Geno- *an angel* *falls down* o sh- 

Reaper- *demon* owo wtf-

Jkjk--

Is this some kind of weird art or something?

Reaper tilted his head, trying to get a better look at it. What was this anyways? Some stupid excuse for artist block or something? He approached it.

In front of the demon was a shabby excuse of a cross, two large pieces of deformed driftwood nailed together at an odd angle.
You usually don't find a lot of crosses in Hell of all places except for those random churches around town. He never understood why demons, of all creatures, still went to church. It's not like they can escape this hell hole if they tried.
He went back to studying the driftwood for a few more moments. 

Oh, did he forget to mention the person nailed to the cross?

Whoops.

From what he could tell, the skeleton nailed to it was an angel of some sort. The two wings on their back looked to be painfully stitched on, the bone marrow coming from the bones still fresh and trickling down. A mock halo hung over their head chipped and over broken; flickering as if it were a dying light bulb. What drew his attention the most was the state the skeleton was in, the sorry-excuse for clothing barely covering the obvious cracks and scars all over the body.

To Reaper's surprise, the body was still alive too. 

Their remaining eye-socket (the other was in such a horrific condition that it took the demon some time to not feel sick) was blankly staring straight ahead, flickering in time with their halo. Reaper would have sworn the angel was dead if it weren't for the fact that their chest was moving ever so slightly in a slow, rhythmic beat.

Well, there were only a few options left for the demon:
- End its misery
- Hang this piece of artwork up on his wall
- Contact the labs and let them have their sh*ts and giggles over a live subject
- Turn it over to someone else
- Leave it alone and move on with the day

He shocked himself when he decided on the unspoken option he had and crouched down over the angel's skull. With a soft and soothing voice, he mumbled to them.
"Stay still."

~~~

It took about three hours to carefully unpin the 'angel' from its cross. Once he was finished, he wasted no time, tucking an arm under them and picking up their fragile frame, running back to his house. Of course, he for a few side glances from other people on the streets but luckily Reaper didn't run into any real trouble.

It only took a minute to get his keys out to open his front door before they were inside his house. Setting them on his couch, he went back and locked his door. "I wasn't expecting any guests today so please bare with my mess."

One would argue that Reaper's house was spotless, but no one would convince the demon it was completely clean. After all, the previous owner was savagely slaughtered right there in the middle of the living room. It took him a week to finally get the blood out of the carpet but the image still linger in his head and he tried his best to rid of the uneasiness.  

After setting a container in the microwave to heat up, he walked over to the couch and leaned on the back of it, peering down at his guest. They were lying still, outstretched on the cushions and their gaze fixed on the ceiling as they breathed silently. Reaper took in their appearance before walking back to the kitchen to sift through his medical cabinet for anything useful.

Gathering all of the materials, he walked back to the living room and set them all near the couch, sitting down in front of it and looking back over to the angel. This time, they were staring right back at him. He managed a smile. "Heya."

No response. Reaper knew he wouldn't get one.

He leaned closer and gently slipped his hand under the other's forearm, picking it up and beginning to treat the holes in his hands from the nails. Why do people crucify other people anyways? He never fully understood that.

After he was finished with that, he moved to the rest of arm.

~~~

By the time he finished bandaging up the skeleton, the food in the microwave had already went cold again. Reaper sighed and placed it back in to reheat it before going back over to the couch and sitting down. At the other end was the angel, quietly sitting down and staring at the floor. Reaper tapped his fingers together. "So. What's your name?"

Nothing.

"Hm. I didn't know silence was a name."

The angel looked over at Reaper, blinking.

"Are you sure-" Reaper paused, letting silence fill the space between them. " -is your name? I mean, I don't know anyone with that name but you're not from here, so-"

He stopped when he heard soft chuckling. The angel's wings, although they didn't seem like wings and more close to mangled pieces of flesh and feathers, fluttered a little out of amusement. "Geno." He said quietly, grinning a little.

"Pardon?"

"Geno." the angel repeated.

Reaper was surprised over the fact that he was actually talking with him. He had to admit though: Making him laugh was a nice accomplishment. "So is silence your nickname or...?"

Another chuckle. "No, it isn't."

"That's a relief. The name's Reaper, by the way." The demon grinned. "Despite what the name implies, I'm not actually a reaper or anything. Just your everyday demon."

Geno touched a hand to his throat. It was probably difficult for him to speak. "Despite what my name implies, I highly dislike Genocide."

Reaper blinked. "Shut the front door- Your parents named you Genocide? And here I thought demons were pretty morbid."

The angel frowned at the choice of words, looking down for a moment. He then spoke up. "Angels... They aren't as great as everyone thinks they are." He wrapped his arms around himself.

Reaper was about to ask what he meant before the familiar DING! of the microwave interrupted him. He got up from his spot on the couch and strolled over to it, opening its door and allowing the delicious aroma of food fill the air. Separating the meal on two plates, he walked back over to the couch and handed Geno one of the plates and a fork. "Here, go ahead and eat."

Staring at the food for a few more moments, Geno looked up at Reaper and smiled. "Thank you."

((POSSIBLE PART 2 ?????))