"I'm gonna fucking kill you, you cheater!"

"I'm not a cheater! And if you killed me, where would I go, double Hell?"

Alexander groaned as two of his friends, Marquis de Lafayette and John Laurens, yelling and spitting at each other over a game of War. John was snarling insults at Laf, who was laughing his ass off, jeering at him. The cards were now on the floor, and the table was flipped over completely.

"I don't know why I put up with you assholes." Alexander growled, standing up and adjusting his coat.

Meet Alexander Hamilton. A cold, heartless, ungrateful bastard. At least, that's what others think of him.

He'd lived in hell almost his whole life. So long, in fact, most of demons couldn't remember Hell without him.

Alexander grabbed the cards, shoving them into his trench coat, making his way to the street.

Laf smiled and jumped to Alex's side, punching his shoulder.

Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de La Fayette, Marquis de La Fayette, or better known as Lafayette, was and is one of the closest friends to the Son of Death. Ever since he had arrived to Hell, he'd been one of Alexander's closest friends.

The Frenchman had died from the sinking of the R.M.S Titanic in 1913, drowning. Alexander soon found him useful after he figured out he was a hitman.

"Aw, come on, mon ami, you love us." He snickered, earning a shove from Laurens.

"False. He only loves me." The freckled man boasted, putting an arm around Alex.

Of course, who could forget Hamilton's sidekick, John Laurens?

The man was a demon from birth to be honest, being born in an abusive household and all. Cunning and, too be honest, a son of a bitch, John started his crime-life when he was nine.

Once he was twenty, in 1987, he moved out with his brother James, who was nine, and joined a gang, addicted to every drug he could touch. He soon died in 1992, dying of a drug overdose, his brother dying of being stabbed to death at sixteen in 1999. Once Alex saw John, he knew they'd get along.

"You two are too soft on each other." Laf groaned, winking at a small demon on the street, causing her to blush.

"Whatever, we're supposed to be at the mansion by now." Alex mumbled, leaning on John as they got into a cab, driving off.

Once they got there, they were welcomed by the smell of fire and smoke.

"Oh my god, what the hell is that?" Alex spat, wiping his nose.

"George is just having a nice chat with a little demon. You know it's his hobby." Martha Washington hummed, making her way to the kitchen, grabbing wine glasses and filling them with red wine.

"Don't play dumb with me, you sack of meat and bones! You're here because of your actions. You wanna go back, boo-fucking-hoo! Get over it and get the fuck out of my face!" A yell was heard from upstairs, causing Alex to snicker.

"That's a new one." Laf remarked, holding back a laugh.

The three made their way to the kitchen, being met with four girls sitting at the table, each wearing a distinctive color.

"You boys really should consider dressing up a bit more. You know, for the Summoning and all." A girl in red mumbled, checking her nails.

John gave a sort of growl, before responding. "Who the fuck does? It's just some human dying and coming to this shitty joint."

"Nevertheless, Laurens," Alex began, looping his finger around his friend's belt. "I need to change my outfit a bit. My coat reeks of meth." The short man turned, heading to his room, John following.