Beelzebub's POV:

"I can't believe how annoying he is!" Monique growls through her teeth and tugs at her hair in frustration. "Why can't he just leave me alone!" She scowls and suddenly turns, kicking a footstool into the wall.

A loud bang on the ceiling makes me jump in surprise before her mother yells. "Keep it down!"

Monique rolls her eyes and yells back. "Fine!"

She stomps over to the toppled footstool, picks it up, then drops it down. She flops down onto it and rests her head on her hand looking off into space.

Crouching down next to her, I poke her cheek, smiling for less than a split second as she moves, until her hand shoots out and slaps my cheek.

"OW!" I yell out in pain as I fall backwards, sprawled on the floor and rubbing the side of my face.

In a few seconds, she's leaning over me, apologies falling from her mouth at an unbelievable rate.

"Oh my gosh I'm so so sorry!" She reaches over and rubs the red welt, and I see her eyes starting to get watery.

"No, really, it'll be fine!" I sit up and pull her hand away, suddenly feeling guilty, despite the fact that I haven't done anything.

"But I hit you-"

"It's fine. Really." I grab her wrist to calm her down.

She narrows her eyes at my hand, and for a split second I think she might bite me.

"Excuse me, could you respect my personal bubble?"

"Yeah. Sorry." I pull my hand back and nervously rub my wrist.

She nods and gets up, walking away toward the bags of baby things, and I follow her and grab most of them.

"Put those down! You're gonna hurt yourself or pull something!" She tugs on my arm, and I stand still with a little smile.

"You do remember you're talking to an immortal Angel, right? The one who was also the leader of the most badass immortal Angel army?"

She rolls her eyes, shrugs, and grabs the other bags, trying to hide the annoyance on her face. "Whatever. Follow me."

She leads me down a long hallway and into a brightly lit bathroom, where she sets the bags and motions for me to do the same.

"I'll put all this stuff away later, so don't worry about it." The look she gives me says the opposite, daring me to try to put it away.

I smirk and drop the bags on the floor, strolling out of the room. "Okay."

She stops for a second and looks at where I dropped the bags, then looks at me. "Hey Mr Macho, you dropped the bag onto some mud from your shoe. I'd start cleaning that up."

She struts out of the room, letting me see her smirk over her shoulder as she turns her head towards me. "Have fun."

I glare at her back as she walks out of the room, grabbing a pack of baby wipes and inspecting the spot.

That little... It wasn't even my shoe print.
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Daevon's POV:

I chuckle to myself as I walk down a busy street, tossing a coin into the air and catching it, throwing it back up and repeating the process as I walk.

"Hmm. Monique sure had a nice little family. Mother, brother. And her mom sure could cook." I mutter to myslef as I walk, oblivious to the footsteps synching with mine until the owner speaks up.

"Daevon."

I quickly turn around, my face twisting in surprise and confusion at the Dark Angel standing a few feet away. "Bedlaas. What are you doing here?"

"I could say the same to you." The level-faced man walks up beside me, keeping pace easily and keeping his eyes straight ahead.

I chuckle again. "Always one to keep the mask up. Still keeping it up, I see."

"I am an Angel, not a human. I have no genuine need for expressions, though -"

"If necessary, you could and would. Yada yada yada, yeah, I know."

He turns his head to look at me, and I can see the anger simmer momentarily in his eyes before dying away. He turns his head to face in front of him again and walks silently for a moment before glancing sideways at me and continuing the conversation. "I believe if you are done acting the part of an immature child, I could offer some assistance."

I scoff, turning my head to face him. "How? How in all Hell, Heaven, or Earth could you help me?"

"Your time in this realm has changed your psyche to feel human emotions. I am not affected by these emotions because I have not been on Earth nearly as long."

I shake my head and chuckle. "I think I'll be just fine, Bedlaas. You probably wouldn't take the humans' emotions into account anyway, and you'd just screw it all up."

"I do not agree with that point, Daevon. I have a much more objective view on this situation than you do."

"Are you calling me emotional?!"

He pauses a few feet ahead of me and turns his head to face me as much as it can. "Yes. I am calling you emotional."

I narrow my eyes at him and walk past him, harshly knocking him with my shoulder.

"Well, I don't need your help. You can go."

"As you wish." I hear the sound of wings unfurling and turn to see a black bird soaring away.

Turning back to my path on the sidewalk, I mutter under my breath. "Good riddance."

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Elle's POV:

"Look, I don't know how you want me to do. I just can't!" I sigh and flop onto the couch, folding my hands in my lap.

"Elle, you're going to have to, or else...well, you're basically screwed." Jack slumps on the couch across from me, leaning his head on his fist and looking at me like a sad puppy.

"Don't look at me like that! I'm not going to try to teleport to the bus station! What if someone sees me?!"

"Half the people there are drunk. No one's going to believe them if they say they saw a girl appear out of thin air with wings."

"Wait, why would they see my wings?"

Jack gives me a 'duh' look. "Alcohol removes inhibitions in humans. It also removes some of the 'blinders' humans have for not seeing things of the supernatural kind."

"What?!"

"If you'd listen to me, you'd already know that."

"Shut up."

"Elle, you're so lucky I'm your brother or I would have definitely smote you by now."

"Smote? Did you seriously just go Shakespeare on me?"

"Whatcha gonna do if I did, huh?"

"I'm going to...to..."

"Haha you can't think of anything." He sticks his tongue out at me, and I narrow my eyes at him before jumping out of my seat and lunging at him.

And then freezing midair.

"What the heck, Jack. That was unnecessary, don't you think?"

His face looks almost as surprised as mine. "Don't look at me that way. I didn't do it."

I roll my eyes. "Yeah. Sure. Lucifer must have done it, right?"

"Bingo, sweetheart." I turn my head to look at the doorway, where Lucifer's casually leaning against the doorjamb.

I sigh and narrow my eyes even further. "Speak of the devil."

"And he shall appear, yes, I do know that one. A bit clichéd, but just as well." He smirks at me and flicks his hand, sending me dropping to the ground to bang my elbow into the hardwood floor.

"Ouch." I glare at him as I stand, rubbing my elbow.

"Oh shush, it's just a flesh wound. Besides, it'll be fine in ten minutes. I don't see what the whole hoo-hah's about."

"Lucifer, what do you want?"

"I came to help your brother train you. He seemed to be having some difficulty in the matter."

"What are you going to have me do, teleport to Hell on the first try?"

He taps his chin and looks at me. "Actually, no, Heaven would be a better bet. Surprisingly, I guard my realm better than the Council guards theirs. Quite the opposite of what one might thing, don't you agree?"

"Lucifer, why are you talking like that? You weren't British in Hell."

He sighs. "Oh, it's this pesky realm. I adopt the image of whatever you all imagine collectively as a devil, so it would seem the majority of people imagine me as a charming, suave Brit. Much better than what I had to endure in the 1500's, I must admit. Horns do not compliment my bone structure, let me assure you."

"Wow. Okay. Good to know." I absentmindedly rub at my elbow.

"Anyway, Jack, how far have you gotten with her training so far?" Lucifer looks at my brother expectantly. Jack nervously laughs and scratches the back of his neck.

"Well...we haven't really gotten anywhere. She's been being kind of a difficult student."

"No she's not. You're just scared you'll break her or something like that, am I right?"

"Yeah," Jack mutters.

"Knew it."

"Well, I'll just go and let you take over, Oh Great British Serpent." It's impossible to miss my brother's wide smirk as he walks away, and Lucifer glares at him.

"Oh Eleanor, would you like to hear a funny story about your brother before he was your father's adopted son?"

"Of course I would-"

"GOOD GRIEF LUCIFER, I'M GOING!"

Lucifer chuckles as Jack runs down the hallway, trying to avoid story time.

"Now, Elle," he says, turning to me and clapping his hands together in faked excitement. "Where shall we begin?"