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John stared intensely at the angle lying the the ground. His eyes carefully studied his hair, his wings, his skin. He frowned slightly. He's never seen an angel before really.

He wasn't conscious, he could tell that. And he had no idea why.

He slowly took a step forward, and gently leaned down, poking his cheek. "Hey, uh, Mr Angel Guy?" He whispered softly, "Are you ok?"

Slowly, the smaller boys eyes fluttered open and he sat up. It took him a second to realise that there was an demon in front of him.

John smiled slightly, accidently showing off his fangs.

The angels eyes widened, and he let out a small yell jumping back slightly.

Suddenly, John found himself being sprayed with holy water. He let out a small scream and leapt back, clutching at his neck where it burned. "What the fuck?" He yelled. "Where the hell did that come from?" He saw the angel physically recoil from his words and scoffed slightly.

He looked down and away from him, glancing at his hand which now also burned, before feeling himself being pushed into the ground. The shorter boy tackled him to the ground, pinning him back.

John's breath hitched, and he gasped slightly as he saw him pulling something out of his pocket. The light shimmered off the knife as he held it close to his neck.

"Whoa whoa whoa who wait," He whispered frantically his eyes darting between the knife and the angel and he shuffled back slightly. "Ok I'm sorry, I'm sorry, there's no need to," His breath faltered slightly as he pressed the knife further towards his neck. "There's no need to react like this, just let me go." He whispered, his eyes fixated on the knife.

"Please," He whispered, glancing up at the boy. He saw his expression falter slightly and he slowly removed the knife and crept back, sitting on his knees wearily, his feathery wings spread out in threat and in case of retreat.

John sat up slowly, rubbing his neck. "Thank you," He muttered, though it was mostly sarcastic.

"Why are you begging for your life?" The angel asked, speaking for the first time. "You're the son of Satan, you're supposed to be like evil!"

"Well juts because he is doesn't mean I have to be." He sighed. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have disturbed you, I just... never mind."

"Well I mean you- are you crying?" The angel asks, tilting his head and dropping knife.

"Well yeah this shit hurts." He hissed, and once again noticed the boy wincing.

"Oh," the boy murmured, and leaned in, kissing the place he had sprayed him.

John blinked slightly and felt it heal. "How did you..."

"Healing saliva," He giggles, "You didn't know that?"

He shook his head.

"You're John, right?"

He nods slowly, "And you are?"

"Alexander, son of God."

"Oh, I didn't know that."

"Really? Your dad doesn't talk about mine?"

"You think he talks to me?" John laughed and Alex looked down.

Alex opened his mouth to speak but John quickly covered it with his hand.

"Did you hear that?" He hisses, and the angel shakes his head.

"Play dead for me."

Alexander pulled John's hand from his mouth, "What?"

"If you want to live, do it. Now."

He frowned, but did as he requested.

John stood up quickly and turned towards his father.

"What... are you doing out here?" He hissed, voice low. "This angel, is it dead?"

"Yes, I killed it." He lied smoothly.

There was a silence for a moment before he grabbed his arm. He pulled him towards him and inspected his neck.

"Angel kiss, you're lying."

"I-I'm not."

He let go of John, throwing him onto the ground. "Don't lie to me, you're a disgrace to the entire bloodline. Don't bother coming back."

John watched, dazed, as he flew away.

Alexander quickly sat up, and looked towards him. John glanced slowly at him.

"Are you ok?" The demon asked.

"Never mind me, are you ok?! That was harsh!"

"Bit fucking more than harsh."

"Don't swear."

"Sorry."

There was a pause.

"Don't worry, it's not the first time, it won't be the last. I'll be able to sneak back in in a week."

"What are you going to do before that?"

"Well uh, I don't know..."

"I could always-"

"Don't say it," John laughed, and Alexander scowled, "What, you can sneak me in? You, Mr Goody Two Shoes angel?"

"Oh shut up."

"Oooh, watch your language."

Alexander huffed and turned away from him.

"Aw, ok I'm sorry, don't be mad."

"You won't be the first person..." He mumbles, turning bright red.

John snorted. "You're kidding!"

"No..."

He laughs for a second, "Alright then, if you insist."

"Really?"

"Sure."

IM DONE GOT NO MORE IDEAS FOR THIS *dances*

this was not proof read at all so