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~Time skip 2 weeks(PAUL'S SEEN SOME SHIT)~

Seth's POV

As I gently place my hand on Sam's back, I realize what a sight this must be. The weird zombie kid, carrying two backpacks, holding a book in one hand and bracing the hobbling emo kid's back with the other. Sam's just gotten out of the hospital, but it's still bad. He needs one crutch for his left leg, and someone needs to be near him at all times in case he falls. Naturally, I volunteered. Little did I know that the council had found out about our...

Thing.

*FLASHBACK MOTHERFUCKERS*

I gently, but lustfully to-

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Get the fuck out of here.

No one wants to read this.

No. Stop. No smut.

Please don't make me write this.

Please save my soul.

Don't make me do it.

Please.

Jesus, fine.

*DIFFERENT FLASHBACK JEEZ SAFARI*

It's been a couple of days since Sam and I actually... Did the do.

Fuck you, I can do what I want.

But I got a text message, telling me to call it. It had no area code, and I immediately did what any smart deity would do.

I called the number.

"Thou hath violated thee ancient laws."

I sighed.

"Modern English, Azrael, please."

"Fine. Seth, you fucked up. I trusted you. I warned you. Seth... They're gonna have to kill you and him for it."

I growl. "Say his name, bitch. Say his fucking name."

A harsh, loud, demonic noise comes from the other side. Fiends and Gods can become closer to either side, and Death is closer to the demons.

"YOU, SETH, AND YOUR FUCKBOY, SAM, ARE GOING TO BE FUCKING GODDAMN SLAUGHTERED!!!!"

I had blinked, slightly scared from the emotion wreathed in his voice.

"I-I-I-"

A growl.

"You have three weeks to fix things, otherwise, you two are dead. Three options. Become just friends, give up and die, or come back to here and erase memories."

"You know there's another way."

"And you know the council would never fucking allow it. I might have a pretty big say, but I'd be so overpowered. Even if I did want you together, which I don't."

Tears sprinkled from my eyes.

"Az... I-"

"Three fucking weeks, Seth." In a sarcastic tone, he finishes.

"Take your goddamn time."

Beep.

He hangs up.

*END FLASHBACK*

(A/N): Sorry no authors note on the last one, I was posting that and this on the same day so ye. Anyway, how are you enjoying the story so far? We have 4 more chapters till we r done writing it. Don't worry you guys have, 14 chapters to go, wait is it really that many? oh, shoot. TOGTG, correct me if I'm wrong but chapter 20 is 4 different chapters technically, the epilogue, and final chapter, plus how many till 20 which is 8 so...yeah 14 wow. we are s much farther ahead than I thought...

welp...

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