At the Gates of Hel I Wait

Chapter 1: Death's claim.

''dialog or speach''

''thoughts''

Memories

At the gates of Hel I wait.

For the day you sought me

Ready for what in the other side awaits

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''My, my, look who we have here! Starky!'' said someone at his back. A young Tony cursed under his breath and turned around, knowing exactly who he was to find.

''Don't call me that!'' he hissed at a tall and very attractive young man, who just smirked in response. He had lightly tanned skin, inky black hair and pale green eyes. The young man was wearing an expensive black three piece suit with a white shirt and had his somewhat long black hair -it reached just beneath his ears- combed back neatly.

''Sorry Anthony, but it was you who began with the nicknames''

''Yeah, but the one I gave you are not so bad! And it's Tony!'' He said and his companion just laughed some more and waved his hand in a dismissing manner ''Tch...you're impossible, Mischief''

The green eyed man looked at him and arched an eyebrow clearly amused ''the pot calling the kettle black''

Tony snickered at that '' Anyway...what happened to your hair? It looks good but I know that you like to have it longer''

''Well Anthony, you see this is-''

''Payback'' completed someone from their side. His voice smooth like the finest velvet. Startled, Tony and Mischief jumped a little, because neither of them sensed or heard him approaching them before.

''Damn it! I swear one of these days you will give me a heart attack if you continue to appear like that. You're like a ninja, Hell'' Their new companion -now identified as Hell- chuckled and Tony turned to look at him with the intention of rant some more, but at the sight of him all that he could do was stand there, a little shocked. He faintly could hear Mischief snicker at his side at his reaction, but for the love of God! it was a perfectly normal reaction when your friend looks like that.

''Err, your hair....This is Mischief fault right?''

''Yes'' Hell answered annoyed and passed a hand through his long hair '' and that's why I cut his!'' Tony could see the amusement dancing in his poisonous green eyes and rolled his exasperated ''you guys are so childish sometimes''

''he started! And he perfectly know that I can give as good as I get'' said Hell looking at the other green eyed man.

''but it looks cool, right? And he totally pulls it off!'' said Mischief grinning and Tony couldn't help it but agree with him. Hell really pulled it off, he was sure that if the victim of the prank was someone else, like himself for example. He would look ridiculous ''not like an ethereal creature of another world in an Armani'' Tony thought and he must have said it out laud because Mischief bursted out laughing and Hell snorted.

'' and that's the only reason why you escaped this lightly, Sváss!''Said Hell. He was a tall man, with broad shoulders and swimmer body built. He was taller and a few years older than Tony and Mischief, but not by much. He had poison green eyes framed by thick and dark eyelashes, light skin and light long mid-back silver -used to be black- hair, which was left loose and framed his face nicely. To pull it simple the man was gorgeous. He also was wearing a black three piece suit, his vest a deep burgundy color with a white shirt.