They had breakfast at the local bakery. Like all non-human born, Angel had a sweet tooth—the other thing the minions of Heaven and Hell had in common. For a few precious seconds, Three pondered telling his mortal companion of human fat cells, but then devilishly decided against this. Why should he care about Angel’s future as an obese ice cream parlour maid? He remembered watching Angel’s nude body between the bed linens, and selfishly wanted for nobody else to ever lay eyes on such beauty—and the best way to accomplish this was by ruining the beauty.
They had an almost sickeningly sweet breakfast, which they devoured to the vomit-inducing tunes of Christmas song classics despite the fact that ‘the Season’ had come and gone. Humans couldn’t let go, Three thought while wolfing down a Danis
