Victoria Goerk - The cold warmth

Braylon F0E0 Bloom- Bonus Track by The Paper kites

JaylonF0E0 Keep it Gold by Surfaces

Marcellus F0E0 Walking On A Dream by Empire of Sun

Adan F0E0 Sunset Lover by Petit Biscuit

Nathan F0E0 Everytime Tha Beat Drop by Monica (feat. Dem Franchize Boyz)

Cameron F0E0 Water Fountain by Alec Benjamin

Mykel F0E0 Teen Romance by Fatboibari & ilyTOMMY

“The grim reapers have been sending complains for months.”

Adan hummed in response. He was seated behind his ebony desk while listening to Marcellus, who was informing them of the current situation.

Braylon was lying on the dark grey couch that was situated in the corner of Adan’s office. He was absentmindedly playing with a flower that he brought from his shop on the surface. The flower should be wilting down in the underworld, but it remains fresh and vibrant with its shades of purple as long as it stays in his hands.

“So they want Braylon to deal with it?”

The head of the demon world spoke up while raising an eyebrow at the messenger who was seated at the other end of his desk. Marcellus just nodded, but had to hold back his smile that tried to make its way on his face.

“Yes. Aziel said that it was too much of a waste of their time. They’re already really busy with collecting normal souls. It seems that a stubborn soul which needs some time of coaxing isn’t really their cup of tea.”

“That’s true, but it’s not one of Braylon’s tasks…”

Adan’s words got cut off when a flower flew across the room. It hit him square in the face before instantly wilting and soon turning into nothing but dust.

“I want to!”

The one guilty of throwing the flower interrupted. He jumped up from his spot, only to approach the desk and plop himself down on Marcellus’ lap. The taller messenger snaked his arms around the florist’s small waist and rested his chin on Braylon’s shoulder. The both of them were smiling with fake innocence.

Adan couldn’t do anything but sigh at the sight in front of him.

“You,” The eldest of the three pointed his finger at Marcellus, who was his younger brother, “you talked him into this.”

“No he didn’t. It’s my own decision.”

Braylon swatted Adan’s hand away impatiently and making the other gasp dramatically-

“Braylon! You cannot treat your boss like this!”

“I’ve been treating you like this for years now!”

“Ah, I’m glad you’re aware of that.”

Marcellus cleared his throat.

“Anyways, the said spirit or ghost if you will, is at an old apartment just five minutes away from Braylon’s shop. There are still people living there, but they are constantly complaining about the noise that is coming from apartment 307.”

“Come on Adan!”

Braylon slammed his hands on the dark desk while leaning forward when Adan moved away and spun his chair to turn sideways from them with his hands neatly clasped in his lap.

“You don’t know how spirits can become when they are too long on the surface. It’s been eight months! He could lose control any second and you won’t be able to handle him!”

“I promise I’ll be out of there if he starts showing any signs of losing it.”

“And I’ll visit the apartment every week.” Marcellus added, earning a glare from Adan that was soon followed by another sigh.

“I need you to do your own duties… that goes for the both of you.”

“We are doing them!” The two younger ones answered in unison.

“Stop that, you do not gang up on me. I’ll send some other demon to take care of the spirit.” Said Adan firmly.

“But!” Braylon crawled to sit on the desk, leaving Adan to stare in disbelieve at his scattered notes.

“He’s just a kid! He needs talking and understanding! You said it yourself, it’s been eight months but still nothing happened and he still has control over himself. I know I can do it, please, please.”

Marcellus hummed in agreement. “He is something special Adan. Most spirits loose themselves after only six months, but this kid is still going.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“You’re just mean! Let me do this job! Just this one time.”

Braylon was ready to throw a tantrum but he reluctantly scooted away when Adan stood up to his full height. They stared at each other for a few moments until the eldest gave in with a loud sigh.

“If I see you neglect any family-“

“I won’t! They’ll get my flowers, I promise.”

Braylon’s face lit up, he was smiling so wide that his gums peeked out as he moved closer to the taller.

“And if anything- anythinghappens to you,” The demon leans down to plant his palms on the desk, caging the younger in his arms, “I will go up there myself and the spirit will regret hurting you for centuries.”

“Awwww! You’re so scary!”

Braylon and Marcellus take turns in making cooing noises, teasing the older and reaching over to poke the demon’s stoic face until he shook them off.

“Shut up, I’m being serious here… and you,” He pointed at Marcellus again, “If you don’t report back to me in two days after you visit- “

“Understood! You can stop right there, I don’t want to hear what you’ll do to your own little brother.”

The demon messenger clapped his hands over his ears and closed his eyes as if trying to get rid of any horrific images in his mind. Adan sighed for the ninth time of the day, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. Braylon smiled widely and reached up to pull the hand away, stretching himself upwards to give Adan a small peck on his nose.

“Don’t worry, I’ll guide the spirit safely to the afterlife before you even know it.”

“That is not what I’m worried- “

“Okay, let’s go Marcellus! To my new home!”

Braylon shouted, standing on the desk to jump on Marcellus’ back and in a flash of smoke they were gone. Adan cringed at his ebony desk that was once beautifully polished and now stained with the footprints of a certain half demon.

He slowly sat back down, eyes landing on a framed picture he keeps face down besides other pictures of him and Braylon. The head demon picked it up and brought it closer to see the same old picture that has been here for as long as he knows.

Sunset A field of pale yellow flowers glowing brightly. A figure sitting right in the middle, turning around to smile over his shoulder. So widely it makes his eyes turn into little crescent shapes.

Adan stared at it for a few seconds longer before flipping it down on the desk again, mumbling quietly to himself.

“… It’s been too long.”

“Marcellus! Stop! Someone is calling you!”

Braylon squirmed in the arms of the taller, trying to dodge the pouty expression directed at him.

“But you won’t let me go and see the ghost with you!”

“That’s because someone is calling you for the third time in the last ten minutes now.”

Braylon was starting to get annoyed by the beeping noise from Marcellus’ watch that has rang since they arrived at the florist’s home. The demon had offered to help Braylon pack his stuff from the small and cozy apartment right above the shop. They had bickered their way through it, Braylon protested because he didn’t have that much stuff and in the end it was only three bags.

Once they finished, the florist tried to say goodbye and urged the other to go do his job but Marcellus was persistent. He wanted to walk Braylon to his new apartment. So they end up tangled up in each other, one trying to escape and one holding on as tight as ever.