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Everyone was familiar with the screams and pleads of terror and despair that echoed throughout the city, hundreds of demons, in a state of panic, could be seen running in the streets in desperation, terrified at the sight of the angels, who had determined smiles on their faces as they chased them down with the intent to end their lives, prompting them to run even faster, trying to escape their impending doom that was closing in on them.
Amidst all the chaos, in one of the buildings from the distance, unaffected by the madness, a low yet soft voice rang out, reading out loud from a book, seemingly oblivious to the horror happening outside.
"- Lucifer found her and the rebellious dreamers fell deeply in love-"
It was a story they'd read countless times before, but oh it never failed to bring them joy and comfort.
"She empowered the demon kind with her voice and her songs-"
Despite the screams of terror outside were practically impossible to ignore, this particular story offered a temporary escape from their worries, even for just a little while.
"And their dream was passed down to their precious son, the prince of hell."
The end.
....
The man let out a deep sigh as he gently shut the book and gazed out the window at the chaos. " Don't worry Mom, I'll make this work, I promise."
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 it takes.
"Charles, I enjoy your theatrics and all, I really do, but this is literally the fifth time you've repeated the same story to yourself."
A voice rang out behind him suddenly, making him turn his head in fright.
"Shit Dicckie! I didn't see you there." He let out a nervous chuckle. "Did you hear all that?"
Dicckie nodded. "Yeah, I literally just said that."
"Sorry, you know I always get worked up during an extermination." He smiled down at the book in his hands. " This book always helps, even for just a moment."
It was better than nothing...
"Don't worry, I love hearing your voice anyways, but you know you can always talk to me-"
Before he could finish his sentence, a deafening explosion echoed through the air, making them jolt in surprise and fright as they turned to the source of the noise.
Looking out the window, the men watched as an entire airship crashed into the buildings below, the group of exterminators who had taken it down cheered and high-fived one another before parting ways.
.......
Charles sighed. "They're extra ruthless this year, huh.."
It just gets worse and 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 each year.
.......
Dicckie struggled to find something to say to comfort the prince, before remembering what he was here for in the first place. " Hey, how about we go see what Alastor prepared for our commercial? That will take your mind off.. this."
Charles smiled, setting the book aside before standing up and grabbing his hand. "You're right! He should be done with it by now, let's go."
Dicckie smiled back at him, pleased to see him so enthusiastic again, it suited him better. "There you go, I'm positive he did an amazing job," he said, though he couldn't mask the slight hesitation in his tone.
At least, he hoped he did.
That radio freak better have made something 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥.