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Craig led Evan to the room where he had been keeping all of the hybrid's possessions, figuring it would be a nice surprise.

It was. "Wow, I can't believe you saved all this shit." He looked around the room in awe.

"Of course I did! I couldn't bear to let it go, it was the last things I had to remember you. And I told Tyler I'd break up with him if we didn't keep it."

Evan fist bumped him. "I always knew you were the manipulative type." He joked.

"Well, I always knew you were the zombie type." Craig shot back. The two laughed, acting as if nothing had happened, that no time had ever passed since they saw each other last. For a second, they were back to being that inseparable pair of friends.

But only for a second. Evan's face fell as he let out a heavy sigh. "All jokes aside, I really do have something really important to say, Mini." Evan used the nickname, missing the way it used to roll off his tongue.

"What is it, Vanoss?" Craig used the nickname too, trying to lighten the mood.

Evan turned to face him, his expression serious. "Heaven is after me." He spoke, keeping eye contact with the demon.

"What? Why?" Craig understood why Evan was freaked out now.

"Because, they want me on their team. Actually, let me back track a bit. You know how I was supposed to go to like Purgatory or some shit?" Craig nodded. "Well, I didn't. I went to Heaven, and you know who was there?"

"Who?" Craig felt like he was in some action movie or something.

Evan scoffed, thinking it over with disgust. "My parents."

"No." Craig didn't believe it.

"Oh yes, apparently they just let anyone up there! Including abusive alcoholic assholes like them! And get this, they didn't even remember anything about Hell! Retards." Evan was now pacing across the room, completely pissed off as he crossed his arms.

"What else happened?" Craig was sat on the bed, a box of sheets next to him.

"They tried to convert me, those pieces of shit! 'Oh, Evan! Don't you want to wear something a bit more fitting? Here, try this white shirt!' 'Don't curse Evan, He doesn't like that!' Lucifer's sake! It was so infuriating!" Craig could tell Evan was shaking with anger just thinking about what had happened.

Evan turned back to him. "But that's not it, okay? Yeah, that sucked by itself, I mean, my parents trying to be actual parents for once? Trippy. But, the most fucked up reason is why. Because let me tell you something, Heaven wants to completely take over, so they brought my parents there just for me. Because they thought it would 'convince' me to join them. Crazy, right?"

"Back up, what do you mean that 'Heaven wants to take over'?"

"You remember the whole battle of Heaven and Hell in order to protect Purgatory?"

"Yeah."

"This time it's worse. They want to completely wipe out Hell and Purgatory, obliterate any traces of sin, or some shit like that. They want humans to have 'complete free will' because apparently they don't have that with Purgatory and Hell existing."

"That's ridiculous. Besides, no offense, but what did they think you could do?"

Evan sighed. "I don't know, I really don't, but now I'm all caught up in this mess that I don't want to be in. Not to mention, there's a spy in Hell."

Craig choked on his breath, coughing violently. "What? There's an inside guy? Who the fuck is it? I'm gonna kick their ass!"

"They didn't tell me, but they never actually told me there was an inside guy, I just listened in on a conversation my parents were having. Fuck, that sounds weird coming from me, doesn't it? 'My parents' yeah fucking right." Evan's voice turned bitter as he sat down next to Craig, resting his head on his shoulder, his shoulders hunching in defeat. "I just wish I had been here, living the normal life."

Craig wrapped an arm around the boy, comforting him in a brotherly way. "I know, Ev, I know, but it's gonna be okay. How about this, I'll worry about the whole 'Heaven taking over' thing, I'll even tell the guys, and you can just relax and live a normal life for a while."

Evan closed his eyes, both from tiredness and reminiscing about old times. "You know that can't happen, Craig. I can't get normal, not now. Think about it, I've been dead for four years, I'm both a demon and an angel, and I'm wanted by Heaven and possibly Hell. I'm as far from normal as you can get."

"Don't talk like that, Ev. Some day, you'll get normal. You and Jonathan can be like Tyler and I, living together, maybe a pet, couple of kids, we can all see each other for holidays, it's gonna be great."

"Don't say that, Craig, I'm gonna be a terrible parent, I can't handle the responsibility of a pet, and I don't even know if the guys hate me or not right now. I've been back for like three weeks and all I've done is be with Jonathan, that's pathetic. I just went running back to the person who broke my heart, yeah we're good now, we fooled around, that was fun, but, no, no I can't." Evan sat up, getting off of Craig as he put his head in his hands. "I really can't do this."

Craig had never seen Evan like this, so doubtful of himself, yet so cocky and arrogant at the same time. He had definitely gotten revamped, in both a good and bad way. "Can't do what, Ev?"

Once again, the hybrid let out a sigh. "Anything, really. Ever since I've been back the only I've really been doing is running away from my problems, think about it; I didn't talk to you, I went to Jonathan, I got another piercing, I'm just a mess. I can't even figure out how these damn fucking wings work!" He shouted out, his wings appearing because of his sudden outburst as he stood up.

Craig ignored his wings, it's not like he had never seen them before, it had just been a while. "Calm down, calm down. It's fine, it's all good. I'm not mad, Ev, you've been through a lot, I get it. Don't stress, you're-"

He was cut off by Evan hugging him tightly, burying his head in his shoulder, letting out a muffled sob, his wings folding against his back- much like they had when they had both arrived on Earth for the first time.

As soon as Craig heard Evan breakdown, he just held him tighter against his chest, lightly swaying him from side to side, trying to calm him. A wave of protectiveness washed over him, as he held his brother against his chest, it didn't even feel like a day had passed and once again he was taken back to the day he had first been in this position.

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Craig ran as fast he could. His parents were behind him, yes, but at a much slower pace. They didn't care as much as he did. They weren't as worried about his best friend as he was.

He thought back to the phone call he had received, and recalled just how shaky the boy's voice had been, how he sounded like he was on the verge of tears, and fear suffocated his voice more than it ever had. Which was pretty concerning.

Hopefully, the boy wasn't hurt, Craig didn't know if he could handle to see him like that one more time. Then again, he always thought that, and he always seemed to pull through time after time. After all, it was Hell, this kind of stuff happened all the time.

He didn't bother to knock, somehow he knew it would be left open, it was still early, there were probably only a few beer bottles opened, it would still be at least an hour and a half before the lock would be activated.

Bursting into the house, he ignored the bitter smell of old beer bottles- he had gotten somewhat used to it- and instead began to call his name.

"Evan! Ev!" He heard a small whimper come from his right. Of course, the kitchen, he prepared himself to see some blood, possibly a lot of it.

Whatever he had thought had happened, he had been wrong, because he was not prepared for the sight he had saw.

Evan was crouched in between his parents, who lay still and unmoving on either side of the boy as he lightly shook them, calling their names. Craig didn't need to stay for more than a few seconds to know they were dead.

Without a word or sound, he rushed towards the boy and wrapped him in a hug, kneeling in front of him, the boy immediately hugged back, no longer holding in his sobs.

Craig hugged him tighter, somehow managing to pull his body closer to his own, feeling his shirt become wetter with every passing second, he didn't care. All he focused on was that his best friend was hurt, that his best friend needed him, and he was going to be there for him.

No matter what.