Jack's P.O.V.

An almost suffocating heat blasted against my face as Mark led me into the gates of Hell. We walked down the charred black stairs.

" Don't speak unless you are spoken to." Mark whispered, squeezing my hand tightly.

I nodded, lost in Mark's captivating features. Being a devil brought so many new feelings into my body. I felt lust and power. I wanted to slam Mark onto a mattress and fuck him mercilessly. I'm not exactly sure how Mark is able to keep himself under control.

The end of the staircase approached, and what I saw will never leave my mind. Lava filled the sidewalks, racing threw the eroded cracks. Fire was strewn about the landscape. Homes were run down and tattered. It smelled like dead animals.

I gagged. This place was a nightmare. Mark acted like this shit hole was perfectly fine. I needed to get in character. I puffed out my chest and made a nasty looking sneer on my face.

Mark led me into one of the nicer houses. He pushed the door open and slammed it shut. He then turned to stomp up the stairs. Mark suddenly stopped dead in his tracks as he slammed into a huge body.

I looked up, and immediately regretted it. I felt a wave of nausea crash over me, and I was dizzy. There in the flesh and bone stood Satan himself.

He had thick black horns that curled out from his jet black hair. They resembled the horns of a ram. His skin tone was a deep red, making his yellow eyes stand out harshly. He wasn't wearing a shirt, but he had on old grey slacks. His tail was practically double the size of Mark's, and he stood at a menacing 7 feet, which is a foot taller than Mark.

" What the Hell are you doing stomping around here faggot?" Satan sneered, shoving Mark harshly.

Mark stumbled back, but then looked back into his fathers eyes with hatred boiling within.

" I'm doing a school project." Mark replied haughtily.

" Since when did you give a shit about that place?" Satan mocked, rolling his large yellow eyes.

Suddenly Satan's eyes widened.

" It's because of that faggot... Seán? Don't think rumors don't get around Mark. Don't think I don't know about the kissing, hand holding I didn't raise this fucking gay shit. Especially with an angel. AND ESPECIALLY WITH SEÁN WILLIAM MCLOUGHLIN! That fucking no good shithead!" Satan began to yell.

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as stood next to Mark. My heart felt as if it was ripped in two and stepped on.

I was snapped out of my daze when Satan landed a hard punch on Mark's face. I heard something crack and Mark cried in pain. Blood rushed down his nose as he fell to the floor.

I knelt next to Mark, examining his wound carefully. I felt anger shooting through my body.

" Mark! Please say something!" I cried, clutching his hand.

" YOU!" Satan shrieked, grabbing me by my shirt.

I cried in fear, repeatedly slapping Satan's arm. I was a short 5'8, and I was terrified. Adrenaline pushed through my veins, mixing with the terror.

" Put Seán down." A low voice growled.

I turned around and saw Mark on his feet. He wiped the blood off of his nose, flinging his hand, showering blood droplets.

" Who the Hell are you?!" Satan yelled, his spot flying in my face.

" Seán William McLoughlin." I smirked.

Satan let out a cry of anger, throwing me onto the floor. I felt my back crack, and I winced. I stood up weakly, and felt my blood boil when I saw this.

Satan was beating Mark harshly. A kick to his hip, a punch to his neck, wherever. I saw the love of my life getting beaten mercilessly.

I let out a loud cry of anger, and was then blinded by a bright white light. When the light disappeared, I looked down. I had my wings and halo back. I was floating about 3 inches in the air. I was in what appeared to be a white toga, and I was clutching a white spear with a golden arrowhead at the end. I looked up at Satan, my blood boiling. I felt a green fire light up in the side of my eye. When the fire ignited, a surge of green light surrounded me and went to my finger tips. I was basically holding a green magic fireball in my hand.

When I saw Satan's eyes widen, I smiled darkly.

" Drop Mark, now." I growled.

Satan threw Mark on the ground harshly. I heard Mark let out a pathetic wail as his limp body hit the floor. Satan turned to me, trident in hand.

" You're weak." he hissed, sliding over to me.

I stood my ground, aiming my spear at Satan's face.

" Leave now. We will get what we need and leave." I growled.

" I know what you bastards are here for. You'll never be able to complete your dumbass prophecy! You're weak 18 year olds. You can't do a thing. Stop trying to make you're dream world happen." Satan hissed, now inches from my face.

I let out a loud yell as I flung a green fireball at Satan's face. As another fireball formed in my hand, the other fireball had begun to burn some of Satan's face. It appeared to be an acid fireball. I really couldn't care less about what it was, as long as it did damage.

Satan let out a cry of pain, trying to claw off the acid. I threw fireball after fireball at Satan. Satan kept stumbling back from me, his skin peeling away.

Finally, Satan fell to the ground unconscious, the acid still burning.

" MARK!" I cried, the spear in my hand disappearing.

I raced over to Mark and kneeled in front of him. Blood and bruises were scattered all over his body, as if Mark was a blank canvas, and blood and bruises were the paint. I leaned down and placed a soft kiss to his lips. I pulled away, looking into Mark's pained brown eyes.

" What the Hell did y-?" Mark was interrupted by his own cough, " Did you just do?"

" I-I don't know." I whispered, looking down and seeing myself still glowing a vibrant green, " But regardless of what I did, we have to find the book before you're father comes back to the real world."

Mark placed his cut index finger underneath my chin, and pulled me down onto a kiss. I melted into Mark's touch, loving the feeling of his soft lips against my own. I was alarmed when I felt the green energy connect Mark and I together through our lips. The energy danced over Mark's wounds, healing them. I pulled away in shock, looking down at what the energy was doing to Mark.

" Jack? What did you do to me?!" Mark exclaimed, looking at his healed wounds.

I felt the energy leave my body as I returned into my normal clothing. I panted heavily, feeling like a weight was lifted off my shoulders.

Mark stood up shakily, pulling up with him. I stretched my wings, feeling the satisfying cracking they did.

" Lets go find the book." Mark said, dragging me off to the basement.

I'm gonna end this here! I was planning something drastically different, but I like this better.

So what do you think of Jack's newfound abilities? Yay or nay? Tell me in the comments! Peace out! Word Count: 1259

~ Dusty