Hi Author here, welcome back to the story. As you can tell the other one isn't here. 
MMM!! MMF!!
Shut yer trap! Ahem. Enjoy~

I decided to walk around and get familiar with the place. I heard many offensive and disgusting converstations. This really is hell. Its..not what I expected but it's...so freaking COOL!! All the bars and all the strip clubs, porn studios, billboards. This place is so much better. There is actual color!

"Hey hot stuff~" A woman slurred to me. 
"Hm?" I looked behind me.
I noted a woman wearing a slik nightgown, so thin you could see right through it, and a pair of white pumps. 
"You look ready for a good time~" 
"No thank you. I just came from my good time~" I whispered in her ear.
She looked shocked and then smirked as she turned and walked away. It felt good to do that oddly enough. 

I took a step into the bar across the street and seen red hair. The same red hair Apollyon has even though I saw him only once. I walked over and sat next to him, staring at him.
"..."
"I know you see me."
"What the hell do you want?"
"Answers."
"For what? I can't help you with shit."
"In my 4 hours of being here, I've heard that you are the son of Satan himself."
"Yeah and? You wanna suck my dick to taste the rainbow?"
I blushed softly. What kind of metaphor..
"N-no. I want to know how I got here. All I was doing was walking to get hot pot for me and my best friend Seraphina and next thing I know, I'm falling into hell."
I suppose I said that too loud because as soon as I finished that sentence his hand shot over my mouth and he dragged me into the bathroom. 
"Shut the hell up about not belonging down here. You already reek of human." 
"This stall..is very cramped."
He blinked and looked around. After a fustrated groan he pushed me out the stall and out the bar. 
"I don't WANT to help you. I never asked and I never will."
And with that he walked back into the bar, leaving me along in the street.


APOLLYON'S POV

"Why would that dickwad invite me to drink with him and his boyfriend at that shit bar." I spoke aloud.
Being beyond pissed, I stormed out the bar and back home. Some douche bumped into me and he looked familiar.
"Grraaah watch it dickhead!!" I shouted. 
He began to say I'm sorry but then stopped. I've seen this guy before..THE ANGEL!!
"Well well..the angel. How the hell did you end up down here?" I asked.
I didn't really care it was pointless. As he began to explain, my best friend Cerberus ran up shouting. He got distracted by the angel and so was I, if I'm honest. The lighting in this place makes him look..tasty. 
"What do I care?" I spoke then walked off. 
I looked down at my pants and saw it. 
"You traitor."
Rushing home, I saw my dads limo in front of the house. Oh great..
"Hello Father."
"Son. Where is your mother?"
"Father she's been dead for 17 years."
"Oh. Oh I see. And you've-"
"I've been taking care of myself since then, yes."
"I'm uh..sorry son. I've been-"
"Busy with work. Yeah dad, I'm 27 now."
"27? Wow..wow..."
"Anything else? I have friends coming over."
"Oh. There has been a mishap in the system. We pulled down an angel because he belongs here. His name is Azreal."
Azreal..
"If you hear or see anything, please let me know. That is all." And with that he left. Wonderful talk dad after 17 years.