Mark's POV
I was standing in front of master, awaiting his orders.

He was sitting on his throne, his hands clasp together and resting just below his nose, he looked at me.

"Mark" He sternly said.

"Yes, master?"

"Is time to put the plan in action, Mark. Jesus is at his weakest state right now, so now it's the best time to start the plan."

I nod my head, lightly smirking.

"Yes, master."

"Be quick, Mark. My thread is wearing thin....."

"Yes, master..."

Jack's POV
Days has passed, weeks even. And Jesus period has grown heavier and heavier.

He was NOT calm, he would rage at the most simplest thing, which he don't normally do. He was the most calm person anyone could ever think of.

I've been hanging out with Bob and Felix these past few weeks letting Jesus calm down by himself.

And not to mention the meeting with Lucifer and Mark. Everytime they come, I will always ended up hanging out with Mark, and always coming back to the meeting with a pissed off Jesus and a smirking Lucifer.

One time when we got back from hanging out, we saw Jesus lifting up his chair at a sitting, smirking Lucifer.

I had to get the chair back down and calm him down, which might I add, took me hours every single time.

I've come to the conclusion that whatever they were discussing about, is not good.

And I've also been hanging out with Singe lately. Actually, she's been hanging out with Bob, Felix and I these days and she was hilarious too.

And Mark, holy shit Mark. Don't even get me started about that demon. In fact, I don't even wanna talk about him.

Like, seriously.

No.

And speaking of Mark, here he is, walking beside me.

Apperently, when the meeting between the two are held, we are not allowed to listen the conversations they both were having, which was quite disappointing, because I want to know what always get Jesus so triggered?

I tried to avoid myself from Mark these days and tried hanging out with Bob, Felix and Singe instead, but for some fucking reason Jesus wouldn't let me.

I want to know why is he acting the way he is now. Usually, he'd asked me to stay far away from Mark, but now, he wants me to hang out with Mark like we're best friend?

What kind of bullshit logic is this? Apperently cartoon logic. Because it makes no goddamn sense.

Sometimes, I wish I wasn't the most highly respected angel and be a normal angel, so I won't have to deal with this kind of bullshit.

But I know that it won't ever become a reality........But I wish it would.

"Hey Jack..? Jack!" Mark said, snapping out of my thoughts.

"Huh, what? Yes?" I said, turning my head towards Mark.

"You okay, dude? You been spacing out"

"Nah, I'm fine, just thinking bout stuff..."

Mark raised an eyebrow but he didn't question me which I was greatful for.

"What were you thinking about?"

Great, just as I say that I was grateful he didn't asked me.....

"Well......" I started "....You know....Sometimes.....I wanna just be a normal angel.....Away from responsibilities, bitches and frat boys...."

Mark chuckled and I looked at him, confused.

"You never cease to amuse me Jack, it's still amusing to me that such an angel with such reputation can curse without a care...."

I smiled as I shrugged. "Eh, what can I say (except your welcome) I'm Irish, I have the Irishman in me and it's pretty hard not to curse...."

Mark chuckled "I suppose it's in the genes, ain't it?"

I chuckled and nodded, looking at the road ahead of us.

It was silent between us two, but I wouldn't mind that much, after all, I get to listen to mother nature.

After a while, Mark spoke up.

"Say Jack......Have you ever had...Nightmares?"

I shrugged, not looking at him but the road ahead of us.

"I do sometimes, but they're not that serious that I ended up shouting ear raping everyone eardrums."

He chuckled a little, shaking his head.

I looked over to him, curious "why'd you ask?"

He looked to the road "oh, nothing to worry about. I was just curious, that's all" he smirked, and I suddenly felt uneasy, keeping my guard up.

I looked back to the road ahead of us "o-okay"

We walked in deathly silent after that. I had an uncomfortable feeling. I had my hand to my other arm after the conversation and Mark's aura became more and more imitating.

I bit my lip. Something is very wrong in here. Mark being here is very wrong. His aura warned me that his about to do something bad.........Real bad.

And boy, was I right.

While we were walking, Mark suddenly walked slower than me. I furrowed my eyebrows, keeping my guard up even more, my wings twitching, signalling me that I was in danger.

I quickly snapped my head back only to find Mark pinning me to the ground, a smirk on his face.

I struggled, looking up at him and growling.

"The fock, merk?!" I said, trying to struggle away.

He chuckled "sorry for the sudden move, Jack....." He paused for a while "....But masteras thread is wearing thin."

I growled, looking at him. What in the blue balls is he talking about?

He chuckled again, hearing my thoughts. "Oh? Didn't sweet xuti warned you something about you and demons?"

My eyes widen, how did-?

"Mind reading, Jack. It's a basic power of demons and angels. You should've known by now"

I furrowed my eyebrows, looking him straight in his eyes. "What do you and your 'master' want with me?" I snarled.

He smirked, his eyes flashed as he grinned, showing me his gleaming white teeth.

"Don't you see, Jack? We want nothing from you......What we want is you"

I snarled " I have nothing to offer to you guys"

He laughed, lifting my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"You have everything to offer to us."

I snarled, moving my eyeballs to the side, since he kept a firm grip on my chin.

I've calculated everything. Mark had his legs spread open to caged my legs in.

Well, that's his first mistake.

I looked at mark, smirking as he gave me a confused face.

"Whell, first mistake merk." I said, my accent getting thicker. "....Never EVER spread your legs open when pinning someone..." I said, and before he knew it, my knee went up his ding dong..........hard

He let go of me as he grunted, holding his ding dong. I got up and dusted myself off, folding my arms and looking at him, smirking.

He slowly, but surely stood up, looking at me with a low growl.

"Oh, you want to play this game, Jack? We'll play this game alright..." He said as he lunged for me, snarling, his fangs seem to sharpen.

I smirked, stepping to the side as I tripped him, and him splatting to the ground.

I smirked to myself, clapping my hands together and folding my arms, looking at him as he struggle to get up, groaning.

He looked up at me, his fangs baring as he threw a fireball at me.

My eyes widen as I dodged it, looking at him "hey! That's cheating!"

He laughed "since when has demons play fair?"

I looked at him.

Okay, two can play this game.

I cracked my neck and knuckles, looking at him "okay, Mark. Two can play that game..."

He smirked as he charged at me again which I dodged, clenching my fist as blue flames sprouted out.

He smirked, stretching his hands out, curling his fingers as he summoned two fireballs.

We stood there for a while, making vicious eye contact.

Mark charged at me first, throwing his fireballs which I dodged, quite easily, mind you.

Note to self: Mark is a terrible thrower.

While Mark was being an idiot and just standing there, I took my chance. Swiftly, I went behind him, and tackle him, using my flaming hand and punched his back, right between where his wings was attached.

He groaned as he stumbled a little, turning his head to look at me as he smirked, arching his back as a loud crack sounded.

"Not bad...." He said, back still facing me ".....Your stronger than I thought..."

I furrowed my eyebrows, looking at him "then what do you expect? The strength of a fucking feather?"

He looked at me with an eyebrow raised, chuckling.

"You know, I think you'll fit better of a role for a demon than an angel..." He chuckled to which I growled.

The day I join the demons is when I die again. And that is never.

"...And to answer your previous question....I thought your strength won't be that strong considering your body size"

I raised an eyebrow, "don't judge a book by its cover" I quoted.

He chuckled and we looked at each other, the battling continue.

He spread his wings, floating a little as he looked at me, summoning fireballs from his hands again.

I furrowed my eyebrows, what is he trying to do?

He beat his wings, floating higher and higher and he dove down, throwing a fireball at me.

My eyes widen as I dodged it, looking at him as I snarled, spreading my wings bending my knees, before jumping and shooting up.

He smirked, as his fireball died down as he summoned another ball, which was glowing black?

I stared at it, furrowing my eyebrow, what is it? I've never seen it, nor heard of it before.

I was staring at it that I didn't realized that Mark had lunged at me, pinning me down, cuffing my hands, I looked up as my eyes widen.

Shit, anti-power cuffs.

"I think your smart enough to know what these cuffs are, don't you?" Mark smirked, one hand on my arm, securing me and the other still held that black ball.

I can't kick his ding dong because his legs was on mine.

Well, shit.

Mark laughed, looking at me with a toothy grin. "Now, I'm sure your curious as to why I'm doing this....It's because one, your powerful, I could feel it when we shook hands the first time we met, and master wants you...."

I growled as I struggled, but he kept his tight grip and the chain wasn't helping at all.

He put the ball close to my forehead as he widely smirk. "Sweet dreams, Jack.."

Before I could say anything, he plunged the ball right at my forehead.

Then all I saw.....was darkness.

Mark's POV
Jack's eyes closed as he fell limb. I smirked as I undid the cuffs and lifted him, carrying him bridal style back to the meeting room.

I kicked the door, opening it with a wide smirk.

Jesus and master snapped at my direction, Jesus had a terrified look on his face, which was priceless, and master had a wide smirk.

"Good job, Mark."

"Thank you, master"

Jesus slammed both his hands on the table, standing up and glaring hatefully at me.

"Let. Him. Go"

Jack groaned as he tugged on my shirt, clutching it tightly.

I smirked, looking at Jesus.

"I'm sorry, Jesus. But he doesn't really want to let go."

(Some septiplier fluff for your soul....)

Jesus growled as be looked at master.

"What did you do to him?!"

Master shrugged, smirking.

"Just a little gift from me to him for being such a good boy..."

Jesus furrowed his eyebrow, growling at master.

"Now, now calm down. Its nothing too serious..."

Jesus put a hand to his head as he sat down, glaring at him.

I've been observing Jesus for a while and I've come to the conclusion that Jack is the only one that can calm Jesus down.

And now, without Jack to calm him down, I wonder how long Jesus can stay calm.....

This will be interesting to see.....

Jack's POV
I was running

Running away from what?

I don't fucking know! My entire surroundings is pitch black.

I've already tried calling for help, but of course, it doesn't work like that.

So I tried finding my own way out. I've been running for who knows how long and I'm not making any progress at all.

I've done all I could, I've tried calling for help, tried running out of here. I've even tried flying! But nothing works, so I gave up.

As I was walking, my surroundings suddenly rumbled, and I shook, spreading my wings so I don't fall down. I looked around, taking my surroundings.

My breathing hitched as I turned around, meeting with giant red glowing eyes.

"Jack....." The voice whispered.

My eyes widen as I did the most bravest move ever. And that's screaming like a little bitch.

I screamed and dashed off, flying like the world depends on it.

"You can't never escape me....."

I looked back, seeing the red pair of eyes becoming smaller and smaller. I sigh of relief.

I looked in front.......Only to slam my face onto something.

"Ow, fuck...." I mumbled to myself, rubbing my nose as I looked ahead of me to see.....

The meeting door?!

I looked at my surroundings, which was now heaven.

How did it happened?!

You know what, I don't give a fuck. So, hesitantly, I opened the door. And boy, I wish I didn't

Blood was everywhere, the once white room was caked with blood, white filling in the red.

I looked to the meeting table and screamed, Jesus was on the chair he was always in, his mouth agape as he body was sliced, his intestines was hanging from his stomach, and other organs too,a deep stab wound just right in the middle of his forehead and bite marks on his neck

I looked to the right side, where Mark and Lucifer always sit, replaced by Bob and Felix, dead on the table. And like Jesus, there were bite marks on their neck.

Felix had a long cut on his neck, many cuts on his hands and legs, and a long, deep cut on his back.

Bob wasn't so bad, but it will still brutal. There were several cuts on him and a stab wound on his stomach, and his glasses was cracked on the floor.

Jesus was the most brutal one out of them all. I was horrified, who did this?

"You...." Came the voice as I jumped back to see......

Mark?

I growled and clenched my fist, and I raised my eyebrow, looking at my hand and screamed.....Again..

My hands was caked with blood, then only I realized. My entire body was caked with blood.

"What happened?!" I screamed, looking at Mark.

He laughed, looking at me "why you happened, you were the one that did it, and you enjoyed it so much...."

"No! Your lying! I don't enjoy this kind of shit! I despise it!"

Mark raised an eyebrow, snapping his fingers as the background change.

We're now in the dungeon, and I am now clean, but I was holding a knife as I yelped and let it go.

I hear rattle of chains as I snapped to the direction, and my eyes widen.

There, chained to the wall, was Bob, Felix and Jesus.

My breathing hitched, as I ran to them only to feel someone pull me by my shoulder, securing me.

I growled "Merk, Let. Me. Go"

Mark smirked "I'm afraid it's not that easy, Jack......"

I snarled, struggling but failing. "What do you want with me?"

He chuckled, looking at me, his eyes flashing. "I'll only let you go if you cooperate with me"

I furrowed my eyebrow and slowly, but surely stopped struggling, glaring at him with hatered.

He smirked. "Good boy, now I'll let you go if you agree to one condition..."

"And what is the condition?"

He snapped his fingers, the knife that was on the floor appeared in my hands.

"Torture, kill them...Slowly"

I tried throwing the knife but Mark held it in my hands firmly

"NO! I WILL NOT KILL THEM!" I shouted at him, struggling.

"Aw, why the sudden change? I thought you were enjoying it so much just a few moments ago?"

I shaked my head "I don't know what I did! I just saw them like that! I didn't kill them!"

He smirked, helding his grip tighter, making me winced slightly.

He leaned in close and whispered in my ear that made my blood run cold.

"Then I'll be here to make sure you enjoy every second of it....."

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Sorry this took so long! I was being a lazy shit.

But I have a important question for you guys.......:

Do you want me to change this story into septiplier or nah?

Leave your comments below and I shall see!