Private Angel Log Entry Thirteen

"Bob, how the hell did you pull this off?" I exclaimed happily as he seated himself at the kitchen table.

Everyone had been panicking at first, Billie Joe had rushed inside, yelling that we were being attacked by a horde of demons; he missed my reunion with Bob in his hurry to get back to the house, and even though he had only done the logical thing, it had created quite a bit of a mess.

The angels had busted outside with weapons raised, which of course made the demons very uneasy, and it had taken about half an hour for Bob and I to calm everyone down and explain the situation to my friends.

Luckily, we diffused the situation before it escalated any further, and the demons had been very forgiving of the misunderstanding. I had mentioned Bob to them in passing, but they had never met him, and we definitely hadn't been expecting him to show up at our doorsteps with a small army.

Finally, we had made it inside, and my basically frozen body was very gratefully for that fact. Bob made himself right at home, throwing his coat over the back of the armchair and introducing himself to everyone in as friendly a manner as was possible for Bob. Now we were trying to explain what had happened in the time since he had left, and also find out how Bob had managed to magically find so many sympathetic demons.

"And how could you possibly know that we needed you know?" Brendon asked curiously, turning from his perch by the window where he was observing the demons setting up camp around our humble abode.

"And are you sure all of those demons are as friendly as you?" Ryan piped up worriedly.

"One question at a time guys," Bob chuckled throatily, polishing off the demon brew he had brought with him before continuing to speak.

"After I left here, I decided to try and find the rest of the demons who had gotten out of Hell before I did. That whole fucked up thing with Mikey and the Livian got me thinking - he almost died, and a lot of the demons who deserted were newbies. I didn't want them to go through the same thing, so I decided to share some of the Livian I had gotten from you with them," Bob explained causally, and I felt a small smile spreading across my face.

I forgot how kindhearted Bob was under his gruff exterior, and the fact that he had gone out of his way to save demons he didn't even know made me that much more endeared to him - not to mention that he had come all the way back here just to help us out, even though he couldn't possibly gain anything from this, and he might even lose his life in the process.

"It took me a little while to find where they had fled to, but they mostly kept together, which helped a lot. I won't bore you with the details of my search - it's was pretty fucking lame, but eventually I found their hiding place. A few of them we're already getting sick, but luckily I made it in plenty of time, so no one had kicked the bucket yet."

"All hail Bob - the demon Jesus who heals the sick!" Brendon giggled loudly. He had a few drinks himself - hell we all had to try and mask the tension of the upcoming events, but I think it was time to cut Brendon off. None of us had tried demon brew before, and it was very potent.

"Shut up baby," Ryan tried to grab the bottle from Brendon's hand, but he danced out of his reach, surprisingly nimble on his feet for how intoxicated he was.

"Just ignore him..." I groaned out, turning back to Bob so he could continue his story.

"Nah man, I like this angel. If I had known you guys were so fucking chill, I wouldn't have killed so many of you," Bob smiled as Brendon and Ryan continued to chase each other around the room.

"Well Brendon is a special case...but the same applies to you. I seriously can't believe that you found hundreds of demons that were willing to help out a few rebel angels. I just feel like we have been wrong to hate each other so much for all these years."

"Yeah - same here. I mean, don't get me wrong, there is a lot of fucked up demons in Hell, but the newer ones aren't half bad. I mean - look at Gerard..." Bob trailed off when my face contorted in an expression of sadness.

"Yeah..." I choked out, trying to play it off like I was okay - even though I really wasn't.

"Dude I'm sorry. What happened is fucked up, but we are going to fix it okay?" Bob pushed another cup my way, and I took it gratefully.

"How did you know that Gerard was taken anyway?" I asked after chugging half of the bottle in one go. Getting drunk right now probably wasn't the best idea, but it was helping me keep calm, which was more important than being sober.

"The demons had a really good system set up for discovering what was going on in the supernatural world. A few of them were still in contact with friends who had decided to stay in Hell, and they would intercept all messages that they thought would interest us while also making sure that Lucifer wasn't closing in on our location."

"That makes sense..." I was pleasantly surprised at how organized the runaway demons were. We weren't half as well prepared, and having their knowledge on our side was a great asset.

"Yeah...Lucifer was fucking ecstatic about capturing Gerard, so we heard about it the next morning. I knew you were probably going to do something stupid to save him, so I decided to get my ass up here and help."

"You didn't have to do this Bob - don't get me wrong, I am really happy that you did, but your brethren don't need to die for this. It isn't their fight."

"I didn't really ask anyone to come with me - I just told them where I was going and why, but Gerard was pretty well loved among the younger demons, and they all wanted to pitch in and help. When we received word that Heaven and Hell were basically going to battle it out in a few days, everyone decided to join me, and we got here as fast as we could." Bob shrugged like it was no big deal, even though it really was.

"Oh yeah...that is our fault. We didn't really know how else to save Gerard except pitting Heaven and Hell against each other so we could draw Lucifer out; the guys convinced me that breaking into Hell would only lead to all of our death - it took me awhile to actually listen to them though. Instead, we sent fake missives to each side, and it worked surprisingly well."

"Dude - that's fucking genius! I had a feeling it had something to do with you, I can't leave for a few days without you stirring up trouble."

"Oh shut up - it was more than a few days." He was right though, my life seemed to be filled with one traumatic event after the next, and I wasn't sure when I was going to get a break.

"Yeah yeah, I know. Don't worry, I was already getting bored, and I probably would have headed back soon either way." Bob clasped me on the shoulder as he spoke.

"I don't even know what to say besides thank you," I mumbled quietly.

This unexpected help might just tip the scales and allow us to rescue Gerard without too many causalities. Our original plan relied heavily on the scant hundred angels that Brendon had brought with him being able to hold back two highly volatile armies while somehow managing to free Gerard, and when I thought about it logically, without an excess of emotion clouding my judgement, it seemed doomed to fail from the start. Now that we had Bob's help, it became a much more realistic goal.

"Don't thank me Frank - Gerard is my friend. I have already saved his ass twice, and the third times the charm. Plus, you would probably fuck it up without me," he chuckled to himself.

"Don't underestimate me when I'm pissed off..." I jokingly threatened.

"Nah man, I know you would fight Lucifer himself for Gerard, I'm just happy you didn't go tearing off before I could help. Speaking of which, you need to walk me through this plan again so I am not completely clueless here."

So I explained in great detail how we were hoping to save Gerard while Bob listened intently, showing him the maps we had procured and where we thought each side would probably set up. He agreed that it was the best thing to do given how little time we had, and besides a few minute changes, he was on board wholeheartedly.

"So that's it...we are leaving in two days to make sure we are the first ones to Black Rock Desert so no one can try anything sneaky without us knowing."

"We will be ready. I am going to go tell the guys so they know what to expect. Some of them were kinda excited for an all-out battle, but I will make sure they don't get out of hand. I'm the oldest demon who left, so they all look up to me for some stupid reason. It's fucking weird..." Bob rolled his eyes, and I couldn't help but snort at his aversion to leadership. He was obviously meant to be in a position like this, no matter how uncomfortable it made him.

"Bye!" Brendon called out from the next room. I had forgotten he was even here, but by the state of his mussed up hair, I assumed Ryan had distracted him from our conversation for a while.

"I'll be back soon. Don't drink all my demon brew fuckers," Bob yelled before exiting the house and heading down toward the growing line of tents the demons were setting up.

"No promises!" Brendon shouted after him before Ryan pulled him back down out of sight.

"No fucking on the sofa!" Both of their heads popped up over the back of the couch, and I couldn't stop laughing at how guilty they looked.

"We weren't," Ryan protested, but the way his cheeks were flushed bright red said otherwise.

"Well you were getting there," I retorted flippantly.

At first, it had hurt to watch Brendon and Ryan together - not actually fucking - there was no way in hell I would want to see that, but being present when they were around had reminded me so much of Gerard and I, that I had to physically leave the room. Now I was trying to get over myself: they were happy, and in love, and just because I didn't have Gerard with me didn't mean that they should have to act differently when I was around.

"Well everyone else is upstairs, so we can't go there," Brendon huffed in irritation, even though he obviously didn't care about that last night, judging by the noises coming from his room.

"Then keep it in your pants," I shook my head at them fondly.

"You are no fun Frankie," Brendon whined loudly, and I threw up my hands in exasperation.

"I just want to get drunk without having to watch live action porn...is that too much to ask?"

"Fine - we will stop," Brendon pouted, but when I handed him another cup of demon brew, a smile broke across his face again.

We spent the rest of the afternoon getting absolutely wasted, and it was exactly what I needed to take my mind of Gerard. I was actually able to relax and laugh for a little while, and even though I knew when I woke up tomorrow, everything would come crashing back down on me - just for tonight, I was okay.

That small period of relief from the hurt, and the worry, and the pain was essential to my well-being; because if I sat around crying any longer, I was going to be a wreck when it came time to rescue Gerard. So I tried my hardest to pretend that nothing was wrong, and just enjoyed a night of drinking with my closest friends.

I finally managed to get an update in on all of my main stories, and I feel so much better now.

I hate when I start a chapter and I can't finish it because I get busy, I think it affects my writing, so if this chapter is a little bit choppy and not as good as my usual stuff, that's why.

Btw I know a few of you read Pyre, and I have updated that as well, but Wattpad didn't notify anyone because it got set on private.

Anyway, this chapter is dedicated to GDB123. I am so happy you started reading this story and all of your comments and votes made my day and inspired me to update it more. I hope you enjoyed this update :)

I am super tired so I am gonna go take a nap now lol.

((((sleepy vibes))))

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