“You are not my child, not anymore” his father spoke “i don't care that you're gay, you can mess around with any devil here” his father, Lucifer, gestured to many devils around them. “But an angle?! The messenger angle in fact! How distasteful” the fire in his father's eyes were fuming, hell was hotter than it had ever been that day. “I have to banish another kid now, I already had to banish your sister now you?”
“Brother, not sister” tom spoke in a low voice, looking down. “Brother, sister! It doesn't matter! Humans made that shit up, what matters now is that you are banished from hell, from heaven and you will live the rest of your life in the mortal realm!” he picked tom up in a fit of rage, his hot fiery spit flying onto his face burning his skin “you! Will never rule hell, you will never come back to hell and you will never see my face again, you will live in the mortal realm, and whatever human friends you make, you will watch them die, slowly as you will stay alive for thousands and thousands more years” and with that, he was gone, gone from the pits of hell, he could no longer see his,now old, friends he could no longer play around as he use to. He was stuck in the mortal realm, with no friends, nowhere to go, and no messenger boy to comfort him.
The other boy, Mr messenger boy, had gotten yelled at too.
“My child, not only have you commit a horrid sin, but you have let a devil, not just any devil but Lucifer's child, you are banished from heaven, I have revoked your halo, the devil doesn't want you in hell, you will stay in the mortal realm, watching any person who falls in love with you die, slowly, goodbye” and with a snap of his fingers, his wings were ripped off and his halo was burned to ashes and he fell straight down. But there to his eyes he saw a boy, ginger hair, dark caramel like skin, round eyes filled with an amazing crimson red.
He was tom, the devil boy
And Mr messenger boy, was mat the ex messenger angle.
Tom reached out to man ‘i did this to him, this is my fault, all of this’ he held onto mats hand, squeezed it tightly and cried his sorryies to him, over and over to mat. Mat had tried to tell him that this wasn't his fault but the only word tom could hear was the words his father had said to him disappointment.
that was four years ago