The sky was a dark inky blue, the stars shining in pure white in the void of nothingness. Streets were illuminated with lights from bars, and stores of the like. It was a regular weekend night basically. Our favorite Italians were lounging around in their home. Lovino was sitting in one of the living room chairs watching Tv, while Feliciano was laying on the couch, his head resting on one of the couch arms, his nose in a magazine.

"This list is-a so full of merda." Feliciano said to his brother, Lovino turned his head, "What's it about?"

"Greatest hits of-a the 80s" Feliciano said to him, Lovino looked over to him, "Lemme guess what-a the number one-a is?"

"Wham!" they both said in unison. Lovino rolled his eyes, "Honestly," he started, "They weren't all that good." His brother nodded furiously, dropping the magazine on his chest," Yeah I know right-a? Lovino nodded too, "Si, totally overrated-a" 

Afterwards they went back to their previous activities. Not much happening unless you count a dull remark of going out to eat, which was obliged. (But that was something? Shhh! Don't point out my incompetence.)The two of them went out to a decent diner, not to shabby, but no too nice to be considered expensive. After dinner, while the two of them were walking home (since the diner wasn't to far from their home) Lovino soon realized something ,

 "So i'm-a telling the guy "Yes, I did order that-a" and you know what-a he said ba-" Lovino cut Feliciano off, he reached in his pocket and felt around it only to find nothing. "Son of a bitch" he sighed, as he stopped walking. His brother turned his head to him, "You forget your phone or-a something?" Lovino sighed once more. Feliciano handed his brother his phone out of his jacket pocket, rolling his eyes, "Here just-a call it." 

Lovino grabbed it and dialed his number, putting it to his ear he heard the digital ringing. Then something.....let's say out of the ordinary happened to say the least.  Someone picked up. His eyes widened and his heart slumped down to his stomach. On the other line someone was breathing heavily, along with crackling like there was an extreme distance.

Then it started talking. The voice as distorted and gravely, resembling that of Jigsaw's. But for the life of him he couldn't understand what it was saying,

"Rats gninrom eht fo si ecnirp ruo. Yned ohw esoth llik, htrae eht ekatrevo llahs ohw eerht eht laih. Raef lladnik ruoy hcihw dlrow eht morf ma I, hceel yhtlif." was what he heard, making him shake to the bone. He pulled the phone away from his ear and showed off his terrified face to his brother.

"Fratello, what's wrong-a?"  Feliciano asked confused, "We have to go home n-now-a." Lovino said fearfully, in which after he broke into a run. His younger brother followed suit. When Lovino came upon their door he fumbled with his keys, he had to know what was that which just called him. What picked up the phone? When he finally managed to open the door he scoped out the living room, finding no sign of anyone other then them who came here. Lovino walked in as soon as Feliciano caught up with him, 

"What are-a you looking for?" Lovino was confused, looking around he saw no tampering, nothing out of place, just....nothing. He slumped his shoulders down as he looked towards his brother, "Nada, I'm going to bed-a." Feliciano looked confused again, "Um, Ok? g'night." 

"Night," he said to him as Lovino trudged to his room. After he was done changing into his pajama's as he was going to set his alarm clock for the next day, he saw on his nightstand,

"My phone? How did it-a-" he queried, and on the screen he saw a note. The handwriting on it looked like none he'd never seen before, it was like clean calligraphy, nice and loopy, like cursive but like the writing he saw more in the renaissance then now, and on it was written something  he shall never forget,

"Armageddon is coming and we would love for you to come,

We love having those who are worthy of burning with us, come to our gatherings,

And we sincerely hope you'll join us, so that you'll see the horsemen come in action.

-The infernal hierarchy

L, B, & A