand, silencing the tapping as he joyfully exclaimed, ‘ Well, that’s wonderful! May the Lord help guide you during your toughest times. ‘ His face felt so warm, and he was overwhelmed with so much joy. ‘ I’ll be here if you need any support on your journey of allowing the Lord into your arms. ‘ 

Skeppy was still, watching Bad. His eyes shifted, as he scanned all of Bad, then moved his hands away from his grasp and commented, ‘ Your hands are very cold. ‘ 

Bad quickly retreated his hands back to his sides, and apologized. ‘Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize they were that cold! ‘ He added shyly, ‘ Your hands are very warm though. ‘

Skeppy let out a sound of delight at Bad’s comment. His smirk that rested so naturally on his face made Bad filled with joy. He was excited to help Skeppy into appreciating the Lord. Skeppy leaned back, resting his arms on the back of the booth and hummed, ‘ Do you usually accept invites to brunch with strangers this willfully? ‘ 

Bad shook his head, then spoke. ‘ I usually don’t get invited out often for brunch, or really get invited to things at all. I tend to spend most of my days at home. ‘

Skeppy’s face turned into something that seemed like sympathy, but not fully. ‘ Shit, I wasn’t expecting that. With how friendly you are, I thought you would be booked with tons of people wanting to be with you. ‘ 

Bad awkwardly chuckled, ‘ Don’t worry, I know my community loves me, I don’t mind not being involved all the time outside of church. ‘

Skeppy stared at Bad, the silence was back and Bad was unsure how to continue the conversation so naturally. Bad sat quietly trying hard to think of ways to continue the conversation before the smell of food interrupted his brainstorming. 

‘ I got one plate of the bacon and eggs for the big man, and the apple waffles for the ding-bat. ‘ Puffy announced as she set both of their plates in front of them. 

Puffy set down their drinks soon after, as Skeppy protested. ‘ I don’t know who you callin’ a ding-bat,  you- ‘

‘ Pipe down, Skep, you know it’s true, especially with how much you love those cancer sticks. ‘ 

Skeppy rolled his eyes ‘ They’re called cigarettes, not cancer sticks. ‘

‘ Same thing. ‘ She teased. ‘ Now, enjoy your breakfast, you two. ‘ 

Bad nodded graciously. ‘ Thank you- ‘ His voice dragged as he tried to remember the waitress name, his eyes squinted attempting to read the name tag, ‘ Puffy- Thank you, Puffy! ‘ 

Puffy happily nodded as she took the thanks as a hint to leave them be. 

Skeppy grabbed his fork, ready to dig into his waffle, until Bad quickly reached over, and grabbed the other’s wrist with his hand gently. They both stared at the other, and Bad softly added, ‘ We should say grace before eating. ‘

Skeppy was frozen, staring deep into Bad’s eyes. He sat there for a moment thinking on what to do, and hesitantly, he slowly moved his hand down to place the fork back onto the table. Bad’s hand remained wrapped around the other’s wrist.

Bad moved his hand from Skeppy’s wrist to his warm, soft, hand. He then brought his other hand up, waiting for Skeppy’s other hand as well. Skeppy slowly placed it into Bad’s, and Bad closed his hands, holding Skeppy’s in his. Bad’s fingers gently rubbed against Skeppy’s skin before he closed his eyes, hanging his head low. He took a deep breath before he spoke, ‘ Dear Lord above, thank you for this meal, bless the life, labor and energy it took, and may it grace us with the life and energy it’ll give us, thank you for all the blessings you have provided us. ‘ Bad sat in a moment of silence, enjoying the perfect moment before he finished. ‘ Amen. ‘ 

‘ Amen. ‘ Skeppy quietly muttered after Bad’s prayers. 

Bad slowly released his grasp of the other’s hands, and Skeppy swiftly took his hands back, grabbing the fork again and getting ready to scarf down his food. Bad grabbed his fork and started to eat his breakfast, first focusing on eating the eggs. He watched as Skeppy wasted no time on eating his waffle, making sure to include the glazed apples in every bite. Bad watched him eat as he enjoyed his own breakfast; the eggs were very well made. The runny yolk was always Bad’s favorite part, though he wasn’t a fan of how much of a mess they can be. Once he had finished his eggs, he moved on to the two strips of bacon. He chewed on the chewy pieces of meat as he continued to watch Skeppy.

‘ So uh- do you usually stare this intensely at someone while they’re eating? ‘ Skeppy questioned with a mouthful of food, then chewed in silence as he observed Bad, and swallowed. ‘ No wonder you don’t get invited out. ‘

Bad jumped in surprise and stammered out,  ‘ Oh! No- no- no, I- I didn’t mean to stare at you- I- uhh- I just usually get lost in my thoughts, and I didn’t realize that- ‘ 

‘ You know, you are so strange, you’re a very strange man, Bad. ‘ Skeppy taunted.

Bad let out an embarrassed snort, and went to continue eating his breakfast, moving onto his potatoes. He looked away from Skeppy and stared off into the distance, still feeling heavily embarrassed from being called out. 

Bad gently placed his fork down and grabbed a napkin, patting his mouth. He grabbed his mug of coffee and sipped what he had left of it. Skeppy was already done with his food, not leaving a single crumb behind. ‘ Are you gonna finish your food? ‘ He pointed out, hinting towards the piece of untouched toast that was laid on Bad’s plate. 

Bad shook his head, ‘ I try to avoid bread or anything similar, it gives me really bad stomach aches. ‘ 

Skeppy chuckled and reached over, grabbing the toast without asking, and started munching on it. Bad watched, a bit displeased at Skeppy’s hands being where his food would have been. He took one last gulp and finished his coffee, then set the mug down and looked at Skeppy, waiting for him to finish his piece of toast. 

Skeppy scooted over towards the end of the booth after finishing his toast, then stood up and stretched his body. Bad looked at Skeppy, a bit puzzled on why he was getting up, but before he could speak, Skeppy was dropping a 5 dollar bill on the table. Bad looked in shock, he could have sworn they didn’t spend more than 3 dollars on breakfast. Skeppy rested his hands on the table, facing Bad he spoke with a huge mischievous grin ‘ Come on, let’s ditch this place. ‘ 

Bad looked at Skeppy’s warm syrup-brown eyes that were glowing with excitement, then he mumbled slightly. ‘ Shouldn’t we wait for the check? Five dollars is a lot of money. ‘

Skeppy shrugged. ‘ Old lady deserves it, she’s a hard worker. Plus, I got the money to spare, come on. ‘ He lifted his hands off the table, standing up and waiting for Bad to get up as well. 

Bad moved from his seat to the edge of the booth, rising up and staring at the slightly shorter male. Skeppy smirked as he nodded his head towards the exit of the diner, shoving his hands into his jacket’s pockets as he turned around and started walking away, not checking if Bad was following. Bad looked at the table one last time, feeling guilty about not contributing to his half or even the tip, and so he reached into his pants pocket and grabbed a quarter to set down next to Skeppy’s 5 dollar bill. 

Bad made his way to the exit of the diner, and saw Skeppy outside of the diner through the glass door. Approaching Skeppy, he watched as the handsome guy pulled out a lighter from his pocket, and at a closer look he spotted the unlit cigarette resting between his lips. Bad opened the diner’s door as Skeppy lit his cigarette, making eye contact with Bad and smirking. He straightened up and took a long inhale, then took the cigarette from his month to his hand, turning away from Bad as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. Skeppy cleared his throat and spoke ‘ So, where you crash at? ‘ 

Bad looked at Skeppy, a bit shocked, but he looked up towards the distance nonetheless, staring at the thick woods. ‘ Close to the opposite side of town, past Sam’s general store. It should be down a road called Chicago Street. ‘ 

Skeppy spoke confidently. ‘ I know where that is, one of my favorite spots in the forest is nearby. ‘ 

Bad looked away from the forest, turning to make eye contact with Skeppy. ‘ Why’d you ask? ‘ 

‘ Well, I’m not gonna leave you here to walk all the way back home. ‘ Skeppy shrugged as he continued, ‘ I brought you up here, it’s only fair I bring you back home safely. ‘ 

Bad smiled at how thoughtful Skeppy was. He walked down the path and made his way to Skeppy’s car to wait for him, as he took joyful steps towards the convertible, he smiled to himself at this experience of getting to learn more of Skeppy. Today was nice, Lord, thank you for sending him to- His thoughts were interrupted as he stared in horror at what laid on the ground in front of him.

A light grey-brown bird laid on the ground lifeless, its feathers scattered around the small body, small spots of blood shone under the sun. An overwhelming punch of emotions hit Bad, as he crouched down and stared at the deceased bird. He tried his best to hold back the tears from flooding. He then felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, and turned to look up, teary eyed, seeing Skeppy standing above him. His face was full of somber at the sight of the helpless creature. Bad sniffled, looking back at the bird, the more he focused on the bird, it finally hit him. It wasn’t just any bird. It was a mourning dove. A dove. A dove that was supposed to symbolize the holy spirit laying right there, dead in front of him. 

Bad clasped his hands together in prayer as he whispered, ‘ May this dove find peace, and may its soul depart peacefully and through the mercy of God rest in peace. ‘ He was still, trying to bring himself to finish the prayer for the small dove so that it may rest. ‘ Amen. ‘ 

He stood up, still maintaining eye contact with the bird. His heart was racing, it felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. Was this a sign from God? He thought anxiously. Who could this dove symbolize, what is God trying to warn me about?

‘ Move over. ‘

Bad turned around and took a step back as Skeppy moved forward, holding an empty paper bag in his hands. Bad watched as Skeppy kneeled down to the bird, gently scooping the fragile body and placing it into the bag. He picked up the bag as carefully as he could, and stared at Bad, then he gently spoke. ‘ I’ll bury this little guy after I drop you off, I know a peaceful spot where I can bury him. ‘ 

Bad nodded, sadness and anxiety still filling his heart. He watched as Skeppy made his way to his car, and gently set the bag in the vehicle. Bad’s heart dropped as he made a realization. 

The dove was a sign from God, it was a warning for Skeppy. Skeppy was that dove, he was going to be taken away, maybe even be led down a dark path away from the holy spirit. This is why the Lord sent Skeppy his way, for Bad to help Skeppy and open his heart to the Lord. To protect him.

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‘ There is no greater sin we act upon than judgment. ‘ 

Bad’s voice was sturdy, his hands firmly planted on the pulpit. He stared into the eyes of the members of his community in front of him, waiting for him to preach the word of the Lord. 

‘ Who are we to pass judgment on those around us, for only the good Lord can make those judgments and determine on who’s worthy for the eternal paradise that awaits us in the end. ‘ 

Bad’s right hand slowly dragged against the top of the wooden pulpit that held his annotated bible. Several pieces of paper with notes written on them peeked out of the pages, scattered throughout the book. His finger bumped into the bible, and he felt the paper with his fingers, feeling the miscellaneous notes brush against his skin as he moved his finger up and down. 

‘ I- ‘ Bad paused, his body shaking still recalling the events that happened last Sunday. Remembering the dead dove, the warning God was giving him. The warning to help protect Skeppy from the wrath of the devil himself. ‘ I have caught myself close to passing judgment recently. Judgment that was not mine to pass. ‘ 

Bad’s left hand reached up, placing a firm grasp on the cover of the bible. The leather was rough from wear, it wasn’t nearly as soft as the seat in the diner. Or as comfortable as Skeppy’s convertible seats were. 

Skeppy. 

Skeptical. 

That was all that was on his mind, the stranger he met exactly a week ago. There was something about him that hooked Bad, something that made him want to learn more about the strange newcomer. Bad closed his eyes, reliving the memories of last Sunday. 

‘ I almost passed judgment towards a new acquaintance of mine. ‘ He mumbled just loud enough for everyone to barely hear the words leave his mouth. ‘ He- ‘ Bad paused, trying his best to look for the right words. ‘ He was a stranger when he came across my way, a stranger who stood in the back of this very church. ‘ 

Bad watched as some of the members of the congregation turned their heads around, looking for the aforementioned stranger. Bad looked along with them as well, still longing to see his face again. It had been a whole week since he’d last seen Skeppy. Ever since their brunch hang out, Skeppy didn’t come back to Church on Wednesday, and even now, a week later, Skeppy was nowhere to be seen. 

‘ He admitted to me that he doesn’t swing by church often. Hearing that admission of not being an active member of this community, let alone devoted to the Lord himself gave me a feeling. A feeling that felt wrong, as if I could feel this stranger’s sin poisoning my body. ‘ 

The poisoning feeling wasn’t an agony inducing feeling, it was, to Bad’s dismay and confusion, one that his body craved for even more of. He craved the feeling of being surrounded in the sinful poisoning, having it eat through his skin and flesh, destroying all of him until he was nothing but a skeleton. The small taste of it made his body ache for more of the forbidden toxin that Skeppy’s sin radiated. Maybe it was the cigarette smoke that he would breathe in around Skeppy that made him feel that poisoning feeling, the smoke burning the insides of his mouth and lungs. Skeppy did love his smokes. He let out a small grunt of frustration, breathing out and shutting his eyes tightly. How could he have thoughts like this, especially having such a longing for sin? The Lord had taught him better than this, he wasn’t going to give into the devil’s trap that was making his body beg for more sin. He opened his eyes, and desperately looked around the church again, hoping Skeppy would turn up, trying his best to ignore his sinful thoughts. He wanted to spot Skeppy’s familiar presence, hoping he would have shown, to share the same devotion Bad had for the Lord, in order to help keep Skeppy safe and protected from the devil. 

He lifted his head up and stared at the edged ceiling that came up to an inverted point, watching the ceiling with eyes that filled his glare with a somber sadness. He continued, ‘ But, once I got more familiar with this stranger. I realized he was sent to me by the Lord himself. He told me himself that the Lord’s calling had sent him to this church. The Lord sent him directly to me, to help save him. If I were to judge him in that moment before, I would have turned him away from hope, turned him away from any opportunity to save his damned soul, and turned him away from the Lord’s love and protection. ‘ 

Turned him away from me , Bad thought quietly. He lowered his head, scanning the church one last time for Skeppy. The spark of hope in his chest quickly faded as he couldn’t spot him anywhere. He let out a sharp breath as his fingers traced over the gold leaf ‘HOLY BIBLE’ text that was imprinted onto the leathery covering, then opened the book to flip through the pages. He stopped as he stared at the yellow stained paper, covered in the holy verses. With a loud, rumbling, Mmhum sound, he cleared his throat and spoke. ‘ Everyone please open your bible, and flip to Matthew 7. ‘ 

***

Bad closed his bible as delicately as he could with fragile fingers. He looked up, watching everyone make their way out of the pews, and down the center aisle to exit the chapel. He felt a hand land abruptly on his shoulder, and he turned his head to make eye contact with whoever was stood next to him. He was a pale male with hickory brown hair, he wore glasses that always slanted crookedly and he had a big smile that attempted to warm Bad up. The joyful male greeted him, ‘ Brother Halo. ‘ 

‘ Brother Ant. ‘ Bad nodded in response. 

‘ So, who’s this new friend of yours? I haven’t caught any new faces today. ‘ Ant croaked as he squinted, people still filing out in the distance. ‘ Maybe it’s about time I get new glasses. ‘

Bad snorted in a humorous delight at Ant’s comment and spoke, ‘ You’re half as blind as I am, Brother Ant. You don’t need to worry about your vision, he didn’t show up again. ‘ 

Ant removed his hand from Bad’s broad shoulder and hummed in a tone, one drowned in disappointment. ‘ I don’t think your friend is going to be showing up again. ‘ 

‘ He will. ‘ Bad interrupted defensively. ‘ He’s a very busy guy, ‘ Bad tried to think of excuses for Skeppy’s lack of appearance, ‘ He- He did admit he doesn’t often stop by churches, maybe it’s the Lord challenging my devotion to him, challenging my eagerness to help share his words. ‘ 

Ant looked at Bad, doubt covering his face as he listened to Bad speak. He let out a weak smile, ‘ Well, I’ll keep an eye out for him. What’d he look like? Does he have wheels I can keep an eye out for? ‘ 

Bad gave Ant a smile full of determination and hope, ‘ He was around my height, maybe a bit smaller. He had really big but curly hair that fluffed out a bunch on the top of his head. The sides were very shaved out but not all the way bald. ‘ Bad’s eyebrow furrowed as he tried to remember every detail about the stranger, ‘ He had brown skin, and brown eyes that were both very dark and colorful. His car was a teal convertible, though that is all I could tell about it. The car was very cherry, it looked almost identical to those ads with how perfect it was. ‘ 

Ant nodded and patted Bad’s back. ‘ Well, I’ll make sure to keep an eye out for you, Brother Halo. ‘ 

Bad hummed graciously, ‘ Thank you, Brother Ant. You’re very kind. ‘ 

‘ Of course. Now, I better head back home, I got plans later tonight. ‘ 

‘ Plans? ‘

‘ Mhm, with a friend, I shouldn’t be late so I need to roll. ‘ 

Bad nodded and turned his body to face Ant, grabbing the other’s hand as he shaked it. ‘ Have a blessed day, Brother Ant. I’ll see you Wednesday. ‘ 

‘ Wednesday. ‘ Ant repeated as he finished his handshake with the other. He faced away from Bad, making his way down the steps and turning one last time to wave at Bad. ‘ You have a blessed day as well, Brother Halo. ‘ 

Bad watched Ant exit the chapel, and as he heard the doors shut he realized he was the only one left in the building. He stood there in place, the feeling of loneliness taking over once again. Normally, he was used to the wave of loneliness that would constantly drown him after Mass. He really didn’t have someone to hang out with or talk to casually outside of church. But, at that moment, he longed to hang out with Skeppy. Catch up with him, talk about what they missed with each other, pray together. For the first time in a while, Skeppy made Bad feel welcomed, destroying that feeling of loneliness that hung around him constantly. 

Bad grabbed his heavy, annotation-filled bible as he carried it to his office, and opened the door of the cluttered room to set it down on his desk. He rested his hand on the messy desk, it was filled with papers and had garbage strewn about everywhere. His finger glided along the edge of the wood as he made his way behind the desk where he found his clothes he had packed folded nicely inside his backpack that was resting on the chair. He reached inside, pulling out the clothes. Carefully, he unraveled the fascia that was wrapped around his waist, then took off his cassock, making sure to take care of the holy clothing gently. Bad folded it nicely, and placed it on his messy table, then grabbed the fascia and folded the silky fabric before setting it on top of the cassock. He grabbed a pair of dark brown pants and pulled them up his waist. He grabbed the bright red button up next, sliding his arms into the long sleeves, his fingers shook a bit as he buttoned up the colorful shirt. He tucked the ends of the shirt into his pants, as he always does, before moving onto the last piece of clothing. A black wool vest, he slipped it over his head and arms into the holes of the vest as he tucked it down nicely. He walked towards the wall to face his mirror and his reflection for a bit, still taking the extra time to neatly fix his hair, making sure his hazel curtain bangs laid nicely, making sure he looked perfect. 

He walked back to his desk, grabbing the backpack and placing it onto the ground before flopping onto his chair. Every inch of him longed for Skeppy, he wanted to meet him again. He caught himself toying with his silver necklace, fidgeting with the crucifix at the end. Rubbing his fingers against the different textures of the crucifix had reminded him of being in the diner once again. He smiled a bit as he remembered the moment. Remembered Skeppy. He needed to see him again. Something in him was telling him, no, screaming at him to find Skeppy. Maybe it’s the Lord, Bad thought, Maybe it’s the Lord telling me to not give up hope. 

The diner, Bad finally thought. He must be there, from what that waitress said, he sounded like a usual customer. Bad excitedly stood up, and he grabbed his backpack to place it onto the desk. He carefully grabbed his cassock and put it inside the bag. He grabbed both of his bibles, setting them together on top, and placed the red beaded rosary finally into the bag. He closed it, grabbing the bag, throwing the strap around his shoulder and rushing out the door of his office. He exited the church entrance, turning around to lock the doors and making sure the place was secure. He stood outside, staring at the empty lot for a moment, half expecting to see Skeppy’s car but immediately being hit with disappointment. 

I need to go back to that diner, Bad thought, his head and heart aching at the lonely feeling he felt. It was down the road, shouldn’t be a far walk. 

Bad made his way down the side of the road, lightly jogging as the sounds of the woods surrounded him while he made his way to the diner. He listened to the birds chirp from a distance with songs that made the environment seem so peaceful. It felt like the smell of the woods was taunting Bad, trying to pull him away from his jog to Skeppy. The woods did smell nice, they had a nice earthy scent, and the fact it did rain the other day wasn’t helping with the lulling smell. Bad stared at the woods as he paced quickly down the road, the desire of going into the woods had never been stronger. Normally, he would take his time and enjoy what the Lord was blessing him with, try to experience the things around him, especially with how perfect the scenery was. It almost felt too perfect. But he was in a hurry. His eyebrows furrowed with frustration at the temptation the woods offered for him, trying to distract him and lead him off his path to Skeppy. He shook his head, focusing back on the road, the Lord gave him a mission and he was determined on completing it. Lord please tell me he’s still there, Bad prayed, please, please, don’t have him gone from the diner already.

Bad made his way towards the end of the road and saw the sandy parking lot, his heart beaming with joy as he saw Skeppy’s car parked in the exact same spot from last week, the bright teal color of the car glowing under the sun’s rays. Wanting to rush down 

towards the diner and look for Skeppy. He took a step forward, his foot landing in the gravel covered ground, but something stopped him. Something made him stop dead in his tracks. He felt as if something was trying to pull him away, beckoning him to not go, let alone take just another step. The thought of getting any closer made his stomach turn, as if his body wanted to vomit at the sickness the sight of the diner gave him. He felt restrained, like something was doing everything in its force to prevent him from going even a little farther forwards. The hairs on the back of Bad’s neck rose. The devil. Bad thought anxiously, The devil is trying to stop me from saving Skeppy. 

Bad stood frozen in time, his hair flowing gently in the wind. He stared at the diner, he was so close to Skeppy, he was so close to his grasp, to being saved. The devil was trying to scare Bad, preventing him from saving his friend. He had always preached about the dangers the devil waved, especially with how adamant he could be to guide saints off the path of God. Bad felt terror fill his body, he wanted to run in and save Skeppy, but with the devil around he could feel that Skeppy wasn’t the only one being pulled in. With one last breath Bad gathered as much of his strength as he could muster, trying to ignore the devil's warning, and took a big step towards the diner. His heart raced, beating faster than he could even count as he walked towards the entrance. The crunches of the gravel under his shoes sounded louder than ever compared to the silent air, where not even a bird dared chirp, as he made his way towards the door. He felt as if the devil was following right behind him on his heels, waiting to strike any opportunity given. Bad reached into his pants pocket, pulling out the silver necklace as he tried to stay strong. He squeezed the metal charm of the cross in his hand, letting the edges dig into his skin. ‘ May the good Lord protect me from the hands of the devil, may he provide me with protection and strength to help Skeppy. Amen. ‘ He muttered under his breath.

He looked up and realized he was approaching Skeppy’s car, it was still so shiny. So perfect. Seeing the sight of the car so close, he knew Skeppy was nearby. I’m here to save you from the devil’s grasp, Bad thought willfully. His free hand reached out for the vehicle, his fingers touching the teal metal, lightly floating across it as he made his way closer to the diner’s sidewalk. He continued to pace, smiling as he looked up at the sky. He was safe, he could feel it in his heart, now warm with determination, that the Lord was protecting him. His fingers lifted off the car as he stepped onto the smooth concrete sidewalk, his head turned to look at the spot where they had found the dead dove just a week ago. Sorrow pained his heart as he remembered the entire moment of finding the poor creature, the small bird was now up above, in the eternal paradise, resting peacefully with other passed loved ones and creatures. While it pained his heart to know the tiny bird was dead, he felt comforted knowing it was up in heaven. He turned his head down, now looking back at the floor. I need to find Skeppy, Bad thought, determined, I need to save him before the devil gets to him first, I can feel that the devil is still around. 

Bad walked confidently in strides, approaching the front door. He opened the door and entered the diner once again, the warmth of the building and the smell of freshly made pancakes filled the air. The jukebox still played music, though it was muffled, making it difficult to hear the words that filled the air with song. He took a deep breath before turning his head towards the right side of the place. Skeppy must be in the back again, Bad thought surely. 

He started walking towards the table they sat at last time, noticing the guy in the kitchen was different. It wasn’t the same one from last week who had made a [not so humorous] joke about him and Skeppy, and a part of Bad was curious about his disappearance, but also felt relieved he wasn’t there to make more comments. Bad walked towards the back and noticed Skeppy wasn’t there and stood confused, frantically turning his head around the diner, looking for Skeppy. 

‘ He’s on the other side, hun. ‘

Bad jumped in surprise, startled by the random voice. He turned around, his head tilting downwards to face the same waitress from last week, who stood behind him. He breathed heavily, trying to stop his heart from racing so much and nervously laughed, ‘ You startled me, I didn’t see you come up behind me. ‘ 

‘ Well you need to be more aware of your surroundings, especially considering someone as short as me is always pacing around the place. ‘ She sassed Bad, sighing with a grin plastered on her face. ‘ You know, I was starting to get a bit worried that he scared your kind soul away. Skeps thinks he’s such a badass, but he’s much more of a chicken if you ask me. ‘ She huffed. Her stern frustration at the thought of Skeppy quickly softened as she added, ‘ Though, he has the heart of a saint, once you get to know him. ‘ 

Bad smiled at the comment. Hearing someone comment on Skeppy having saint like qualities made him excited, there was hope on saving Skeppy, he wasn’t too late. ‘ I can tell, both me and the Lord have faith in him. ‘ 

Puffy looked at Bad with a bit of surprised confusion on her face, Bad caught her glare, covered in shock, and he awkwardly laughed. ‘ He told me the Lord sent him my way, I’m the priest for the church down the road. ‘ 

Puffy mumbled in surprise, ‘ Oh, I never saw Skeppy as the religious type. ‘ Her face twisted in confusion, and before Bad could respond she continued, ‘ Well, I guess it only takes one person to completely change a man. ‘ 

Bad nodded in agreement. ‘ Anyone can work and change for the better with the help of the good Lord by their side. ‘ 

‘ So you said you were a priest? ‘ Puffy questioned him. 

Bad nodded and awkwardly reached his hand out for her, still slightly shaking from the encounter with the devil earlier. ‘ Most call me Father Halo, but you can call me Bad. ‘ 

Puffy reached her hand out and shook Bad’s hand, smiling widely. ‘ Name’s Puffy, but you already know that. I own this restaurant with my son. Nice to meet you! ‘ 

Bad smiled, ‘ Well it’s nice to meet you too, it’s always nice to meet someone new in this small humble town. ‘ 

Puffy nodded her head in agreement and pulled her hand back, resting it against her waist. She then whipped her head back, ‘ If you want to see Skeppy, follow me. ‘ And turned around, walking with a clack, clack, clack, from her heels tapping against the tiles. Bad followed behind her awkwardly, trying to pace behind her just close enough, but not too close where he was hovering over her. 

As they moved towards the other side of the diner to reach Skeppy, Bad could hear the jukebox playing some tunes, the music getting clearer as he moved closer. The trumpet sounded so vivid, making the run down diner feel so alive. As they turned to walk towards the corner down the left aisle of the diner, Bad spotted the back of a head that looked like Skeppy’s. 

 ♫♪ Never thought that you would be ♪♫

♫♪ Standing here so close to me ♪♫

The lyrics flowed so naturally as Bad approached Skeppy, his heart beating with excitement as he and Puffy got closer to the handsome young man. It had been so long since he'd seen his acquaintance. He still was unsure about fully considering Skeppy a his friend since they barely knew each other, but he was the closest thing Bad had to a friend and he cherished that. 

♫♪ There's so much I feel that I should say ♪♫

♫♪ But words can wait until some other day ♪♫

Puffy’s hand smacked the back of Skeppy’s head lightly, making Skeppy dramatically fling his head forward, almost hitting the table. He dropped his newspaper on the table harshly, turning back to look at Puffy with an annoyed glare, ‘ What was that for you ditz?! ‘ 

‘ I brought you your little friend, he was looking for you. ‘ 

‘ What friend? ‘ Skeppy questioned, he leaned back catching glances with Bad. Bad felt his stomach flutter with joy seeing Skeppy’s familiar friendly face. Skeppy stared at Bad in awe before his shock turned into an expression of pure delight. 

♫♪ Kiss me once, then kiss me twice ♪♫

♫♪ Then kiss me once again ♪♫

♫♪ It's been a long, long time ♪♫

Skeppy sat up excitedly, bringing his hand up and pulling it towards himself to beckon Bad to sit with him. Bad noticed how decked out Skeppy was, he wore a white sweater with a blue stripe near the V-neck collar that was loosely hanging around his torso. He noticed Skeppy’s leg poking out from under the table, he wore nice solid bright blue pants that were wider near the ankle. Puffy stepped back, letting Bad pass by her, and he took his backpack off, setting it onto the opposite side of the booth before shifting into the seat and scooting in to sit right across from Skeppy. He relaxed, getting comfortable in the spot. 

♪♫ Haven't felt like this my dear since can't remember when ♪♫

♪♫ It's been a long, long time ♪♫

Skeppy stared at Bad with big, round, curious eyes, and he rested his elbow on the table as he rested his chin on his hand. His smile was big, and it subconsciously made Bad smile when he saw it. Skeppy twisted his head to face Puffy, ‘ Can you get us two of your finest apple ciders? ‘ 

‘ Only one actually, I’m not much of a cider drinker. ‘ Bad commented quietly, he continued, ‘ If it’s not too much to ask, I’d like a cup of black coffee. ‘

Puffy nodded, taking out her notepad and scribbling it onto the paper. 

‘ While you’re at it, can I get the sliced chicken sandwich? Heavy on the cheese, please. ‘ Skeppy commented.

Puffy nodded, she continued to write as she spoke, ‘ I’ll fetch that for you boys, be right back. ‘ Puffy put the notepad away as she turned to head towards the kitchen. 

♪♫ You'll never know how many dreams I dream about you ♪♫

♪♫ Or just how empty they all seem without you ♪♫

Skeppy turned his head, reconnecting eye contact once again with Bad. His smile was wide, his eyes squinted from how much his cheeks raised from his grin, and his head was tilted a bit. Skeppy teased giggly, ‘ Been a while, hasn’t it, Bad? ‘ 

Bad nodded his head, smiling even bigger back at Skeppy. There was something about his presence that was so captivating. ‘ I noticed you’ve been missing church, I wasn’t sure if something happened, but I wanted to come check up on you! ‘ Bad exclaimed. 

Skeppy’s eyebrow raised in a questioning glare, ‘ You’ve been trying to look for me at church? ‘ 

♪♫ So kiss me once, then kiss me twice ♪♫ 

♪♫ Then kiss me once again ♪♫

♪♫ It's been a long, long time ♪♫

Bad’s voice cracked in response, ‘ I haVE. ‘ 

Skeppy looked a Bad for a second, his cheeks painted a light blush as his body shook as he was holding back. Finally he let out a loud belly laugh at Bad’s voice crack. 

Bad rolled his eyes embarrassed, slightly smiling to himself listening to the other’s laughter echo throughout the diner. 

Skeppy slowly gathered himself together, calming down from his loud laughter. The tunes of the jukebox slowly died down until the sounds of a different song filled the air. The environment was so lively, and Bad couldn’t tell if it was because of Skeppy’s presence or if it had always been like this. Skeppy looked at Bad and chortled, ‘ Well, I’ve missed you too, I forgot how funny you are. ‘ Skeppy brought his hand to his lips still loosely chuckling, ‘ One strange funny man. ‘ 

Bad attempted to hide his smirk as they sat there in silence. Bad wanted to keep talking to Skeppy, but was unsure on what they could even talk about. Skeppy took out a box, opening it and pulling a cigarette from it. He placed the cigarette between his lips, as he shoved the box haphazardly back into his pant’s pocket. Bad rested a hand on the newspaper that laid in front of Skeppy. ‘ Mind if I take a look? ‘ 

Skeppy didn’t look up as he wiggled around trying to find something, muttering a small, ‘ Uh huh ‘ through one side of his mouth as he continued to struggle. 

Bad slid the newspaper across the table towards himself, and looked up as he watched Skeppy’s face lighten up with satisfaction as he pulled out a metal lighter. He flicked the top open exposing the insides. He placed his finger on the wheel, swiftly pushing it down so it made a clicking noise. A spark came out of the eyelet, but nothing else. Frustration came from Skeppy as he continuously kept trying to get the lighter to start a flame click, click, click, harshly running his thumb over the wheel over and over. Bad reached his hand out, palm facing up, ‘ Here give it to me. ‘ 

Skeppy looked at Bad, his face a bit annoyed and embarrassed by his failed attempts. He slammed the lighter onto the other’s lighter palm. Skeppy leaned over the table facing Bad, moving the cigarette in his mouth towards the center and holding it steady for Bad to light. Bad flicked the lighter open, flicking the wheel a couple times before getting a steady flame from the sparks, and lifted it to the end of Skeppy’s cigarette, successfully lighting it. Once a stream of smoke started to form at the end of the cigarette, Bad gently closed the lighter and politely handed it back to Skeppy. 

‘ Hey, you never told me you were a smoker.’ Skeppy hummed in delight, wrapping his hand around his lighter he had received back.

‘ I’m not, ‘ Bad replied, ‘ I’m used to using zippos since I light the candles back at church. ‘

Skeppy fidgeted with the lighter for a bit until fully shoving it back into his pants, and took a deep inhale from the cigarette. He took the cigarette from his mouth to his hand, leaning back against the booth letting a big cloud of smoke leave his nostrils. Bad looked at Skeppy then back down to the newspaper that laid in front of him. Last time, the silence between them both was awkward, and while it still was awkward, it felt much more like a natural awkward. Bad picked up the paper, flipping through the pages, though nothing really caught his eye. 

‘ Come on - Let’s have a ‘COKE’! ‘ 

‘ TEENS LOVE BEATLES! The Volkswagen Convertible! ‘ 

‘ Postal Service the Correct Way! - THE AMARI WAY! ‘ 

 ‘ The greatest name in cigarettes; Rothmans ‘ 

Bad kept scanning through the paper skimming through the ads plastered throughout the paper. He kept looking up, getting sneaky glances at his friend smoking, bopping his head to the jukebox, enjoying the environment . Bad smiled, enjoying this moment with Skeppy. 

In the corner of Bad’s eye he caught Puffy returning with a tray full of goods. She stopped the table, reaching her hand over and grabbing and placing down a glass cup that looked to be filled 

with Skeppy’s apple cider on the table. She grabbed the handle of a white mug as well, and set it in front of Bad. Bad ushered a small ‘ Thank you ‘ as she placed down a plate with Skeppy’s sandwich, and she nodded appreciation towards Bad’s polite words. 

‘ Enjoy, you two. Let me know if you need anything else. ‘ A motherly smile showed on her face as she stared at them both, and then she leaned her body towards Skeppy to point a finger at him. ‘ Behave. ‘ 

Skeppy let out an amused laugh at Puffy’s warning as she started to walk away from the table. The cigarette rested so naturally between his lips. Bad picked up his arms, resting them on the table, his palms open and ready to take Skeppy’s hands. Skeppy looked back at Bad and saw him awaiting his hands. He stared a bit, confused, but something in his mind dawned on him, and he lazily brought his arms from the edge of the booth to the table. He sloppily placed his hands over Bad’s, and Bad immediately closed his hands tightly, trapping the others' very warm and soft hands in his. His thumb slightly traced over the other’s knuckles, leaning his head downwards and closing his eyes. He cleared his throat, and began to pray; ‘ Dear Lord above, we thank you for this meal. May it bless the hands, animals, and plants that helped provide it, and may it give us the life, energy and strength we need to prevail. Thank you for the blessings and protection you have given us. Amen. ‘ 

‘ Amen. ‘ Skeppy mumbled under his breath, his voice slightly muffled by smoke as it leaked out of his mouth. 

Bad’s fingers loosened their grip around Skeppy’s hand, and Skeppy moved his out of Bad’s cold palms, going to pick up his sandwich. He used his free hand to reach for his cigarette, holding the smoke between his fingers as he started to eat the sandwich with no hesitation. Bad picked up his mug, staring inside of it to look at the black liquid that waded up the sides of the white cup from him picking it up. His reflection was shown in the coffee, and he stared at the reflection shaking slightly. Something about his reflection in the coffee looked different from his mirror back in his office. Maybe it was the constant movement from the coffee that made him feel distorted. Bad wrapped his fingers around the mug’s handle tighter, feeling the warmth surrounding his hand as he brought the mug to his lips, and sipped the piping hot coffee. It was hot, but not hot enough for Bad to retract back. He drank the smooth liquid as it slightly burnt the tip of his tongue, and watched Skeppy as he took sips of his coffee. The boy was taking turns eating his sandwich, taking a huge gulp of his cider, then taking a moment to smoke his cigarette. 

‘ What’s the appeal to your smokes? ‘

Bad asked out of the blue, disrupting the previous comfortable quiet between them. Skeppy stopped his continuous cycle, and looked at Bad with a dumbfounded expression. His eyes were wide, his lips dropped with the cigarette loosely hanging between them, and his eyebrows raised. He took the cigarette from his mouth to his hand, then he reached his hand over and offered the cigarette to Bad, holding it between his pointer and his thumb ‘ Well, see for yourself! ‘ He joyfully hummed. 

Bad lifted his hand up, pushing gently at Skeppy’s wrist to move the cigarette away from his direction.  ‘ No thank you, I try to avoid tobacco. ‘ 

Skeppy shrugged as he popped the base of his cigarette back between his lips, and moved it towards the corner of his mouth with a small motion. ‘ Your loss.’ He teased. 

Bad leaned back, drinking his coffee as he listened to the jukebox’s music fill the air. It was playing some Beatles song, but he couldn’t quite place his finger on the song. Skeppy took one last gulp of his apple cider, and placed the empty glass cup on the table. He held his cigarette and tapped it over the edge of the table before returning it back to his mouth. ‘ You aren’t hungry? ‘ He questioned.

‘ Nope! Could say the Lord’s love is enough to fill me up. ‘ Bad giggled. 

Skeppy rolled his eyes, ‘ Love is an emotion, it can’t fill you up as greatly as food. ‘ 

‘ I was joking, I’ll eat something back home, I didn’t bring much money. ‘

‘ I don’t mind paying for you. ‘ Skeppy added, taking a long breath from his cigarette. ‘ Got more than enough to spare. ‘ He then blew smoke out of the corner of his mouth.

Bad smiled gracefully, ‘ I do appreciate your kindness, but I’ll eat back home. ‘ How could he even eat right now anyways? His stomach still felt so twisted and upset, with the knowledge that the devil was still waiting somewhere, waiting to strike. Anything he ate probably would have quickly come back up anyways.

Skeppy nodded, and reached into his pocket to grab something. He tossed a folded 5 dollar bill on the white table, then moved from his seat to the edge, planting his feet on the ground and raising up. Bad followed the motion as he moved out of his seat and stood up to grab his bag. 

Skeppy made his way towards the front of the diner, taking the short remains of his cigarette from his lips and crushing it into the ashtray that sat on the counter. He rested an elbow on the counter leaning towards Puffy on the other side. ‘ Aren’t you gonna say goodbye to me? ‘ 

Puffy was scrubbing the metal counter, and paused her cleaning as she turned around to face Skeppy. ‘ You’re lucky I’m not chasing you out of my establishment. ‘ 

‘ Aw come on, you love me! In fact, ‘ He paused, his voice adorning a more mischievous tone, ‘ You should come give me some sugar. ‘ 

Puffy caught glances with Bad and spoke annoyed, ‘ Father Halo, come grab your friend and take him to the Lord before I show him myself. ‘ She added under her breath, ‘ If he even goes up, that is. ‘ 

Skeppy was toying with a wooden dome box, ‘ Oh come on now, have some faith in me! ‘ He grabbed a toothpick from the box, and placed it between his fingers, before scraping it between his teeth as he continued, ‘ If Bad can have faith in me, why can’t you, Puffball? ‘ 

Puffy turned back around, going back to her scrubbing. ‘ If I turn around and I still see your face here, you’re gonna be lucky to leave my diner alive. ‘ Her tone was annoyed, but showed she wasn’t really upset.  

Skeppy giggled, taking the comment as his cue to leave, and he chewed at the edge of the toothpick as he headed towards the door.

Bad hummed a ‘ Goodbye! ‘ to Puffy as he followed Skeppy out of the restaurant, but stopped at the door, slightly hesitating on stepping a foot outside, knowing the devil was out there. But, despite his worry, Skeppy was also out there and Bad needed to watch over him. To help protect him, like the Lord would have wanted him to do. Bad pushed open the door, hearing Skeppy still chuckling, ‘ Now if Velvet was there, he would have backed me up. ‘ 

‘ Velvet? ‘ Bad questioned. The name sounded familiar, but he couldn’t remember exactly where from.

‘ He was here last week when I took you here, guy with the brown reddish hair in the kitchen. ‘

Bad’s mind clicked, remembering Velvet. ‘ Oh, him! Yea, I did notice him missing, where is he? ‘

Skeppy shrugged his shoulders. ‘ Out with a friend, he left a notice last minute, from what Puffy told me. ‘

Skeppy walked towards his car, swinging the door open and slid onto the white leather seat of the driver’s side and pulled out his keys; shoving them into the car and turning the ignition. He looked at Bad with a warm smile, watching Bad nervously play with the cuffs of the red button up he was wearing. Bad felt like he was constantly aware of his surroundings, in fear that the devil was still around. ‘ So, I guess I’ll see you on Wednesday? ‘ 

‘ I come here almost every day, so yea, I’ll see you back here Wednesday. ‘

‘ No- I mean back at church. ‘ 

Skeppy’s smile quickly faded as soon as he heard the words left Bad’s mouth, ‘ Oh. Yea. That. Listen- ‘ 

Bad could practically feel his heart drop, he was too late. Skeppy was already down the path of following the devil. 

‘ Don’t have any hope in me to come back to church. It’s nothing against you, you’re a very charming guy, and very convincing may I add- ‘ He paused. ‘ But church isn’t for me. ‘

‘ Church is for everyone! ‘ Bad stammered out interrupting Skeppy. He was in pure shock hearing Skeppy’s confession. ‘ You need to give it another chance, you should stop by Wednesday, I can - ‘

‘ Bad- ‘ 

‘ Make you feel so welcomed and- ‘

‘ Bad. ‘ 

‘ I can help change your mind, it’s not- ‘

‘ BAD. ‘ Skeppy’s voice roared. His expression full of frustration, his posture was stiff, full of an emotion Bad couldn’t recognize but knew was not a positive feeling. ‘ I am not going back to church and that’s the end of that. ‘

Bad felt pain in his heart, knowing his only friend wasn’t even willing to give church a chance. How selfish could Skeppy be? Taking all his time to do as he please, without leaving any room

for the Lord, how greedy. He took a step forward, anger welling in his heart, ‘ You are being so selfish, you need to accept the Lord into your heart! ‘ Desperation dragged in his voice. 

‘ I don’t need to accept shit. ‘ Skeppy finally snapped. The silence from Skeppy’s swear filled the air. His face was sour and twisted, filled with anger as he looked away from Bad and turned his head around to back his car out. Once he was clear, he was ready to leave until;

‘ Skeppy, I’m trying to save your soul from the devil. I want to help protect you from his grasp. ‘ Bad finally spoke, his words full of genuine concern and worry for his new friend.

Skeppy looked at Bad with a look of regret from snapping at him, chewing the toothpick uncomfortably. The moment of vulnerable tenderness he had was soon taken over with a stone cold, serious glare. Skeppy’s voice dead and blank. ‘ Instead of focusing on and worrying about others' souls, you should look out for your own. ‘ 

With that, Skeppy hit the gas pedal, driving out of the parking lot and into the distance without giving Bad a second glance. 

Chapter Text

♫♪ And now, the end is near ♪♫ 

The radio’s calming tune of Frank Sinatra’s deep voice filled the still, stiff air. Alongside the song playing throughout the rectangular, wooden, radio was a small flame that crackled in the firepit. The logs that lay inside were pitch black, with soot and ash scattered throughout the bottom of the pit, covering it in a layer of matte black. The flame, though small, was loud enough to be heard crackling in the dead atmosphere. The walls rumbled as the wind blew against the wooden spruce logs, and a window made a small whisper as the wind seeped through the cracks. The inside of the cabin was relevantly small and cluttered; Clothes were scattered throughout the house, with mugs, silverware, and other dishes miscellaneously sitting around on different surfaces. Long, wooden crucifixes were displayed on the wall, and while it seemed messy, everything was in organized piles. The living room had only one place to sit, a brown loveseat with a red tint to it, covered in patchy fabric. It sat on top a red rug with floral-like markings on it. Next to the chair, there was a small wooden table, the top covered in paper adorned with scratchy handwriting. A bible that was opened with a pencil laying in the spine between the pages. In front of the chair displayed the dying flame that depressingly danced in the fireplace. Above the fireplace, a little shelf held items on it, the left half of the shelf displayed photos in cracked and dirtied picture frames. The pictures, originally printed in monochrome but now tinted yellow with age, captured important moments, though they were difficult to decipher from years of distortion. The first photo held a young, small boy, with a big toothy grin showing a huge gap between his two front teeth. The boy was holding a bible that was far too big for his hands to carry. His hair seemed neatly combed, with the short hair coming to a small curve near the top. The second photo showed the same boy, but seemingly older, maybe a teenager. He was looking at the camera, a proud smirk on his face, sitting at a desk covered in paper and notes. It looked as if he was studying. He held what looked like a pencil in one hand, with the other hand holding his cheek, his elbow propped up near the edge of the table. The last photo was the same boy, now clearly an adult, on his knees with his hands in a praying pose, a pope standing in front of him, hands hovering above his head. This photo was, oddly, the most distorted image out of the three. The right side of the shelf had a black wooden display, the wood rested at an angle with leather against the inside of the display, the display was empty as the item it held was taken out. Above the shelf, the wall had a hand-carved wooden cross, the body of Christ being crucified carved onto the timber crucifix, that hung untouched on the almost blank wall that showed above the fireplace.

♫♪ And so I face the final curtain ♪♫

A pair of pale thin fingers trembled as they traced along a silver-metal dagger, the fingers gliding across the blade’s smooth edge, pushing the fingers against the dagger’s sides; but not hard enough to break the skin. The blade's sharp, flat edges dimly glowed from the small light the open flame provided in front of the holder. The handle of the dagger was metal as well, with engravings of the cross and other holy sigils engraved into the metal that another hand held tightly. The dagger was a gift, a gift meant to protect the receiver. A dagger that is said to have a blade sharp enough to cut through the Devil’s skin. A dagger meant to protect the one who wields it and kill the Devil himself if ever needed. 

♫♪ My friend, I'll say it clear ♪♫

The fingers pulled away from the dagger, the other hand’s grip wrapped around the base even tighter as the veins showed against the light skin. The holy blade was brought to a man’s face; His eyes were a dull forest green color, his face unexpressed, with facial hair that started to slowly patch the bottom of his chin, and his glasses resting on the bridge of his sharp nose. His attention focused on the blade, studying the edges, making sure the dagger was just sharp enough, making sure the dagger wasn’t dull. The weapon seemed untouched for years, yet to be used, but always ready. Regardless of use, the strange man made sure the dagger was always sharp. Ready to pierce it into the throat of the Devil himself, to bury the blade deep inside the throat of Hell’s sinners.

♫♪ I'll state my case, of which I'm certain ♪♫ 

The quiet male placed the dagger onto his lap and sighed, looking down to stare at the reflection his dagger showed. He studied his face, letting thoughts flood through his head. He looked up from the dagger to watch the flames that were dancing in front of him, and stared at the flames, so small, so helpless. He felt guilty, thinking about the poor, small, helpless damned souls in hell, stuck burning in a pit of agony for infinity. He felt his heart ache at the thought, and a part of him wanted to reach out, place his hands into the open flames to help save those souls, and give them one last chance at redemption for the Lord to save their pathetic lost souls. His body was suddenly hit with an overwhelming feeling of nausea, and his body began to tremble at the sickness. Why am I feeling guilty for these sinners burning in hell? They wanted this, they refused the good Lord’s protection. He clenched his hand against his stomach, feeling weakness infect his body. They had this coming. They deserved it, and who am I to feel guilt for those who the Lord had deemed unworthy enough for his paradise? His skin prickled as he felt guilt for questioning the Lord’s judgment in the first place, for feeling sympathy for those who backstabbed the Lord. They are the Devil’s followers, they deserve no sympathy. 

♫♪ I've lived a life that's full ♪♫ 

The anxious male picked up the dagger once again, clutching it in his hand and gripping tightly onto the sharp blade that made him feel strong and protected. He wanted to hold onto the dagger for the rest of his life, always having that feeling of strength that the Lord’s protection gave him. He picked himself up, standing as he held the dagger, ready to return it to the display that was on the shelf above the firepit. He felt lightheaded, still consumed by the guilt of questioning the Lord. How could he, one of the few mortals who was so close to the Lord, question him? No sinner who showed no intent to cherish the Lord deserved his sympathy.

 Sinner. 

Skeppy. 

He felt the hair on his body rise, his stance wavering a bit as he thought about his friend. Was he a sinner? He had no care or interest in going to church. He didn’t want to accept the Lord into his arms; he was more than willing to abandon the Lord. He was a sinner. A sinner who deserved what was waiting next for him. The fiery pits of hell burning at his flesh, living every day in agony and pain, never to know the feeling of peace in the eternal paradise. He felt his heart break thinking about Skeppy’s future, his eyes beginning to well up in tears. Sure, the sinners deserved that fate, they deserved to be burning in constant anguish, but did Skeppy? No, Skeppy wasn’t like the other sinners. He showed him nothing but pure kindness, he was perfect in every way; From his beauty, to how he held his cigarettes, his soothing voice that graveled slightly, his hands were as warm and soft as his heart, he had the heart of a true saint. His soul was so pure, so kind, so gentle. It didn’t deserve any form of torture, not for infinity. The stranger wanted to hold the sinner’s soul, and be held by the soul in return, to feel surrounded by the pleasant feeling the soul spewed out, and let it suffocate him. The male felt sick thinking of Skeppy in pain, and slightly hunched over, feeling destroyed by the thought of even the smallest bit of pain that could ever be inflicted onto Skeppy. Skeppy, more than anyone, deserved to rest peacefully when his time came. To have his beautiful soul be cherished and resting. Hell was no home for someone like Skeppy, and Skeppy deserved to be in the perfect eternal paradise with him when they do eventually pass on from the mortal realm. He wanted to rest with Skeppy, and have them both be at rest peacefully in the Lord’s perfect, eternal, paradise. Maybe there was still time to save his friend, time to help save his damned soul, time to bring him to accept and embrace the Lord so that they could be together after death. He had hope.

♫♪   I traveled each and every highway ♪♫ 

The male looked up at the crucifixion of Christ that was displayed on the wall above the fireplace in front of him, pleading eyes filled his gaze. He made small, quiet, and careful steps towards it, and rose his head up high to look at it. He then brought his hands together, fingertips gently pressed together, preparing to pray with the dagger’s handle being held loosely between his palms with the blade pointed downwards. ‘ Lord, ‘ A small voice came out, rasped in desperation, his head tilted downwards as he quickly shut his eyes. ‘ Please protect Skeppy from the Devil’s grasp, I don’t know what to do, but I need to save him. He may be a sinner, but he can be saved, I- I know there’s still hope. If there’s anything, any sign you could show me to help protect him from the Devil’s grasp, please. Please give it to me… Am- ‘

♫♪ And more, much more than this ♪♫ 

A loud hiss spat out from the fireplace, the sounds of an object falling apart echoed throughout the cabin. The begging male jumped backwards in fear, his eyes shooting open as he backed away from the angry flame and dropped the dagger on the ground beside him. The fireplace ‘s burnt logs collapsed in on themselves, causing the embers and ash to scatter everywhere, surrounding the awkward male. The fire roared louder than it had before, the flame growing bigger by the second as it crackled in rage. The flame was more alive than it had been all night. The male quivered in fear, staring in horror as the embers scattered away from the flames, and danced around the dagger. The desire to hold the blade had never been stronger. Every inch of his body wanted, no, demanded for him to reach for the dagger, for him to hold the sharp object. For him to use it. 

The stranger’s heart raced, this was the Lord trying to contact him. He knew it. He looked up at the ceiling, confused. What was the lord trying to tell him? He was puzzled on what the message could have meant, however, his body cried for the feeling of digging the sharp edge deeply into someone’s skin. To have blood splattered and dripping from his hands, to feel the warm, thick, liquid drip down his knuckles, all the way to the edge of his blade, to have the dagger covered in the beautiful, scarlet liquid. To be covered, no, drenched in the blood of the damned. To kill the sinner. To kill Skeppy. He folded, dropping to his knees, and letting them  hit the wooden floor with a harsh, loud, THUD . His hand slowly and shakily reached for the holy blade, his fingers wrapping  around the handle of the dagger tightly, unable to keep his hands still as he brought the dagger from the ground to his chest, holding it close to his heart. He had to murder Skeppy, for he now knew it was the Lord's will. The Lord knew how to save Skeppy from the Devil, and he needed to listen to the Lord’s will, to help protect Skeppy, help save Skeppy. To bury the dagger into Skeppy’s throat, to draw out the dark-red sinful liquid from him, to clear him from the Devil that was infecting him. To murder, no, to cleanse him. 

♫♪ I did it my way ♪♫ 

***

‘ The Devil’s sinners. ‘ Bad began. ‘ They are the true enemies, for they have betrayed the trust and love of the Lord for their own selfish, sinful pleasures. ‘ 

Bad’s hand was clenched in a fist as he hit his pulpit with a loud BANG. He brought his other hand up, reaching out for the congregation. ‘ We are the Lord’s children, we must listen, and fulfill his calling. We must live our lives by his words for the fullest prosperity. Pay attention to the holy words, and listen to his calling to protect us from the Devil. ‘ 

Several eyes watched Bad, he felt his heart weep, he needed to save their souls as well before it was too late. He didn’t want to lose someone else to the Devil like he lost Skeppy. A hopeless despair filled his heart, and Skeppy was nowhere to be seen. Yet he held onto hope that somewhere, away from the Devil’s control, Skeppy would have changed his mind and showed up to church again. His teeth chattered as he did his best to hold back the tears, mourning the loss of his beloved friend. He wanted to cry, sobbing until he physically couldn’t weep another tear. ‘ We are nothing but objects for the Devil to use, and if we don’t devote our lives to the Lord, we will fall into the Devil’s hands. Living the rest of our lives in agony, tortured by the flames that would consume us infinitely in hell. ‘ 

His hand shook as he brought it back to the pulpit with his other hand. He fidgeted with his fingers, picking at the edges of his fingernails. He closed his eyes, his shoulders violently shaking as he held back a sob. Oh Skeppy, please forgive me. Forgive me for not saving you sooner, forgive me for not trying harder , Bad pondered as his heart ached. He took a strong, sharp breath and looked up at the congregation in front of him. He caught eyes with Ant, his expression full of concern and worry for Bad.

 ‘ We need to share the words of the Lord, so that we may not lose another person. No one deserves to be unwillingly dragged into the path of the Devil. ’ He took a deep breath, his eyes so full of tears, ‘ The Devil has taken too much good, it has tainted so many innocent souls. For his temptation damned the innocent souls of the Lord’s good children. I pray for them everyday, I - ‘ His voice weak, getting harder to continue. 

‘ I - I lost someone. A friend, to the path of the Devil. ‘ Saying the words out loud made the emotions hit him harder, making the situation engraved into his mind that this wasn’t just a scary thought, but reality. 

His body so badly wanted to hold Skeppy, hold his hands that fit oh so perfectly in his, and pray with him. Pray with him for his safety, pray for his wellness. His angelic brown eyes looking back at Bad, filling his heart and soul with so much warmth and acceptance. His soft mumbling of an ‘ Amen ‘ after they prayed, a voice that made Bad feel hypnotized whenever his mysterious friend spoke, the cloud of smoke from his cigarette that constantly lingered from the bud to his delicate lips. Someone as perfect as Skeppy was taken away by the Devil, so soon, too soon.

‘ I couldn’t save him, the Devil got to his pure soul before I could have helped save him, I- ‘ Bad couldn’t contain his tears anymore, they began to drop onto the bible, making small puddles on the leathery covering. He hung his head low, trying his best to cover his weeping. He looked up, trying to  swallow back the tears, and opened his mouth to speak. Bad noticed Ant, his hand planted on the bottom of the pew he was sitting on, ready to stand up. 

‘ Don’t get up. ‘ Bad spat sourly, frustration and sadness stir in his voice. 

‘ Brother Halo, I- ‘

‘ Don’t speak either. ‘ Bad interrupted. His voice had an edge to it, making the atmosphere tense, as he continued, ‘ You are in the presence of Christ! You will respect this sacred holy chapel. ‘ Bad’s nose wrinkled, full of desperation and frustration. He disliked snapping at others, especially at Ant. But he had to. He had to make sure Ant knew his place, make sure Ant wasn’t going to fall vulnerable to the Devil’s hands either. Bad looked away from Ant to study the rest of the congregation, tears still dripping down his face, his sadness slowly shifted to a type of anger. His expression challenged anyone who dared to try and interrupt the sermon, and after a moment, he let his shoulders drop as he straightened up. 

 ‘ The Devil is cruel. He will take away the purest soul, and destroy them until nothing is left. He will leave behind the husk of a saint, for he doesn’t care, nor love the sinner he created. ‘ Bad felt his anger and sadness was swiftly turned into pure rage, his blood boiling. His face scrunched up in a furious outrage as he opened his bible. He looked down, his expression so full of hate as his hand darted for the annotated bible, and he angrily flipped through the pages as his temper got worse the longer he searched through the holy verses. The Devil will face my vengeance with the blade of my dagger. I will take away his life, the body of whom the Devil possessed. Bad swore, he felt possessiveness towards the only person who had ever welcomed him, made him feel different, made him feel free. The longer he thought about his lost friend, the more it fueled the rage that he had toward the Devil. He finally stopped at a page, Romans 6. His eyes ran along the surface, and once he found it, his finger traced the line.  ‘ Let not sin therefore reign in your mortal body, that ye should obey it in the lusts thereof. ’ The line tainted his mind, it felt like the verses were taunting him about who he had lost. He breathed loudly, his body violently shaking from the overwhelming emotions his body felt all at once. He looked back up to the members who sat on the pews, disgust and hatred filling his eyes. He was aware of the dagger nearby, the dagger that awaited him next to his bible. The blade was sharp, ready to slay the Devil if he dared to make his presence known. I will avenge what he, the Devil, has taken away from me. My Skeppy.  

*** 

Steps filled the still air as the congregation left the pews, exiting the chapel. Bad stood watching as they left one by one, out into the Devil’s tainted world. From the corner of his eye, he caught Ant moving towards the front towards Bad. Ant walked up the steps, approaching Bad, his posture and face full of concern. Bad watched Ant cautiously as he got closer to Bad. Ant reached out, his hand resting on the side of Bad’s arm, his grip light. He stared at Bad for a second, his expression was clear, showing he was trying to search for the words to say. 

‘ Is-… Are you- Are you doing alright, Brother Halo? ‘ Ant finally asked. 

Bad’s serious and angered face was quickly dropped to pure sadness as he slowly dropped to the floor, too weak to continue standing. He rested his head against the pulpit as he began to sob. Ant followed Bad’s movement, sitting on the floor next to Bad, his hand gently rubbing his back. As much as Bad disliked touch, he welcomed Ant’s comfort to his mourning. Bad wept harder than he has ever had in his life. He brought his hands to his face, trying his best to muffle out the sobbing. He felt every part of him wanting to scream, scream at the Devil for taking away his only friend. The devastation he felt was too much for him to bear. After what felt like hours of crying, he moved his hands from under his glasses, away from his face. He looked at Ant, tears still running down his cheeks. ‘ He- He- He’s g- gone. ‘ Bad finally sputtered out.

Ant looked at Bad with worry, he asked softly, ‘ The guy you’d talk about last time? ‘

Bad’s face twisted with sadness, his lip quivering as he nodded a slow ‘ Mhm. ‘ 

‘ I’m sorry to hear, Brother Halo. All we can do now is pray and hope he finds the path of the Lord again. Move away from a lifestyle of sin-‘ 

‘ He didn’t willingly become a sinner, the Devil took him away! ‘ Bad snapped. 

‘ Brother Halo, the Devil may be capable of using temptation against the Lord’s children, but I don’t think he has the capability of- ‘ 

‘ You know nothing of what you are saying! The Devil is more powerful than you think.’ Bad exclaimed, grabbing the top of the pulpit as he rose to his feet, staring  at Ant with a rage that has returned. He hissed, ‘ The Devil took him away, he would have never willingly turn to a life of sin. The Lord sent him to me for a reason, the Lord knew the Devil was going to target Skeppy. ‘  

‘ Maybe he willingly became a sinner. Maybe Skeppy decided a life of sin was more valuable than turning to the Lord. ‘ Ant stated, a slight anger was heard from his voice. He got up from the floor to stand directly in front of Bad, challenging his words. 

‘ You know nothing of Skeppy. How dare you speak of his name, speak as if you know anything of him. ‘ Bad felt frustration fill his body. What part of this was Ant not understanding? Skeppy was forcefully taken away by the Devil himself, Skeppy would never willingly go down the path of a life full of sin. 

‘ You do not know if I- ‘

‘ I know you have no idea who Skeppy is, and you have no place to speak to me about Skeppy. ‘ Bad felt disgusted by Ant’s words, as if he knew anything about his precious friend. 

Ant opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He took a deep breath before looking away from Bad. He paused for a moment, in thought, then walked down the steps as he made his way away from Bad. He turned to look at him one last time, ‘ You know nothing of sinners. You should show more compassion for them instead of trying to justify your sympathy towards them by claiming the Devil took them. ‘ And with that, Ant turned back around and walked out of the chapel. 

Bad wanted to yell at Ant before he left, but couldn’t find the right words to say. He returned back to his pulpit, closing his bible. His fingers traced over the ‘ HOLY BIBLE ‘ text imprinted on the black leather trying his best to calm down. What did Ant even know of sinners. Bad thought. He must repent soon for expressing any thoughts of having sympathy for the Devil’s sinners, especially in the place of God. Bad grabbed the holy book and his rosary along with his dagger as he made his way out towards his office. 

He opened the door as he walked into the dimly lit, messy room. He made his way towards his desk, setting down his bible, rosary and dagger on the wooden table. He walked to the chair awaiting him, as he crashed onto the seat and let the cushion sink him in. He brought his hand to the radio that sat on the corner of his desk, twisting the knob and letting it play to a random station. 

♫♪ Regrets, I've had a few ♪♫ 

He brought his hand to grab his rosary, lifting it up gently. He brought the beaded object to himself as he toyed with it. Rubbing the red wooden beads with his thumb. They were smooth against the tip of his thumb. He slowly brought the crucifix that hung from the bottom to the palm of his hand. He moved his thumb, switching it to his index finger as he traced the detailing on it. 

♫♪ But then again, too few to mention ♪♫ 

Bad listened to the radio hum the tunes as he kept toying with the rosary. He placed the rosary down, laying it gently on top of his annotated-filled bible. He slumped in his chair trying to distract his thoughts but every part of him wanted to mourn for Skeppy. Skeppy. Every inch of him longed for Skeppy, despite only knowing the familiar face for a short amount of time, his heart ached for more time with him. He was like a medicine that cured Bad’s illness. His loneliness. 

♫♪ I did what I had to do ♪♫  

♫♪ And saw it through without exemption ♪♫ 

Bad got up from the chair, he bent down to grab his backpack that leaned against the table. He placed the bag on his empty chair, he reached in grabbing his clothes that were shoved in the bag. He took out the clothes one by one, placing them on the table. He took off his fascia, placed it on the chair’s back, then took off his cassock afterwards. He folded the cassock somewhat nicely before placing it on the table. He grabbed a pair of black pants, shoving a leg, one at a time, on the pair. He moved onto a black turtleneck, putting the piece of clothing over his head, tucking it down into the waistband of his pants. Finally he grabbed a red cardigan, sliding his arms in the sleeves before his fingers trembled, zipping it up. Once he was all dressed up, he grabbed the cassock, putting it into the bag, then throwing in the fascia that laid on the chair afterwards. He reached for his annotated bible placing it in the bag on top of the clothes then setting his rosary in the bag as well. He turned to the table as his eyes set on it. 

♫♪ I planned each charted course ♪♫ 

Bad’s hand reached for the dagger, wrapping his fingers around the handle. He brought the knife to himself, staring at the sharp edges of the blade. He moved the dagger around, staring at the different angles he held it in. The dagger was so perfect, completely unused, made to make any scenery gorgeous, no matter if it resulted in death. The dagger would be a beautiful sight to die to, having blood gush and spill out around the stunning blade, letting the perfect silver color be stained in a deep dark red pool. 

♫♪ Each careful step along the byway ♪♫ 

As he held the dagger, the only thing he could think of was what was next. He had to cleanse Skeppy, let the Devil’s blood empty out of him. To end Skeppy’s suffering from the Devil’s control. The dagger was perfect for Skeppy, it was holy and gorgeous. The blade would let Skeppy rest peacefully and beautifully in the eternal paradise. Skeppy deserved to die in a pretty matter, he was so handsome and only deserved to die in the way he came into this sinful world. Bad’s heart ached at the thought of having to cleanse Skeppy. Why me? He pondered, Why couldn’t the Lord send anyone else to do this? He felt helpless at the calling of God, telling him what to do. He had to make sure Skeppy was able to rest as well, freeing the Devil from his body. He knew he had to do it, to listen to the Lord, and to free his beloved friend, but thinking about his mission made him feel incredibly ill. 

♫♪ And more, much more than this, I did it my way ♪♫ 

Bad turned to place the dagger into his bag. Resting it flat with gentle hands, throwing the flap of the bag over itself and making sure the straps were closed tightly. He grabbed the bag, placing his arms through the straps. He grabbed the silver necklace with the crucifix and looked at it, studying the necklace before putting it on. He reached for the radio, and turned it off before heading out of his office. 

He locked the chapel’s doors behind him, and once outside, Bad took notice of how lovely the day was. It was pleasantly warm, with small winds blowing here and there, the air full of the many songs that nature sang. It was perfect. Perfect for Skeppy. He walked over to find his bike laying on the ground in front of the church and bent down, picking up the handles and dragging the bike up. The bike’s steel was painted a bright red color, it had a black banana seat and high raised handlebars. Bad swung his leg over the frame and pulled his body over the seat, getting ready to bike off. 

Bad petaled on the road heading towards the diner. He didn’t spend a moment daydreaming or even looking at the forest. His mind only focused on his mission that God sent him to do. His hair flowed as he quickly reached the diner, the diner that the Devil resigned at in the body of Skeppy. He slowed down as he moved closer to the diner, staring at the parking lot as he approached. Skeppy’s convertible was parked near the front of the diner, where it usually was. He slowed his bike to a full stop, planting his foot on the ground at the edge of the sand and gravel covered parking lot. He studied the bright teal car then turned focus to the diner, The Devil is in there. Bad thought bitterly. 

He pushed the bike with his foot, riding towards the diner’s entrance. He began to drag his feet, slowing down as he approached the sidewalk of the building. He hopped off his bike, guiding it to the outside wall of the diner. He leaned it against the wall, making sure the bike laid steady against the wall. He took his backpack off, resting it by the front wheel of the bike. He made his way to the main entrance door of the diner and opened it, letting the delicious smells in the air fill his nose. 

Before he could glance around the diner to look for the Devil-possessed Skeppy, he saw the back of someone’s head in the kitchen. The back of the head had short, hickory brown hair that got longer on the top, and a hand was planted on the side of the mysterious person’s head. As much as Bad could tell, it was a male with his arms wrapped around someone. Bad curved his body, a bit curious, on the sight, and a head moved aside to make direct eye contact with Bad. It was the same cook from the first time he met Skeppy, Velvet. Bad felt his stomach turn at the sight at Velvet being so close physically to another man.

Velvet let out a mischievous grin and greeted Bad, ‘ Hello! Are you here for your boyfriend? He’s down to the right. ‘ 

Before Bad could respond he saw the other man’s head turn, making direct eye contact with him. He felt his heart drop as he made direct eye contact with Ant. He watched as Ant’s happy face dropped, his eyes filling with pure shock and horror. Ant very quickly moved away from Velvet’s hand, rushing farther back into the kitchen, out of sight from the window behind the bar that showed the kitchen. Velvet looked in the direction Ant had paced away to, his expression full of worry as he quickly moved away from his original spot trying to follow Ant and ignoring Bad’s presence.

Bad stood frozen, trying to process what he had just witnessed. What was Ant doing here? Why was he so close to him? Were they…? His thoughts raced, his heart pounding a bit in his chest.

‘ Don’t tell me they were doing what I think they were doing again. ‘ An annoyed, higher pitched voice quickly interrupted his thoughts. He turned to see Puffy, her arms crossed, tapping her foot as she stared at the window. ‘ I told Velvet he could have his little ‘friend’ over as long as he didn’t get distracted, guess that was a bad idea. ‘ 

Bad felt nauseous at the thought of both of them being close like that, especially considering how close Ant was with the Lord. He felt speechless, standing still in his spot, unable to respond to Puffy. She continued, ‘ You know what I said to him? I said if you so desperately needed alone time with your friend, I was more than happy to let Foolish cover for you, so he could be at some passionate pit with his friend, and this is what I get? ‘ 

Bad slightly nodded his head in disgust, Right. If you were going to commit such sinful acts, do it away from a public place where innocent people could view and get ideas, he thought, as a feeling of nausea filled up in his stomach. 

‘ Want me to take you to him? ‘ Puffy asked curiously.

‘ Him? ‘

‘ Skeppy…? ‘ Puffy said both confused and surprised, ‘ Don’t tell me he already messed up. ‘ 

Him. Bad thought, that wasn’t Skeppy anymore. That was the Devil. The Devil using his flesh and bones for his own, using Skeppy as some sort of puppet. 

‘ No. I came here to be alone. ‘ Bad responded coldly. 

Puffy was surprised by his sudden tone, she nodded, a bit put off. ‘ Feel free to sit anywhere, I’ll be with you in a second. Do you want me to get you started on some coffee? ‘ 

Bad nodded, ‘ Yea. Sounds great. Thank you. ‘ He turned away from Puffy, heading towards the left side of the diner. He spotted a table near the front wall of the diner and moved into the booth, sitting stiffly. He was still trying to process everything. He looked around the diner before catching eyes with a familiar, yet loving face. Skeppy. He sat across the diner, his face so warm, so full of joy. He wore a collared, short sleeved light blue shirt that exposed his perfectly shaped forearms, a dark blue scarf around his neck, with a pair of bright white pants. Skeppy grinned at him, giving Bad a small wave as a ‘ hello ‘. Bad wanted to go up to Skeppy and be next to him, give him a big hug, and apologize for not saving him. He felt his heart fill with pain as it finally hit him that that wasn’t his Skeppy, it was the Devil. But oh, oh how much he desperately longed to run to him, be next to him, be close with him yet again. To have his only friend with him again. He stared with big sad eyes as Skeppy tried to beckon him to go over to him with his hands, his smile so welcoming and inviting. If Bad didn’t know better, he would have happily taken his invite, gone to his table, talked to him, and been with his Skeppy. That’s the Devil, Bad kept trying to remind himself. He didn’t look away, he continued to stare at Skeppy with his face so dull but at a closer glance would expose the tears starting to form from the corners of his eyes. 

His gaze was broken as he watched Puffy set down a mug full of the hot, black liquid. He nodded to her, giving her a quiet ‘ Thank you. ‘ as he continued back to his staring at Skeppy. 

‘ You want something to eat, Father? ‘

Bad slowly shook his head, ‘ The coffee will do. ‘ 

Puffy nodded before walking away, as he continued to watch the handsome ‘friend’ of his. Skeppy kept staring back, he seemed to look confused and hurt at Bad’s unresponsive behavior, and eventually gave up trying to get him to come over. Bad didn’t look up as he picked up the coffee and took small sips from the mug. 

He watched Skeppy intensely, Skeppy kept shooting him a couple of random glances while he watched. Finally, Skeppy stared at Bad, getting up from his seat. He stood up, preparing to move towards Bad. Bad brought his hand to his chest, grabbing the crucifix charm that his necklace hung, silencely praying for the Lord’s protection. Before Skeppy could take a step towards Bad’s direction, a hand landed on Bad’s shoulder.

Bad jumped as he whipped his head around, making direct eye contact with Ant. His face scrunched up as if he ate a lemon while looking at his eyes, Bad’s gaze were clearly unwelcoming to his presence. 

‘ Brother Halo- ‘

‘ Do not call me Brother Halo, I am no Brother of yours after you disrespected Christ. ‘

Genuine hurt overcame Ant’s face as he tried to think of the proper words to say. ‘ Brother- Bad, I- I- Listen, this wasn’t- I- It just happened that- ‘ Ant fumbled on his words trying his best to think of what to say. 

Bad brought his hand to Ant’s and pushed it off his shoulder, his face still bitter with unacceptance. Ant moved to the empty seat across from Bad, moving down to sit face to face with Bad, but all Bad wanted was for Ant to move away from his sight so he could continue watching the Devil. 

‘ I wouldn’t have done it if- if it didn’t feel so- ‘

‘ Enough. ‘ Bad’s voice was flat with anger, ‘ I don’t want to hear it. You have decided to willingly live a life of sin. ‘ 

‘ What makes you so sure? What if I’m being possessed by the Devil? ‘ Ant snapped, questioning Bad’s logic. He had had enough of Bad’s remarks.

‘ The Devil would never admit to me his true self. It’s impossible for you to have your body taken over by him. ‘ 

‘ Impossible? How? ‘

‘ Yes, Impossible. I doubt the Devil would take over your vessel, I don’t think he’d see any need. You are already a sinner without his help. ‘

‘ Then Skeppy is willingly a sinner as well. ‘

Bad felt his heart drop, the hairs on his body rose hearing his name. He glared at Ant, anger filling his eyes. ‘ Do not speak of his name! ‘ He exclaimed, slamming his mug down on the table, droplets of the coffee spilt. ‘ Do not say his name, do not speak of, or think of him, he is not the matter of this conversation. ‘ 

‘ Well he is, Bad. I’m sorry to break it to you but Skeppy willingly- ‘

‘ Shut up, shut up, shut up, SHUT UP. ‘ He yelled. He brought his hand up, pointing a finger at Ant, ‘ You do not speak of his name, you know nothing of him. His angelic body was taken over by the Devil, and you have no right or place to tell me what I know. You are not close with the Lord. You never will be. ‘ 

‘ He’s a sinner, Bad. You need to accept that. ‘ 

‘ No, I do not. ‘ Bad smacked both of his palms to the table as his back straightened up. ‘ I will not accuse Skeppy of being a sinner when he was unwillingly possessed by the Devil. That is disrespectful to him. ‘ 

‘ He’s a sinner just like me- ‘

‘ He is nothing like you! You have decided to disrespect God, you have chosen to be a disgrace of a follower. You have willingly backstabbed the Lord. ‘

‘ And what about you? You aren’t any different. ‘

Bad gasped at Ant’s accusation, his back hit the back of the booth, as he spat, ‘ I am nothing like you, I would never go as low as you- ‘

‘ I’ve heard the way you talk about him, I’ve seen the way you light up at the mention of him. I’ve heard about how you have gone out of your way to look for him. ‘ 

‘ To save him, Ant. I’ve gone out of my way to save him. The Lord sent him to me for a reason- ‘

‘ Then why are you here? If you are convinced the Devil has possessed him, why are you here? Why are you seeking out the Devil? ‘

‘ Because I’m on a mission that God himself sent me to do. ‘

‘ No, you aren’t. I can tell, even looking at you now. This entire time I’ve noticed your eyes have been trying to look at him behind me. You’re still just making up excuses to see him. ‘

‘ I am not- ‘ 

‘ What’s the difference between me and Velvet, compared to you and Skeppy? ‘ Ant snapped. He looked angry, annoyed at Bad’s responses. 

‘ I have no interest in him the way you have your disgusting, sinful interest in Velvet. ‘

‘ I’ve known you for years, Bad. I can tell that you're just lying through your teeth. ‘ Ant stared down Bad, waiting for his response, and when Bad was silent, Ant continued. ‘ What happened to not acting upon judgment? You are judging for the Lord himself.’ Bad still remained silent trying his best to think of something to say. ‘ Are you really hateful towards me and Velvet or do you envy us, wishing you had that connection with Skeppy? ‘ 

Bad stared at Ant, anger and embarrassment shone in his eyes, his heart beating faster as his face got redder from anger. How dare Ant accuse him of desiring such sinful desires towards Skeppy? He broke eye contact with Ant, flustered with rage, unable to continue the conversation. ‘ Get out. ‘

‘ What? ‘

‘ Get out of my presence! Get away from me, you sinner. You are a disgrace to both the Lord and yourself. ‘ 

‘ Do not speak to Ant like that. ‘ A voice interrupted Bad’s anger. He turned around, making eye contact with Velvet. His face was stern and upset, ‘ You have no right to talk to Ant, let alone another human being, like that. ‘ 

‘ Do not speak to me, you heathen. I want both of you out of my sight. ‘ Bad’s voice growled. 

Velvet made his way to Ant, holding out a hand and helping Ant out of the booth’s seat. Velvet stared at Bad with anger in his eyes. ‘ Just because you are a good for nothing religious flake doesn’t mean it’s okay for you to treat anyone like this. ‘ He stepped back as Ant got up, looking at Bad one more time before moving his gaze to Ant. ‘ Let’s go. ‘

Ant nodded, still hurt from Bad’s words as he followed Velvet. Velvet and Ant walked off, Ant exiting the diner first. Velvet stopped in front of the door, making eye contact with Bad one last time. ‘ Next time I see you, I will kick your ass. You better pray for the Lord’s protection from me. ‘ He threatened loudly to Bad before exiting. 

Bad looked at Velvet angrily as he left, rage filling his entire body until it was overspilling. The Lord will protect me from you disgraceful sinners. He thought bitterly. Bad turned his head back to watch Skeppy yet again, watching as Skeppy started to move closer to Bad with angry, confident strides. Bad felt his heart race, watching the other man’s handsome body move so determinedly towards him. Bad waited for Skeppy to approach him, willing to let the Devil’s wrath consume him, however, Skeppy exited the diner as well. Bad watched, confused as he heard a radio off in the distance start to fill the tense air with song. 

♫♪ Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew ♪♫ 

♫♪ When I bit off more than I could chew ♪♫ 

Bad held the mug’s handle as he brought it up to his lips once again, sipping the coffee. He wanted to wait for Skeppy to leave before following him. He didn’t want the Devil to suspect his plans, his mission that God sent him to complete. He leaned his body against the wall, trying to observe the outside through the window. He saw Velvet whose arm was wrapped around Ant, with Skeppy leaning against his car. They seemed to be in the middle of an argument with Skeppy, clearly pissed off. He moved away from the window, looking at his coffee and thinking of Ant’s words. I don’t even know what he was going on about, Bad angrily thought. I could never view Skeppy the same way he views that Velvet guy. 

♫♪ But through it all, when there was doubt ♪♫ 

♫♪ I ate it up and spit it out ♪♫

Skeppy was just a friend. A friend who needed saving. Bad justified in his mind. He had no interest in Skeppy. Or at least, no interest in him that way. He couldn’t, no, wouldn’t ever have that kind of interest in Skeppy. The Lord would never allow him to get to that level of low, let him get to that point of disgusting behavior with Skeppy. Right? No, of course he was right, why was he even questioning it? The answer was clear and obvious. He kept drinking his coffee silently, trying to get his mind focused on God’s mission. He watched as a tall, well built man with dark brown short hair that was neatly done rushed out the door, with Puffy following right behind. He looked on, confused, as the sounds of the outside got louder. He heard voices yelling at each other, followed by sounds of something, or someone, being thrown at something.

♫♪ I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way ♪♫ 

Bad quickly rushed towards the entrance of the diner, anxiously dreading what he would be greeted by. He watched through the glass door as Skeppy pinned Velvet, his hand on top of Velvet’s head keeping it against the hood of the car. Skeppy’s body stood above Velvet, his muscles showing through his well fitted shirt, an arm holding Velvet down, so he was unable to move or fight back. He was obviously yelling something out of anger towards Velvet, but it was just barely loud enough for Bad to be unable to make out the muffled words. Bad pushed the glass door open as his eyes watched more of the sight in front of him unfold. He watched as Skeppy got dragged off Velvet, being held back under his arms by the tall stranger, his body flailing and thrashing as he was restrained. Velvet moved up from where he was crouched over Skeppy’s convertible, blood spilling profusely from his nose. Bad fully exited the diner to get a closer inspection of the situation, and saw Ant against the wall shaking in fear from the corner of his eye. Bad quickly moved towards Ant, bringing his arm on the back of Ant’s back, somewhat holding him. 

Ant dropped to the floor with Bad dropping alongside him, still holding him. He rubbed Ant’s back trying to soothe him, while he may have still been frustrated with Ant he still cared for him and wanted to still be there for him regardless. Bad looked up at the scene before him as Ant fell apart in his arms, Puffy was trying to calm Velvet down, standing between him and Skeppy. Skeppy was slowly giving up his attempts to escape the grasp of the stranger that held him back, his body’s jerks slowly coming to a stop as he dropped himself. He lifted his head up to look at Bad, his nose and lip bleeding badly. His perfect face was stained and smudged in the glossy red blood. Bad wanted to rush to Skeppy’s side, hold his face, observe it and make sure nothing was broken, make sure he was okay. But he knew. That wasn’t Skeppy. That was the Devil. The Devil was the one who was injured, and not his beloved Skeppy. 

‘ I need you to leave, Skeppy. I do not want to see you back here until you can learn how not to act on your emotions like a child. ‘ Puffy’s voice snapped at him, she was clearly distraught by the whole scenario. 

‘ Tell Velvet the next time he talks, I’ll break more than just his nose. ‘ Skeppy swore, he turned his head to stare at the man restraining him, ‘ Let go of me, Foolish ‘ 

Foolish looked at Puffy, and she nodded her head in approval as he let go of Skeppy. Skeppy yanked his limbs away from Foolish, his turning to face Bad who was still holding and comforting Ant. Puffy walked to Velvet and helped him get up from the car as he stumbled towards Ant and Bad. Velvet sat next to them, Ant immediately moving away from Bad to go to Velvet. Ant held Velvet’s cheek as he frantically kept apologizing under his breath. Bad saw Skeppy walking towards him, his eyes so soft and gentle despite his face being stained with blood. Bad felt his heart ache, his body so desperately wanted to reach for Skeppy, hold him close to his chest, make sure he was 

okay. ‘ The God of my strength, in whom I will trust; my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold and my refuge; my Savior.’ 

Skeppy looked at Bad in shock at the coldness of his tone, Bad stood up tall as he continuously stared at Skeppy with a cold expressionless face, ‘ You save me from violence. I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised- ‘

‘ Bad? I only- ‘

‘ So shall I be saved from my enemies. ‘ Bad finished, he didn’t dare say another word as he kept his eye contact with Skeppy. Bad took a step closer, feeling strength flood his body. He brought his hand up, wrapping his fingers around Skeppy’s dark blue scarf as he pulled the scarf towards him. Skeppy being forcefully brought closer to Bad. Skeppy’s expression was surprised, his mouth gaped open his eyes were big in pure surprise. Blood still trickled from his nose and lip as he stared at Bad completely mesmerized. Bad moved his head closer to Skeppy, resting it next to Skeppy’s cheek. He muttered under his breath into Skeppy’s ear, so only he could hear his words: ‘ I know who you are, Devil. You may have fooled the others, but I see through your façade, the Lord told me. I know you aren’t Skeppy. I will free him from your grasp. ‘ With that he shoved the scarf from his hand, pushing Skeppy away. 

Skeppy looked at Bad, both surprised and hurt by his coldness. He stood up, whipping his hand under his nose to try and clear up the blood, but he only smudged it all over himself even more. He shamefully walked to his car, opening the passenger door and getting in. He turned it on, the convertible grumbling as it started. He checked behind him, making sure it was clear as he pulled out. He looked at Bad one last time before turning his head and driving off into the distance. 

Bad watched as Skeppy’s car disappeared behind the woods, quickly turning around and heading for his bike. He grabbed the bike that he had previously leaned against the wall of the diner, then bent down to grab his backpack, swiftly throwing it onto his back. He grabbed the handlebars, moving them off of the sidewalk as he walked to the parking lot’s ground. 

‘ Bad, whatever you’re going to do, don’t. ‘ Ant spoke. Bad turned to look at Ant, Ant’s face was full of concern as he continued. ‘ I know what you’re thinking, don’t. He could hurt you, he’s not in the right mentality. ‘ 

‘ It’s God’s will. ‘ Bad’s stern voice said so surely. He turned away from Ant getting on his bike and dashing off, chasing down Skeppy’s car. 

He pedaled faster than he had ever in his life, following the road. He wasn’t sure where he was even going but he followed what his instincts were telling him. Where God was guiding him. Straight to the Devil himself. 

♫♪ I've loved, I've laughed and cried ♪♫ 

Bad heard a radio playing music from the distance, Skeppy’s car, he thought. He slowed his bike as he got closer to a teal convertible parked on the side of the road. The car was still on, playing the music loudly. He felt chills crawl up his skin. realizing his car was parked somewhat near his house, on the road leading up to his home. He got off his bike, throwing it onto the forest’s floor as he approached the car to get a closer inspection. 

♫♪ I've had my fill, my share of losing ♪♫ 

As he got closer to the car, he saw the vehicle empty. His fingers traced over the car as he made his way towards the passenger side. He stood still there, scanning over the car. He remembered just a little over a week ago, sitting in the passenger seat. His first time meeting Skeppy. He smiled to himself as he recalled the memory before his smile faded, remembering what had happened to Skeppy. The Devil. The Devil took away Skeppy. Bad took his backpack off, heading towards the front of the car, resting his bag on the hood. 

♫♪ And now, as tears subside ♪♫ 

♫♪ I find it all so amusing ♪♫ 

Bad reached into his bag as he felt for something, his fingers brushing up against something that pricked at his finger. The tip of the dagger. He felt around the blade until feeling the handle. Grabbing the dagger, he brought it out of the bag. He stared at the blade, shaking as he was confronted with what he had to do next. He had to bury it into the throat of the beloved body of Skeppy. To let the Devil infested blood drip beautifully from him. To free him from the Devil. To free him, so his soul may rest peacefully. He held the dagger, a part of him wanting to cry, but he refused. He couldn’t let the Devil take any advantage of him. He needed to take revenge for his Skeppy. 

♫♪ To think I did all that ♪♫ 

♫♪ And may I say, not in a shy way ♪♫ 

Bad felt his heart race, thinking about what he knew he had to do next. He fell down to his knees, holding the dagger tightly. His body felt sick realizing he was the one to carry out Skeppy’s cleansing. He let his back hit the side of the car as he listened to the music, he felt completely hopeless. Even if it was the Devil possessing Skeppy, his body, his soul, was still in there. He would have to confront Skeppy; stare into those deep brown eyes that always had seemed to draw his complete attention to them, his eyebrows that rested so beautifully on his face, giving a glare that made Bad’s stomach flutter, his soft looking lips that were always parted just slightly. Bad felt quiet tears well up, feeling them trickle silently down his face. He looked deep into the forest, he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t bring himself to cleanse Skeppy. 

♫♪ Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way ♪♫ 

Blood flowing down, running smoothly down a beautiful strong throat, the blood running down his pale hands as he would caress his dying Skeppy, Bad took a sharp breath as the thoughts of what he planned got more and more vivid. His heart screamed at him, told him he couldn’t do it but he felt his body begged, no, DEMANDED he continued with the plan, with God’s mission. He stumbled up to his feet, planting his hand on the top of the convertible for support as he got up. He held the dagger, looking around for any signs of Skeppy, his eyes locking onto shoeprints that lead deeper into the forest. He clutched the dagger tightly in his hand as he made his way into the forest, still listening to the radio fill the air as he walked into the forest. 

♫♪ For what is a man, what has he got? ♪♫ 

Bad heard the radio sing loudly from the distance as he walked confidently, hearing twigs snapping and leaves crunching under his feet as he spotted a figure standing amongst the trees. A figure who seemed so familiar, a figure who took his beloved Skeppy, the Devil. 

♫♪ If not himself, then he has naught ♪♫ 

Bad felt his pace pick up as he approached the Devil-infected Skeppy. He stood there, with his back turned, a cigarette between his fingers as a cloud of smoke surrounded him. I’ll set you free soon, Skeppy, Bad thought vengefully, I’ll free you from the Devil’s arms into mine. 

♫♪ To say the things he truly feels ♪♫ 

Bad watched as Skeppy took his cigarette, digging the bud of it into the tree. He shoved the burnt out cigarette into his pants pocket, he stayed still. Too still. Was the Devil already aware of Bad’s presence? Bad thought anxiously, bringing the dagger up to himself, preparing for the Devil to strike him. But he didn’t. He stood there frozen, his back turned still, an easy target for Bad. 

♫♪ And not the words of one who kneels ♪♫ 

A moment of standing behind Skeppy, he stared him down, not daring to make another step towards him. Skeppy took a deep breath, he turned his body around to face Bad, their eyes locking contact. The eyes of the Devil staring him down. Rage filled Bad’s body as he rushed towards Skeppy, tackling him down. They both fell with a loud THUD as leaves scattered around them, crunching at their fall. 

♫♪ The record shows ♪♫ 

Bad sat up on Skeppy’s torso, making sure he was pinned down, unable to escape from him. Skeppy stared off into the distance, past Bad’s shoulder, before looking at Bad with sad eyes. Don’t fall for it, Bad. Bad reminded himself. Don’t fall for the Devil’s attempts at pity. 

♫♪ I took the blows ♪♫ 

Bad took the dagger in his hand and brought it to his other hand, getting a firm grasp of the blade. He hovered the dagger over Skeppy’s throat, the tip of it mere centimeters from Skeppy’s adam's apple.  Bad was shaking horribly, unable to keep still as he brought the dagger above his head. He kept staring at Skeppy, determined to dig the blade into his throat. 

♫♪ And did it my way ♪♫ 

‘ You know, ‘ Skeppy rasped, his voice interrupting the forest and radio from the distance. He turned his head staring deep into the woods, ‘ This is a pretty place to die. ‘

‘ Pretty for only Skeppy to rest peacefully. ‘

Skeppy shot Bad a glance, he sighed ‘ You’re convinced I’m the Devil still, right? ‘

‘ I know for a fact you’re the Devil, the good Lord told me himself. ‘ Bad spat at Skeppy, still holding the knife, ready to impale his throat. 

Skeppy sighed and closed his eyes, trying to think. He slowly opened his eyes, staring at Bad, his eyes so full of warmth, ‘ Then you caught me. You have caught the Devil. ‘

Bad felt his heart drop listening to the admission from Skeppy. Was he being genuine? No, The Devil is taunting me, making me second guess. Bad thought confidently, before his mind gave him another reason for doubt, What if- What if he’s lying so I don’t feel any guilt? Bad face scrunched as he bit the inside of his lip, struggling on what to do.

Skeppy hummed light heartly, ‘ When you do bury me, please bury me with my cigarettes. ‘ 

Bad kept staring at Skeppy, finding no amusement in the Devil’s humor. Bad was sure, no, he was confident that this was the Devil. This was the Devil, the Devil who took over Skeppy’s body who’s now trying to taunt him. Bad’s shaky hands steady, staring deep into the Devil’s eyes. ‘ May the good Lord help Skeppy’s soul find peace and may he have mercy on him, may he guide Skeppy to the eternal paradise that awaits us.’ He took one last deep breath, his voice full of anger and sadness as he choked on his tears. ‘ A- … Amen. ‘ 

With that the dagger went flying down from above Bad’s head, heading downwards to Skeppy’s throat.

***

Bad’s feet dragged as he moved towards the seat that awaited him in his living room. He dropped the dagger that he had held in his hand, letting it crash onto the wooden floor. As he got near his chair, he collapsed on the cushioned seat. His arm leaned over the armrest, clutching his necklace that held a crucifix. He started to whimper, before breaking down to a full-on sob. He wept loudly, making loud wailing sounds as he cried out to no one. The crucifix necklace he held slipped off his fingers, hitting the ground with a sharp, loud, THUD. He brought his hands to his face, sobbing, unable to do anything but weep. ‘ L- Lor- Lord, ple-please fo-for-forgive me. ‘ His voice was broken. ‘ Lor-Lo-Lord please forgive me, I- I- I- ‘ He couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence sobbing even louder, his wails echoing throughout his cabin. As he sobbed, he heard his radio playing in the distance, in between sobs he tried to focus on the lyrics to distract himself, despite how broken and distraught he felt. 

♫♪ Yes, it was my way ♪♫ 

Chapter Text

Splash, Splash , Splash

‘ Now it’s a beautiful night out here in Lockwood, wouldn’t you say so, TapL? ‘ 

‘ No other state can compare to Florida's beauty! Say, I think you’d be a ditz to argue, wouldn’t you agree Miss Lya? ‘

‘ Hehe, I can't particularly say I disagree. ‘ 

The small, old, wooden cabin echoed the sounds of water being splashed from a sink while the radio creaked a late night show playing in the dead atmosphere. Underneath all the sounds of the water, stood a stiff figure, bent over the sink. There was a small sad grumbling, almost as if the man was holding back a sob. The sink was supposed to be a pure white porcelain sink yet was dirtied and stained throughout the years. The floor tiles were cold and yellowed. On the floor in front of the doorway of the sad bathroom lay a dagger, a dagger meant to be cleaned and taken care of left on the floor. The blade was dull, smudges of blood covered the metal. 

A pair of pale hands cupped the water, though most of the water the hands held leaked between the shaky fingers. The shaken up male bent down, moving towards the sink, splashing the water up onto his face. He watched the water drain down the sink as the water dripped off his face. He couldn’t tell if the liquid running down his face was from the water or his tears anymore, he felt numb. He brought his head up, making eye contact with his reflection. His hair was messy, tangled. His body gave out long sharp breaths, trying his best to keep himself together but clearly failing. His face scrunched up in disgust and anger, a rage that stirred more and more in him yet was too exhausted to express it beyond his facial expression. His glasses sat crooked on his face, blood smeared on the bottom part of his left frame. His cheek had dried blood smudged onto it, it dripped down in red droplets on his face as the water washed the blood up. 

He had the blood of the sinner on him. It stained his face. That urge, the lust he felt to be covered was gone and he was filled with a sickness, an overwhelming knot in his stomach got stronger making him nauseous, as if he wanted, no. Needed to empty his insides, to drain the sin that infested in him.

 ‘ Lord, forgive me. ‘ The man quietly spoke under his breath, still holding his gaze with his reflection. He closed his eyes, trying to focus his mind on the radio, trying his best to process everything that had happened in the past couple of hours. His ears tuned into the radio that played from his living room, as he tried to collect his thoughts.

‘  Well, I think we should play one last song to wrap up tonight's show, thank you for being a special guest on the Sunflower’s Sleep-In show, TapL! ‘

‘ It’s always a pleasure to be here with you, dear Lya. ‘ 

‘ Well with that said, here's The End of the World by Skeeter Davis! ‘

♫♪ Why does the sun go on shining? ♪♫ 

♫♪ Why does the sea rush to shore? ♪♫  

The birds chirped off in the distance of the lush forest. The wind was gentle, it felt calming. The forest smelt nice, carrying a warm and earthy scent that was welcoming. The moment felt peaceful though the situation was far from it. He felt his heart racing, almost beating out of his chest. He shouldn’t be scared, he expected this, a part of him yearned for this. He listened to the tunes of the radio off in the distance from the car, a new song filling the tense atmosphere, still not helping the situation. 

♫♪ Don't they know it's the end of the world? ♪♫ 

♫♪ 'Cause you don't love me any more ♪♫ 

Funny how emotions are, he thought quietly.  His nerves were getting to him, he couldn’t stop himself from shaking. He held eye contact with the one he felt so intrigued by for weeks. Something about him always piqued his curiosity, he was different. Maybe it was how weird he went about things, maybe it was how friendly he was despite how direct he was at times, or maybe it was just his natural beauty that kept him hooked . God. He thought sorrowly. He shut his eyes as he turned his head away to look into the woods, breaking eye contact though he still felt the other male’s gaze burnt onto him.

‘ You know, this is a pretty place to die. ‘

‘ Pretty for only Skeppy to rest peacefully. ‘

♫♪ Why do the birds go on singing? ♪♫ 

♫♪ Why do the stars glow above? ♪♫ 

The man slowly opened his eyes, his lids half resting on his face as he stared off into the deep woods. They were so deep, he always enjoyed the woods. Taking time out of his day to appreciate the pleasure and joy they brought him. From the smells of the earth, hearing birds chirp or his occasional contact with a deer. Maybe he could appreciate the future knowing it was happening here, in his woods. Pretty , he thought, staring into the scenery that surrounded them. He turned his head, facing away from the forest floor to make eye contact yet again with the man hovering above him. 

‘ You're still convinced I’m the Devil, right? ‘

‘ I know for a fact you’re the Devil, the good Lord told me himself . ‘

♫♪ Don't they know it's the end of the world? ♪♫ 

♫♪ It ended when I lost your love ♪♫

The man who sat above him was lanky in a way? No, not lanky, awkward. As if he was the humanoid embodiment of a lamb of sorts, big yet skittish. The male was clearly shaken up, innocent in a way. Maybe a lamb was the perfect way to describe him, innocent and pure, yet, was to foresee doom because of ‘ faith ‘. Especially at this moment. He held a metal dragger that hovered over the other’s throat. His face was leaking, tears and snot dripping down that delicate face that usually always held a welcoming expression, those pure green eyes that had a similar shade to the stems of hemlock. His nose and brows scrunched in both anger and sorrow. He bit his lip, exposing the slight gap that usually showed in his small smiles he gave as a greeting. 

♫♪ I wake up in the morning and I wonder ♪♫ 

♫♪ Why everything's the same as it was ♪♫ 

Skeppy sighed, he knew this was it for his personal mission. He studied the once so loving and thoughtful stranger who started to seem more like a friend of his, a friend he oddly felt connected to. A forbidden connection. He closed his eyes, trying his best to find comfort on the floor he was pinned to. What do I even say? He thought, trying to think of a genuine response to help ease the other. He opened his eyes, focusing his gaze into the other’s so lively eyes, ‘ Then you caught me. ‘ There was slight hesitation in his voice as he continued, ‘ You have caught the Devil. ‘ 

♫♪ I can’t understand, no, I can’t understand ♪♫ 

♫♪ How life goes on the way it does ♪♫ 

Bad looked taken aback at his response, his tears that seemed to burst out in a constant flow suddenly stopped. Skeppy watched as Bad sat above him wondering what to do next, he was truly stunned by Skeppy’s response. Skeppy watched pitifully, a part of him wanted to fight back, push him off or at least beat the priest’s ass; But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He sympathized with Bad, he was nothing but a goodie two-shoes for the Lord, even if it meant he had to do something fucked up. Skeppy tried his best to give Bad a small grin as he chuckled loosely, ‘ When you do bury me, please bury me with my cigarettes. ‘

♫♪ Why does my heart go on beating? ♪♫ 

♫♪ Why do these eyes of mine cry? ♪♫

Skeppy blinked in surprise at Bad’s lack of approval in his joke, if anything, he looked more pissed. He watched as Bad straightened his back, trying to regain control of his shaken up body. The dagger that once hovered above Skeppy’s neck was brought up above Bad’s head. The sun’s spotted shining through the forest’s leaves onto Bad, making him glow with so much life. His position over Skeppy, his body sitting up right and determined. His long hair flowing gently in the wind, as he still maintained eye contact. He looked like an angel of sorts, like he was a reincarnation of those paintings of guardian angels from the renaissance. 

♫♪ Don’t they know it’s the end of the world? ♪♫ 

♫♪ It ended when you said, “Good-bye” ♪♫ 

‘ May the good Lord help Skeppy’s soul find peace and may he have mercy on him ‘ 

Skeppy felt a punch in his gut, even in the perception of Bad who saw him as nothing but a good for nothing Devil, Bad still cared about him, in his own warped perception of ‘ care. ‘ Even though in seconds a dagger would be impaling his throat, Bad still attempted to make sure the ‘ real ‘ part of himself was able to rest well. 

 ‘ May he guide Skeppy to the eternal paradise that awaits us. ‘

Us? He questioned, What does he mean by ‘ us’ ? Skeppy looked at Bad puzzled, his head swarming with so much confusion, he wanted to ask Bad, maybe he was trying to stall time, trying to spend a few extra moments with the strange man. 

‘ A- … Amen. ‘

The dagger flew downwards towards Skeppy’s neck immediately as soon as the words left Bad’s lips. Skeppy shut his eyes quickly preparing for what he knew was next. His face scrunched, his breaths getting heavier by the second. His hand clutching a fistful of grass and fallen leaves from the trees. The seconds felt like hours as he awaited the sharp pain. Nothing. Skeppy still didn’t dare open his eyes, he didn’t want to see his last moments with Bad ending him. 

Thud, Crunch

Skeppy turned his head to the thud, opening his eyes to see a pale hand planted next to him. Past the hand blocking most of his vision, from a slight distance he saw the dagger resting away from Bad’s reach. He was confused, before his thoughts could swarm once again he felt a droplet of liquid land on his face. Then followed along by another, constant fast droplets falling on his face. He turned his head and was greeted with Bad inches away from his face. His face was so sour with guilt and sadness, his eyes leaking profusely. 

‘ I couldn’t do it. ‘ He rasped sorrowly, ‘ I’m- I’m so s-s-sor-sorry Sk-Skeppy, I- I- I can’t do it. ‘ His body was shaking as he weeped, he looked like a pathetic crying mess. Skeppy could have easily pushed him off by now, maybe give him a lesson that involves his knuckles beating Bad. He couldn’t do it, Bad was clearly in no good mental state, he was a mess. Skeppy’s heart ached at the sight of his beloved friend being nothing but a distraught crying mess. 

Skeppy let go of the grass and fallen leaves his right hand held, he slowly brought the hand up to Bad’s face. He didn’t want to startle Bad, making sure to make his movements slow but known. His finger and thumb slipped under the frame of his glasses, grabbing a steady grip of them. He slowly pulled the glasses off, tossing them aside on the forest floor by the dagger. He brought his hand back close to Bad’s face. He rested the palm of his hand on Bad’s cold cheek, a thumb resting under his eyelid wiping away his tears. Skeppy looked surprised as blood stained Bad’s cheek, forgetting about how bloody his hand was from earlier. 

Skeppy felt a cold hand grip his, the hand did not pull his hand away from Bad’s cheek but embracing it. He watched Bad gripping his hand onto his, Bad burying his face deeper into Skeppy’s palm. Skeppy listened as Bad mumbled in his hand, begging for forgiveness and apologizing profusely.

‘ Bad, is everything ok? ‘

With that, Bad pulled away from Skeppy’s palm, his hand’s grip on Skeppy’s hand got tighter as he loudly sobbed. He wailed so much, lifting his head up looking at the sky, endlessly crying. It was a heartbreaking sight, Bad was making distraught noises through his sobbing. Skeppy pushed himself slightly away from Bad, trying to get space so he could at least sit up. He planted his hands down as he sat up, face to face with the sad sight of his sobbing friend who was a wreck. Skeppy watched, his face saddened on what to do, he brought his arms up and wrapped them around Bad, pulling him close to him. Sure he was upset at the fact Bad almost murdered him, but in a way, it wasn’t his will, he was forced or felt forced because of God. 

He listened as Bad fell apart in his arms, muffled sobbing in his shoulder as he held him. Skeppy wanted to say something but couldn’t bring himself to say any comforting words, he just rubbed Bad’s back letting him take as much time as he needed. Bad pulled away from Skeppy’s shoulder after minutes of pure sobbing, he sniffled looking at Skeppy in distress. 

‘ I’m going to go-go to hell. ‘ He sputtered out, it was obvious he was trying his best to not wail again. 

‘ Bad- ‘

‘ I didn’t- I couldn’t follow the Lord’s words, he won’t ever forgive me. ‘ Bad looked at Skeppy’s shoulder that was soaked, it was clear he was contemplating on whether he should return to it or not. ‘ All I can do is sit here and let the Devil comfort me, I don’t know if you’re my precious Skeppy or the Devil. ‘

My precious Skeppy? He was confused. Sure they talked a good handful of times to be considered friends, but was he that dear to Bad to be seen as his precious friend? 

Skeppy watched as Bad shifted away from him, he crawled backwards making distance between them both. He let his body fall , letting his back hit a tree. He brought his knees to his face as he continued loudly weeping for forgiveness. Skeppy watched, gathering himself together before standing up. Skeppy rose up, still focusing on Bad crying before turning his attention to the dagger and glasses laying a couple feet away. He marched towards the items , kneeling down picking up the dagger. He brought it up to himself, thumbing the blade as his finger smudged blood on it. He studied his own reflection that showed on the dagger, and saw himself with an expression of distaste at the sight of the crucifix and other religious markings on the sharp object. He held the dagger downwards in the way it would have been held for his original ending, finding slight amusement at the crucifix on the blade being shown upside down. Poor design choice, he thought humorously. He turned his attention to the glasses, he grabbed them before standing back up. He turned his body around making his way towards Bad. A dagger in one hand and his glasses in the other. 

‘ Can- Can you let me say a quick prayer before you do it? ‘ Bad asked, his voice and face dead. He looked absolutely exhausted. His head was lifted up from his knees, his chin slightly tilting upwards exposing his neck. 

‘ What? ‘

‘ Let me pray for myself, at least let me say my last rites for the Lord to guide me to his paradise after you, you know. ‘ 

Skeppy looked in shock at Bad, ‘ What do you think- ‘

‘ You’re going to kill me. You’re going to take your revenge, take one of the Lord’s children for exposing your true identity. You took the only person I had left to truly care about, there’s nothing here for me, I accept my end. ‘ Bad responded coldly. 

Skeppy stood over Bad, stunned at what he was hearing. He didn’t know how to respond to his words. He moved the dagger from his hand to behind himself under the waistband of his pants, tucking it in temporarily. He reached his freed hand towards Bad to help him stand up, but his hands were occupied praying, quickly mumbling words under his breath. Skeppy waited for him to finish saying his words that he knew the Lord wouldn’t care much about. Bad opened his eyes, making eye contact with Skeppy. His eyes followed along his body before landing on the hand that reached out to him. He brought a hand up, holding it in a tight grip, and let Skeppy pull him up to his feet. 

Bad stood, his back still against the tree keeping eye contact with Skeppy. He lifted his head up, exposing as much as he could of his neck. Skeppy rolled his eyes annoyed, he placed his thumb under Bad’s lip with the rest of his hand in a fist under Bad’s chin. He pulled Bad’s chin, forcing his head downwards. Bad looked at Skeppy with dull green eyes, as Skeppy held his grip. 

‘ I’m not going to murder you, but you’re lucky I’m not giving you a matching black eye with me, right now. ‘ Skeppy spoke a bit harshly. 

Bad still kept eye contact with him, confused and upset, yet he didn’t dare say a word. 

Skeppy moved his hand away from Bad’s chin as he opened his glasses. He brought them up to Bad’s face putting them on before adjusting them, Bad still stood motionless. 

‘ There, I want to say you look less punchable but the glasses make me say otherwise. ‘ Skeppy teasingly hummed.

Bad still stood quiet, not responding, just keeping eye contact with Skeppy. 

Skeppy huffed, a bit annoyed by Bad’s silence, and reached a hand over to grab Bad’s. He forced the priest’s hand open, using his other hand to grab the dagger. He smacked the dagger’s handle onto Bad’s hand. ‘ Now, don’t pull that shit on me again or it will not end well for you, Halo. ‘ 

Bad looked down to stare at the dagger before wrapping his fingers around the handle. He looked back at Skeppy, his face still emotionless. He brought his free hand up, resting a hand on Skeppy’s arm, pushing him aside. Bad started to slowly walk away from Skeppy. 

Skeppy turned his body around confused, What the hell is he doing now?  He placed a hand on his hip annoyed as he exclaimed loudly, ‘ Where are you off to? ‘

Bad froze, he was still for a couple seconds before slowly turning around, ‘ Home. ‘ 

***

Bad pushed open the doors of the chapel, slowly walking his way down the aisle. He listened as members of the congregation whispered, he knew they were talking about him. Normally, he would have panicked about the whispering, like if they knew what happened on that day. However, it has been almost a whole 2 and a half weeks since the situation and no one seemed to question nor confront him with anything related to it. The whispers were probably because of the habit he has fallen into of being late. He was never late to his sermons before, but now each Sunday and Wednesday, it seemed he came later and later. He walked up the steps, leading to his pulpit where Ant stood, trying his best to keep the congregation hopeful. 

‘ Brother Halo, are you- ‘

‘ Thank you. You may take your seat in the pews. ‘ Bad blankly replied. 

Ant didn’t dare protest and made his way to the pews as Bad set his bibles down on the pulpit. He opened the book, to a random page, staring at the words that seemed so meaningless to him. Bad looked up, staring at the members who sat on edge awaiting his words. Bad’s eyes landed on Skeppy, who sat so comfortably, intently anticipating Bad’s voice. Why must you torment me, Devil , Bad thought tiredly. 

The whole incident happened a couple weeks ago, yet ever since, Skeppy has been showing up on time every Sunday and Wednesday. He was taunting him. He was nothing but a toy that the Devil took pleasure in tormenting with. Coming to church started to become difficult because of him. His body ached and begged for the touch, the voice, even the presence of Skeppy alone. He wanted to bury himself deep into the sin that manifested more and more within Skeppy, let it all collapse on him and crush his body. It took everything in Bad to not march over to Skeppy and let himself fall apart on him, being in his arms once again. 

Bad looked away from Skeppy back to his bible, still looking emotionless at the holy text. Bad placed a finger on a random line, ‘ And without faith is it impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him. ‘ Bad felt horrible letting the words come out of his mouth, he was nothing but a disgrace to God. An abomination of sin. He looked up as he continued, ‘ Hebrew 11, verse 6. Everyone open your bibles to Hebrew 11. ‘ 

***

The sermon was carried out long and dead. It felt blank, the congregation didn’t dare speak up about it, didn’t dare question Bad. One by one they shifted from their seats to make their way out of the chapel after yet another uncomfortable sermon. Bad watched blankly, we watched the shapes of people moving away to exit the building yet his brain somehow wasn’t processing his surroundings as quickly as he was watching it. He felt a sudden hand touch his shoulder, someone must have come up to him and his mind hadn’t processed their presence yet. He hung his head low as he slowly turned to look at who’s hand it was. 

Bad studied the friendly face, his mind still taking a second to fully grasp who he was. A part of him was slightly frustrated at his brain inability to work, or trying to work for the past couple of weeks yet he couldn’t bring himself to care enough to feel full frustration. 

‘ Brother Halo? ‘

It’s Ant. 

 ‘ Is everything ok? I know I keep pestering you about it, but I’m starting to get worried. ‘ Ant looked over his shoulder before ducking his head low, in a hushed voice, ‘ Did that Skeppy guy do something to you? ‘ 

Skeppy is nothing but an innocent soul, all of this is my fault, Bad thought somberly. He was pure, perfect. Nothing but an angel, an angel who fell victim to the Devil. 

‘ No. I appreciate your concern but I’m fine. ‘ Bad brushed off a bit harshly. He closed his bibles, grabbing them and holding them loosely to his chest, ‘ Now, is that it? I have important things to attend to. ‘ 

Ant thought for a second, his brows furrowed as he was trying to think of something to say. Bad stood still, watching Ant with a lifeless glare. Ant took a deep breath, ‘ Are you- Are you still mad at me because of what happened- You know- Me and… and Velvet? ‘

‘ I’m not upset with you. ‘

‘ So you’re ok with- ‘

‘ I never said that either. Listen, Ant. ‘

Bad paused before correcting himself, ‘ Brother Ant, do what you will. ‘ Bad nodded to Ant and turned his back to Ant as he walked towards his office, not giving Ant an opportunity to say another word.

Bad entered the dark, cluttered office, feeling a bit relieved that soon he was going to be back at home in his bed. He tossed the bibles in his arms onto his desk and collapsed suddenly on his chair. He felt absolutely exhausted, starting to doubt if he even had enough energy to walk back home. He shifted a bit in his seat, getting as comfortable as he could, debating if he should just sleep in his office until who knows what time. Before he could make a decision, he heard a knock at the door. 

‘ Go home, Ant. I told you everything is fine. This is starting to - ‘ 

‘ Oh, I’m sooooo sorry, Father Halo. ‘ A sarcastic voice squeaked unnaturally behind the door. 

Bad sat up, a bit curious yet very unamused by the tone of the voice. The back of his throat rumbled as he deeply spoke, ‘ Who is this? ‘ 

The door flung open and Bad immediately recognised who it was. The body stood a bit under average, height wise. His body was muscular, strong arms showing under the figure’s short sleeved, collared, light blue, striped shirt. He had a neck scarf that was white and tied in a nice knot around his strong neck. He wore a black leather belt that seemed to match perfectly with his black pants that were a bit flared on the ends. The familiar face had a cocky grin, his eyes expressed a sort of challenging glare to Bad. His hair on the top of his head was brushed nicely yet still messy, with the small slight curls at the ends of his long hair. He was perfect. 

‘ What do you want? ‘ Bad spat coldly. 

‘ Hey, can’t a guy part of your little God loving club- ‘

‘ Congregation. ‘ Bad corrected.

‘ Yea, the Congre- Congrrrr- the coconut nation or whatever, can’t a guy like me,  from that thing, ask a question about today’s uhh meeting? ‘

‘ Sermon. ‘ Bad grunted annoyed, ‘ It’s called a sermon. ‘ 

‘ Listen, I’m here to learn about the uhh good Lord or whatnot, does it really matter what it’s called at the end of the day? As long as I’m devoted, that's all that matters. ‘ Skeppy shrugged, still holding a cocky and very humorous grin on his face. 

Bad reached over to the side of his desk, opening a drawer and pulling out a notepad and pen. He scooted room on his desk, placing the notepad down and started scribbling on it, he huffed. ‘ Fine. What’s your question? I'm busy. ‘ 

‘ BAHAHAHAHA ‘ Skeppy bursted out laughing, his hand flew over his mouth as he tried to muffle his giggles. 

Bad looked up, pissed and humiliated by the sudden laughter from Skeppy. He felt his cheeks burning a bright red as he watched Skeppy giggling. 

Skeppy attempted to catch his breath. ‘ I- I di- HEHEHE- I - Didn’t mean to la- HEHEH- laugh. ‘ He chuckled between words, ‘ It’s just - just- HEHEHE- just funny how you- HEHEHE- you were doing nothing until I came in here and- HEHEHE- and- and- HEHEHEHE- all of a sudden you’re doing something- HEHEHE- ‘ 

Bad sat in his chair flustered at Skeppy’s call out. He wanted to bury his face into his desk and scream every unholy thing he could think of to Skeppy, feeling the embarrassment wash over him. ‘ If you’re just here to taunt me, you can make your way out, Devil. ‘ Bad snapped, his voice showing clear embarrassment as he pointed his finger at the exit of the church. 

Skeppy walked deeper into the dark office, making careful steps of where he moved, trying his best to not step on or bump into anything. Bad observed closely as Skeppy made his way towards him, looking Skeppy up and down as he stopped at the foot of his chair. Skeppy bent over getting closer to Bad as his body reached over Bad’s desk, Bad watched him fidget with the lamp that sat on the edge of his desk until Skeppy managed to turn the thing on. ‘ There, now I can finally see. How do you even work in the dark like that? ‘ Skeppy hummed amused as he moved back up. 

Bad still kept eye contact with Skeppy, seeing his face that glowed so much life and love in his eyes and face. Bad spoke under his breath, as he repeated. ‘ What is your question? ‘ 

‘ You’re very red- Come on, Bad Boy, you can’t be that embarrassed. I thought it was a bit funny, that’s it, I meant no harm. ‘ Skeppy smirked, still keeping deep eye contact with Bad, his expression soft. 

Bad wanted to hide his face away from Skeppy since the comment of how badly flustered he was, but at the same time he didn’t want to coward away from the Devil. He furrowed his brow in frustration, he stood up from the chair, face to face with Skeppy. Skeppy stepped back in sync as Bad stepped forward towards him. Bad grumbled, ‘ What is your damn question? ‘ 

‘ Woah, big words coming from you. ‘ Skeppy light-heartly taunted. He shrugged his shoulders, ‘ I have a few questions honestly, but I don’t think I’ll be able to fully understand anything on an empty stomach, let's grab something to eat. ‘ 

Bad stared at Skeppy quietly at the idea, he raised an eyebrow questioning if Skeppy had deeper motivates. A part of him wanted to tell him to leave so he could go back to laying in his misery but he knew he didn’t really have much energy to make it back home, let alone get something to eat. ‘ Are you asking me if I want to go get breakfast with you? ‘ 

‘ Well, are you offering yourself? ‘ Skeppy smiled. 

Bad was quiet for a second, he tried to weigh out his options but the answer was clear. All during the sermon, all he wanted was to be near Skeppy once again, listen to him talk and make his stupid jokes, hold his hand as they prayed, be with him once again. He should know better, that was the Devil in disguise as his friend, that wasn’t his Skeppy. But his body craved so badly for Skeppy again, even if it was a false façade of Skeppy. 

‘ Fine. ‘ Bad responded weakly. ‘ But let me change out of this. ‘ He said, pointing out his cassock he was still in. 

Skeppy grinned, he pulled a small box out of his pocket, he opened the box and grabbed a cigarette. He placed the cigarette between his lips and looked at Bad with an excited look, ‘ I’ll be out in the lot, in my car. Don’t keep me waiting. ‘ 

Bad watched as Skeppy made his way out of the office, he heard the door shut close as Skeppy left the chapel. He held his hands close together, picking at his fingernails. He was so close to his Skeppy once again, he so dearly missed the feeling Skeppy made him feel whenever they were together. It took everything in him to not attempt to hug Skeppy again, feel his embrace, have Skeppy hold and comfort him like he did in the woods all those weeks ago. He walked over to the corner of the room, bending down to grab the pile of clothes he shoved in his bag. He brought them over to the desk and dropped them on the chair. He proceeded to take off his cassock, tossing it on the desk. He grabbed a pair of brown pants, pulling them up to his waist, buttoning the pants. He grabbed a white shirt and threw it over his head, not caring enough to tuck the ends into his pants. Finally, he put on a black jacket, zipping it up halfway. Bad walked over back to his bag in the corner and scooped it up. He threw the bag over on the chair, he began to stuff the cassock and bibles in the bag. He closed the bag and picked it up, very quickly realizing he wouldn’t have enough strength to carry it around at all, it was draining. He let the bag go, letting it hit the ground in a loud THUD , he turned around grabbing the keys that laid on the desk and made his way out of the office.

Bad pushed the doors of the chapel open, he made eye contact with the teal convertible with that handsome ‘ friend ‘ of his waiting on the driver’s side. He turned to lock the doors, giving an experimental pull before shoving the keys into his pocket. He walked over to the car, sharing eye contact with Skeppy as he was breathing out clouds of smoke from his delicate lips. Bad opened the car door and quickly slipped into the passenger seat, buckling his seatbelt in. 

‘ Where’s your bag? I always see you carrying it whenever- ‘

‘ It’s none of your concern. ‘

Skeppy watched with sad eyes, but opened his mouth like he had the perfect little sarcastic response but decided against it almost immediately. Skeppy grabbed the stick, moving it into gear as the car started to move. 

The car made its way out of the parking lot of the church out onto the road, the direction of where the car was heading felt all too familiar to Bad. He watched the woods, they seemed to haunt him, and yet he felt so drawn to them. More than he ever had before. The woods made him feel hidden, as if he was alone with just him, himself and Skeppy. He rested his head on the palm of his hand as he watched the trees pass, one by one, as the car kept driving down the woods. A part of him wanted the car to be pulled aside, just so he could simply lay in the middle of the woods. 

‘ Pretty, isn’t it? Especially when you don’t have plans on murdering someone. ‘ Skeppy’s voice interrupted the silence between them both as he drove. 

Bad turned his head around, giving Skepy a dumbfounded look, unsure if he should find any amusement in his comment. 

‘ Spoke too soon, didn’t I? ‘ Skeppy chuckled awkwardly, he continued, ‘ Well, let’s get breakfast first, then you can try to kill me again later. ‘ 

‘ What’s the point? ‘ Bad depressingly replied. ‘ I’ve already backstabbed the Lord, I’m going to hell. There’s nothing I can do, I let the Devil win, I let you win. ‘ 

‘ You’re still hung up on me being the Devil? ‘ Skeppy gruffed, slight annoyance tainted in his tone. 

Bad didn’t know how to respond, he took a deep breath as he continued to look back at the woods. Listening to the wind against him as they kept driving down the road. 

‘ I hope you know I’m not angry at you for what you almost did. Disappointed? Yea, for sure, but never angry. ‘ Skeppy sighed, bringing the cigarette to his mouth taking a long inhale of the cancer stick. 

Bad looked up in surprise as Skeppy pulled the convertible into the parking lot of the oh-so familiar diner. Bad stared at Skeppy, ‘ Aren’t you banned from here? ‘ 

Skeppy pulled up near the front of the diner, parking the car. He twisted the keys out of the car and looked at Bad with a big grin, ‘ I’ve had time to change and better myself with your help. ‘

‘ What help? ‘ Bad questioned.

Skeppy whipped his body around, taking off his seatbelt and opening his door, exiting the car. He walked to Bad’s side and opened the door for him, giving Bad a small reassuring smile. Bad took off his seatbelt and got out of the car. Skeppy closed the door and made his way towards the entrance of the diner, Bad following behind. 

Skeppy entered the diner with Bad mere inches behind him following. Skeppy made his way towards the front counter, taking his cigarette out of his mouth and putting it out in a nearby ashtray. He called out, ‘ Foolish, can you let your dear, and might I add such a lovely woman, that you call your mother, know that I’m here? ‘ 

Foolish rolled his eyes, ‘ Whatever, but don’t go around starting fights in the parking lot. ‘

‘ No promises! ‘ Skeppy giggled. Skeppy turned around and smiled widely to Bad, before making his way to an empty table by the side of the diner. Bad followed Skeppy, remembering the familiar feeling of being in this diner with him. Bad took a seat in the booth as he was greeted with Skeppy staring back at him with such a joyful expression. 

‘ I’ve missed this, it’s nice to be back here with you. ‘ Skeppy smiled. 

Bad didn’t respond, he didn’t have the energy to talk. He knew talking would be pointless as he would feel as if his words would suffocate himself instead of coming out of his lips, what did it matter anyway? Bad had no interest in talking to the Devil or humoring him with any of his time. Afterall, this whole ‘going out to eat’ bit was all for the Devil to toy with him.

Skeppy looked at Bad, a bit saddened by his silence, looking around awkwardly and trying to think of something to say to replace the awkward atmosphere. ‘ So, how’ve you been? ‘ 

Bad stared at Skeppy like an empty husk, unable to think or bring himself to say a response. He felt himself start to pick at his fingernails, silently praying for both his safety from the Devil but also for this awkward breakfast date to end. 

‘ That better not be who I think it is, over there. ‘ A loud and very annoyed voice shouted from across the diner. Bad turned his head around, seeing the familiar waitress, she trotted her way towards them with a very tired look on her face.

‘ Puffy! ‘ Skeppy hummed happily. He moved from the booth to stand up, his arms open to hug Puffy. 

Puffy stopped in front of Skeppy refusing to take his offer for a hug, she eyed Skeppy up and down. ‘ You better have a good reason as to why you’re here. ‘ 

Skeppy brought his arms up, crossing them infront of his chest. He huffed, ‘ I’m a changed man, Puff Ball. ‘ 

‘ Changed man? You still look like a moron to me. ‘ 

Skeppy let out a dramatic gasp, ‘ I’m not a moron! I’ll have you know I’ve been seeking the Lord. ‘

‘ The Lord? ‘

‘ Yea, the Lord. ‘

‘ Ha! The Skeppy I know would laugh at me in the face if I told him he should start going to the church down the road. ‘

‘ Well the Skeppy you do know has been going down the road to the church. ‘ 

Puffy squinted her eyes questioning Skeppy, ‘ Really? ‘

Skeppy moved towards Bad’s side of the booth, he turned his body around and grabbed Bad’s arm pulling him out of the booth. Bad didn’t attempt to fight back or resist, allowing the Devil to drag his body around. Skeppy held Bad’s wrist as they stood next to each other. Skeppy’s face was full of pride as he spoke, ‘ I’ll have you know, Father Halo has been opening my eyes to the Lord and I’ve been trying to ‘save my soul’ ever since. ‘ 

Bad blinked, surprised, turning his head to look at Skeppy. He studied the face of Skeppy as he held his cocky grin, his eyes resting so naturally, his eyebrows angled making his expression so enticing, his lips showing that same teasing smile that always made Bad’s heart race. Bad felt his heart skip a beat, Maybe the Devil gave up, Bad thought hopefully, Maybe I scared the Devil out of my Skeppy!

‘ It’s true, Skeppy has been trying to convert himself and open the Lord’s love into his heart! ‘ Bad joined in the conversation, so much joy and warmth starting to well in his heart. 

Skeppy turned to stare at Bad, his face lighting up in happiness at the sound of Bad’s sudden voice change. 

‘ Well, I’ll let you know, hell will always have an open spot awaiting just for you. ‘ Puffy rolled her eyes, teasingly poking at Skeppy. 

‘ Well I hope hell knows they’ll be waiting a bit longer. ‘ Skeppy giggled back in response. 

Puffy stopped her giggling as she went back to a more firm tone, ‘ I’m giving you one more chance but if you screw this up, I’m going to be the one giving you a beating in my parking lot. ‘ 

‘ Loud and clear. ‘ Skeppy nodded his head, as he let go of Bad’s arm, stuffing his hand into his pocket. Bad brought his arm down, using his other hand to trace lightly where Skeppy’s hand was at. 

‘ Have you apologized to Velvet yet? ‘ Puffy asked.

‘ Nope, I honestly haven’t seen him around, I was hoping I could talk to him today. ‘ 

‘ Well, unfortunately for you, he’s on a date with a special someone. ‘ 

Bad felt a punch to the gut, he immediately knew who it was. The idea of them both going around being more than friendly with one another made him so uncomfortable. If Ant had something with Velvet like him and Skeppy, he wouldn’t be so keen on frowning down upon it. He knew what was between Ant and Velvet was purely romantic, and it made him feel uneasy. The words Ant said weeks ago echoed in his head, Ant saying how Bad was ‘jealous’ of him and Velvet. He wasn’t. He didn't- no, he wouldn’t or couldn’t feel that way towards Skeppy. Skeppy was just a friend, a friend who he was very close with and appreciated dearly. One of the only people who knew how to cure his loneliness, his desires to be close with someone, his medicine. 

Puffy sighed, ‘ Well, I’ll make sure to try and set a specific time for you and Velvet to talk. For now, how can I help you both today? ‘

Skeppy grinned, ‘ Could you get us two coffees? And don’t forget to bring the little pitcher of creamer. ‘ 

Puffy nodded, she added, ‘ And for food? ‘

‘ Get me your world famous apple cinnamon waffles, I’ve been craving them so badly, Puff ball. ‘ Skeppy excitedly hummed. 

‘ And for you? ‘ Puffy asked Bad gently. 

Bad mumbled, ‘ Just a side of potatoes would be fine. ‘ 

‘ Alright, I’ll get those started for you both. ‘ Puffy went to walk away, turning one last time, giving Skeppy a glance making sure he knew that she was keeping a close eye on him. 

Skeppy giggled at Puffy’s threat, looking over at Bad. ‘ I don’t think she’s going to let go of what- ‘ 

Skeppy’s voice interrupted as Bad pulled him in for a hug, holding Skeppy tightly. Skeppy slowly brought his arms to Bad holding him back. Bad couldn’t help but hold his friend once again, his dear friend who was freed from the Devil’s grasp. He muffled into Skeppy’s shoulder, ‘ You don’t know how happy I am to know the Devil finally freed you. ‘ He squeezed Skeppy tightly one last time before loosening the hug and stepping back, he looked at Skeppy, his smile so huge on his face he felt his muscles ache at how big he was grinning. ‘ I’ve missed you so much, Skeppy. ‘

‘ I’ve missed you too, you egghead. ‘ Skeppy chuckled back in response. Skeppy stepped back, moving into his booth seat once again, Bad followed suit. 

As they both got seated comfortably in their spots, Bad continued to stare at Skeppy. Instead of distraught eyes, that used to be full of pain and sorrow, they were now filled with warmth and welcoming. He felt his body relax, as if the pit that was so deeply buried in his stomach was gone, he had his friend once again, his Skeppy. 

‘ Are you just gonna keep staring at me? ‘ Skeppy teasingly commented, his soft, comforting, warm, sweet, and oh so handsome eyes met Bad’s. His eyes, the true eyes of the saint that sat in front of him, the angelic being he was, returned from the Devil. 

‘ Forgive me for staring, I’m so happy, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you back to normal. ‘

‘ Normal? ‘

‘ Mhm, you aren’t under the Devil’s control anymore, I can tell. You’re back to your normal self. ‘ Bad smiled widely, he had to contain himself from bursting into tears from the joy and relief he felt seeing Skeppy safe once again. 

Skeppy chuckled at Bad’s words, bringing a hand up muffling his laughter. Bad blinked in confusion at Skeppy’s laughter, he furrowed his brows as he felt his anxiety slowly returning. ‘ Why are you laughing? ‘ 

‘ I- Hehe- I’m sorry- I just- just- just remembered something funny- ‘ Skeppy attempted to defend himself. 

‘ Which is? ‘

Before Skeppy could respond, Puffy returned with a tray. She placed down two mugs of steaming hot coffee as she placed down a small metal pitcher. Skeppy smiled at her and hummed, ‘ Thanks a lot, sugar- ‘

‘ Do not try and charm me up, Mr. Pvp, you are still one wrong word away from me personally chasing you out of here. ‘ She sassily replied back. She slid the tray under her arm as she turned to move away from the table.

Skeppy rolled his eyes, still giggly from earlier. Bad grabbed one of the mugs of coffee and moved it towards himself as he looked around the diner. There were very few customers in the place, half of the diner they sat at was practically empty. He turned his head around to look back at Skeppy, his face now full of horror at the sight he saw. He watched as Skeppy practically dumped a good portion of the pitcher full of sweet creamer into his mug, turning the black liquid to a very light brown. Skeppy caught glances with the disturbed Bad and smiled as he brought the pitcher up towards him. 

‘ You need some for your coffee? ‘

‘ No, I’m fine with how it is. ‘ 

‘ That’s another strange thing about you, you rarely ever sweeten your coffee, isn’t it too bitter? ‘

‘ Honestly, I like the flavor, it reminds me of chocolate in a way, just more- intense. ‘ 

Skeppy rolled his eyes, he grabbed the handle of the mug as he brought it up to his mouth, ‘ Figures. I mean, with how naturally sweet you are it makes sense why you’d won’t use any extra sweetener. ‘ He hummed before bringing the mug to his lips and drinking the sickly sweet liquid. 

Bad felt his heart skip a beat at Skeppy’s comment, he looked at Skeppy with big eyes questioning his words. 

Skeppy looked back amused, ‘ What? It’s true, you’ve been nothing but kind to me. ‘ He took another huge gulp from his coffee before quietly adding, ‘ For the most part. ‘ 

Bad shifted awkwardly at the last part but nonetheless appreciated the kind words that Skeppy spoke, he felt his stomach flutter replaying the compliment in his mind. He felt as if he could feel a bit more blood rushing to his face than usual, he smiled as he brought his mug to his mouth and began to sip the hot liquid. 

‘ So, did you really mean what you’d said earlier? About being changed? ‘ Bad asked, still feeling a bit weary. 

‘ Of course I do, I mean, you have obviously noticed me at church, I always catch you staring at me all the time during those uhh- sssssss- sirrr- sir something. ‘

‘ Sermon? ‘

‘ Yea that, I always catch you staring at me like God himself is at your church. ‘

Bad quietly and nervously laughed at the observation, ‘ Forgive me, I’ve never noticed how much I stare. ‘ 

‘ Hey, I don’t blame you, especially with how handsome I am, it was bound that someone would get distracted. ‘ Skeppy chuckled loudly.  

‘ Yeah. ‘ Bad quietly responded, it wasn’t a lie that Skeppy was fairly good looking. He was perfect in every way, and something about him always seemed to capture Bad’s attention. 

Before Bad’s mind could start making him lost in thought he blinked in surprise as he saw Puffy placed down the plate of potatoes in front of him. He nodded

gratefully at Puffy as she placed down Skeppy’s plate of food in front of him as well. The smell of the fresh, steaming waffles with the cinnamon undertones were making Bad regret not getting an order of it for himself, or at least giving it a chance, even if that meant he would be sick afterwards. 

‘ Thank you, my dear Puffball. ‘ Skeppy snickered. 

‘ Can it. ‘ She hummed. ‘ Anything else I can get you both? ‘ 

Skeppy looked at Bad, questioning if he needed anything, and Bad grinned at Skeppy before looking back over to Puffy. ‘ I think we’re fine, thank you! ‘ 

Puffy nodded and walked away before looking back at Skeppy. Before he could say anything, he felt a pair of warm, soft hands grab his. He looked down to see Skeppy’s hands holding his, the touch of those hands he hadn’t held in so long. 

‘ Should we? You know- say our blessings? I think that’s what it’s called. ‘

‘ Saying grace. That’s what it’s called. ‘ Bad warmly smiled. 

‘ Then let's do that! ‘

Bad felt as if his heart was going to explode in his chest, hearing and seeing the change Skeppy was facing made him feel hopeful for the future. He shifted his hands and fitted them nicely into the palms of Skeppy’s. He held on tightly, rubbing the soft skin with his thumb. He smiled at Skeppy one last time before tilting his head down, shutting his eyes. 

Skeppy sat in silence, taking a long and deep inhale, then he spoke. ‘ Lord? I- We would like to thank you for this- uhhh- breakfast and uhh-? ‘

‘ And the hands, energy, love and earthly items that were used to make it. ‘ Bad added gently. 

‘ Yea, that. And I would like to personally thank the Lord for sending this lovely priest my way, I’ll make sure to take nice care of one of your children that you so generously gave me. ‘ Skeppy chuckled quietly after his words, before clearing his throat, humming, ‘ Amen. ‘

‘ Amen. ‘ Bad repeated after. He lifted his head up, opening his eyes to see Skeppy in front of him again. Skeppy was giving Bad a big, mischievous grin, Bad lightly giggled at Skeppy’s expression. Skeppy pulled his hands away from Bad’s hands and went for his utensils. Without a second thought, Skeppy was immediately cutting into his waffles and getting ready to scarf them down. Bad pulled his hands back, reaching for a fork before digging into his potatoes. 

He didn’t pay much attention to his food and focused more on Skeppy eating his food. Bad couldn’t help but smile widely at Skeppy, his friend who was saved and on the path of being redeemed. Being safe and secured from the Devil. 

Skeppy paused from his continuation of eating and looked at Bad, ‘ What do you plan to make the lesson for the next sirr- uhh- sermon?! Yea-! Sermon, what did you have in mind? ‘ 

Bad squinted his eyes, thinking for a bit. He brought the food to his mouth, chewing on a forkful of potatoes. He lit up as his mind came up with an idea, ‘ I think- ‘ He swallowed his chewed up potatoes before continuing, ‘ I think it should be how it’s never too late to be saved, how there’s always time to change! ‘ 

‘ Really? And you believe that? ‘

‘ I mean, yeah! Look at you, you were saved, or at least on the right path of being saved. ‘ Bad joyfully hummed. 

‘ Even the part about it never being too late to change-? ‘

‘ Hmm? Oh yeah! I feel like there is always an opportunity where we can change, especially for the better! ‘ 

‘ Do you really think, someone who’s really- and I mean really- stuck in their ways, and how they go about life, could change? ‘

‘ I don’t see why not? I mean, sometimes all it can take is the right person! ‘ Bad smiled joyfully as he locked eye contact with Skeppy, he hummed. ‘ Happen to you, didn’t it? ‘

‘ Heh, I guess so, you make a good point there. ‘ Skeppy nervously giggled. 

Skeppy went back to eating his waffles as Bad continued to sip on his coffee. Even if they weren’t talking, Bad felt happy having moments like this back. Being able to just exist next to Skeppy, feel comforted and safe together with the protection of the Lord. He felt as if his devotion and prayers had been answered, as if from now on, it would feel a bit heavenly. Not quite like heaven, nothing could compare to the Lord’s perfect paradise, but now that Skeppy was back, it would be the closest thing he had to it. It was his paradise. 

The two finished breakfast quite quickly, Bad moved out of the booth stretching his legs. Skeppy follower after getting out of the booth’s seat as well. He pulled out a couple one dollar bills from his back pocket before tossing them on the table. He looked back at Bad with a joyful expression, Bad couldn’t help but give out a big toothy grin at the sight. 

Skeppy walked away from the table, making his way out of the diner with Bad tailing behind happily. As they approached the door, Skeppy pushed it open and held it for Bad. Bad nodded, shooting Skeppy a quick smile and exited as Skeppy soon followed. Bad looked around outside, it was a beautiful day. Everything about it was perfect; the sun shone brightly, the woods that surrounded them were so lively, the wind blew so gently. He walked up to Skeppy’s car and opened the door to the passenger side and slipped into the convertible. Skeppy quickly got in his seat as well, he fished for a small box in his pant’s pocket. He pulled it out, digging into it and grabbing a cigarette. He placed the cigarette between his lips as he searched around his car for the lighter. Bad spotted the lighter on the floor of the car, and reached down picking up the metal lighter. He grabbed Skeppy’s hand, suddenly catching the other’s attention. Bad smacked the lighter into his palm with a cocky glance. Skeppy giggled as he muttered a small ‘ thank you ‘ under his breath.

As Skeppy lit the lighter, Bad noticed the scarf Skeppy wore was messily tied on. Usually, the scarf was so neatly and perfectly knotted. He reached over towards Skeppy as he was busy with lighting his cigarette. He untied the scarf, quickly drawing Skeppy’s attention from his cigarette to Bad before he was tying it again and made it as neat as he could. He looked at Skeppy with a happy grin as he hummed, ‘ It wasn’t tied properly, you need to pay more attention to your scarf instead of your cigarettes. ‘ 

Skeppy laughed at Bad’s stupid comment as clouds of smoke escaped his mouth with each giggle. Bad didn’t break contact, still staring at Skeppy before something in the side of his view caught his attention. He turned attention to what was drawing his eyes away from Skeppy and he felt his heart drop into his gut. He stared, eye to eye with Ant. Ant was across the parking lot, watching the two as he sat in a green muscle car. Ant was giving Bad a confused stare, a slight hint of hurt in his eyes. 

Before Bad could rationalize anything from this fairly awkward encounter, he noticed Velvet breaking the contact as he got into the car. Before Bad could even potentially wave a small ‘hello’, the green vehicle quickly backed out and was out of the parking lot in seconds. 

‘ That was Velvet, wasn’t it? ‘ Skeppy’s voice broke Bad’s train of thought.

‘ I think so. ‘ Bad quietly mumbled under his breath. 

‘ Damnit, I wanted to talk to him. Oh well, ‘ Skeppy turned around to face Bad yet again, ‘ I can do that another time, want me to drop you off at home? ‘

Before he answered, Bad was debating if he should stop by his chapel for his bag he left but ultimately decided against it. ‘ Yeah, that sounds nice. I would like that very much. ‘ 

Skeppy nodded before starting the car, twisting the keys in the ignition as the convertible started to rumble to life. Bad leaned back against his seat as he put on his seatbelt. He stared off into the distance, Ant’s expression still burnt into his memory. It confused him, Ant looked upset and by the way he was staring, it was not because he was with Skeppy. The look Ant gave him made him feel like he got caught but he wasn’t doing anything wrong, he was simply doing an innocent hangout with a friend. 

But why? Why was his heart racing seeing Ant, feeling like he was caught in an act that not even the Devil would dare engage. Like he was going against the Lord’s will, as if he was doing something he knew was wrong, but he wasn’t doing anything? He was getting breakfast with a friend, a close friend. A friend he held so close, a special friend. That was all Skeppy was, he was a special friend who made Bad feel valued and wanted. It was only fair for him to want more time with Skeppy, more of Skeppy’s time, more of Skeppy. He just wanted Skeppy, his dear friend.

 Ant’s words rang in his ears, remembering the comment on how Bad was envious of the relationship he and Velvet had, but he didn’t feel like he was envious. He didn’t want Skeppy in that way, but he felt ill as the idea of it didn’t bother him, as if he would entertain the action if it were to happen. No, he wouldn’t, it wouldn’t ever happen. He was a priest, a close child of the Lord. He wasn’t allowed to have a partner, let alone he wasn’t interested in Skeppy in that way. Skeppy was just a close friend, a friend who he only had friendly intentions in pursuing. A friend who he felt his body crave for more and more, a friend who he only wanted for only himself. A friend who he desired for, he wanted Skeppy- No, he needed Skeppy. Everything about Skeppy was all he could think about until he body ached for more of his beloved friend. 

He realized he needed Skeppy more than in just a friendly matter, Skeppy was his Eve. The Eve that came into his life and cured his loneliness and now he wanted Skeppy in every way possible. He was in love with Skeppy. 

Damnit.