>>>>warning, mention of sexual activities and such of that nature ahead, I'll probably have to rate this R later>>>>

The pain was numbed. It was still there, but the intesity had calmed down. Skin was punctured, and the wound was opened. He didn't mind looking at it, it made him feel tough in a way. And being weak was the last thing he wanted to be, especially in this place.

The TV faded in and out from static, the only channel it got was the news, which was odd, considering their location. Odder still, they lived in a mansion, a very well furnished and modern mansion. It was a crime that their television set wasn't updated. Niall glanced over at the fuzzy screen, watching the tall weatherman give the daily forecast. Niall chuckled, not like the weather was gonna change down here. His now dulled blue eyes looked over at the round wooden table in front of him, and with his uninjured hand, started tracing the circular patterns slowly with his index finger.

That was when he heard the door creak open. He didnt dare look at who entered. "Hello there Niall!" The voice was cheerful, but strained, and the figure who owned the voice shook off his jacket and threw it on a nearby love seat.

"Hello Louis..." Niall mumbled under his breath.

"Why so melancholy eh? You should be happy!" He glanced over at Louis who was now walking towards him.

"I am happy Lou.."

The cheerful man chuckled,"Atta boy..at least I know you like me enough to call me that..."

Niall rolled his eyes again as Louis walked to the other side of him. "Oi..what's this now?" He gestured to Nialls injured hand, and Niall froze, unable to speak.

Louis let out a light chuckle,"Aww you got a paper cut there.." He gently touched the small cut alongside Nialls thumb, making Niall flinch in pain.

"Oh..sorry mate." Louis said apologetically. "Didnt know it still hurt. It shouldn't, I mean you can barely see it." Nialls blood boiled up inside, and sadness rose with it. To him it actually hurt, and it hurt that Louis of all people made fun of him for it. He needed to be tough. He knew that. He tried so hard to be like the other boys. But he just got here, could they blame him?

"S'alright..I was looking through some of the newspapers over there..."

He nodded his head to the desk across the room, which was littered in parchment. Louis nodded and glanced over before turning his gaze back to Niall. "So...how are you liking it here so far?"

Niall scoffed, a small smile with barely any emotion behind it rose on his face,"Considering that it's Hell...it's pretty alright.."

Louis nodded and started to walk to the end of the room, stopping when he reached the large, gothic style window. He looked past the smudges and the dirt covering the glass to see the old garden, littered with dead bushes and trees that were naked and bare, with a few old and slightly disturbinh statues and bust that wre old, grey, and chipping away. It reminded him of the mansion in a horror movie he saw: The Red Rose.

"Say where are the rest anyway?" He turned his head to look over his shoulder at Niall, who was now picking at his nails.

"Oh..uh..they all went off somewhere."

Louis wasn't satisfied at all with his answer. He furrowed his brow at him, keeping his annoyance that might soon combust into anger inside. "Somewhere? Here? Earth? Another realm? C'mon man!" Niall noticed his rising emotion and looked up to meet Louis's bright blue eyes much like his own.

"No they're all still here, just not...here." He said innocently.

Louis groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose,"Of course they aren't.."

"Zayn is probably with his mistress..or getting more. He probably went up to Earth for that.." Niall softly spoke. "And Harry's probably meeting with Lucella and Rodrick.." Louis wasn't aware but he was clenching his fists tightly when Niall said that.

"Fuck.." Louis cursed under his breath.

Both of the men turned their heads at a rowdy noise behind the door, that soon came to be Harry and Zayn, laughing along with each other. Louis couldn't help but smirk at them, crossing his arms as he leaned against the window,"You lot looked like you saw Willy explode again.."

Harry, the tall one with chestnut brown locks that were curled and fluffed up chuckled,"Yeah Lou, you missed out on a good time.."

Niall sighed and sat up,"Please tell me you didn't go off and have a "party" with a bunch of nymphs again..."

Zayn chuckled deeply, the red sparkling in his eyes,"Do I detect a hint of jealousy Niall? Maybe we can take you to one of their parties next time.." Harry plopped down on the couch in front of Louis as Zayn pulled out a cigarette.

Niall, annoyed, stood up and mumbled, but loud enough to he audible,"I'm not interested in one of your orgies..." With that he sighed and started to walk out of the room.

"You are jealous...I bet an angel like you never got to have any of those privledges huh?" Zayn cocked his head at him, a smirk curling on his lips as he took the cigarette out of his mouth. Niall froze right in front of the door, feeling his blood boil once more, and heat rose to his cheeks.

Thank you Zayn, for reminding me that I failed as an angel... He thought in his mind.

Without a word Niall shook it all off and sought out what he was going to do.

Zayn spoke up after he heard the door close,"So Louis....how's that girl coming along for ya?"

He took a long drag as Louis smirked, rubbing his bottom lip,"Oh she's coming along fine. Just fine..."