Error was enjoying his own slave. He would sometimes flirt with his and touch him to see how he would react. Error thought it was funny how he would yell at him and try to push him away.

But soon ink just stopped. Everytime error touch ink he wouldn't say anything. He would just glare at him for a few seconds and go back to working. Everytime he would flirt ink would ignore him.

Error was upset that he was no longer being entertained by his slave. Error let out a huff of disappointment as he sat on his throne next to his father, who was in his throne.

His father's throne was bigger made of cracking stone decorated with animal claws and horns. A couple angel wings on both sides of it. And above him an angel halo hung. The stone was as dark as his horns. Pitch black.

Mine was a size smaller decorated with the bones of angels. And above me hung the angel skull.

I got up to go check on how my slave was doing. Then I thought... I never got his name. I decided to ask him when I saw him.

He searched the halls of hell until he saw him talking to another enslaved angel. "Well I was wondering where you were." Error said coming up from behind ink. Ink decided to ignore him and continue working.

Error hugged ink from behind hoping he would at least wriggle uncomfortably in his hold. But ink stood the and let out an annoyed sigh. "I'll be done with the windows soon. But I won't if you keep doing this sir." Ink said plainly.

Error frowned and let him go. "I've never got your name." Error said looking at ink while he kept his backside to him. "my name is ink" he said not pausing his work. 'ink hmmm .. why does he sound....

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