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Boredom was like beavers. Angus was a tree and boredom was chewing him, tearing him into manageable chunks to build a home out of. Boredom had a family to raise, after all.

Okay, Angus had lost it. He was just so bored. Boredom was all encompassing, blanketing all other emotions. There was nothing to do be sit and be bored, bored, bored! He wasn't even supposed to be the one suffering here. Sighing, he looked down at the tortured soul. Glazed, hollow eyes stared back at him.

"This ain't fun for me either, pal." Angus assured the soul, although he expected that it didn't care.

It was rather busy shoving its entrails back into its body where they belonged, as if that somehow mattered. It was dead. "I'm bored! Do something interesting!" He demanded imperiously and the soul didn't even blink.

Ugh. When he traded his own soul for the chance to spend all eternity relishing his favourite pass time, he expected better than - hey, what was that?

Something tingled behind his belly button, oddly warm. Eyebrows furrowed, Angus poked his tummy. Nothing happened. Slumping in disappointment, he poked it again, just to be sure. Heat spread slowly, spiraling through his body. "S'a bit weird," he mused, prodding his belly harder.

He had somewhere to be. That couldn't be right - he was fairly certain he was going to be getting well acquainted with this lost soul's guts for the next century or so - yet he felt it with such certainty. Angus needed to be there. Where was there?

A coffee shop. A relaxed atmosphere, with warm browns accented by the green of plant life, strange compared to the rich reds he was used to. It wasn't busy; there was only one customer milling about waiting for her order and a mere handful of people scattered around the store's tables. Angus needed to watch the soul, needed to make sure it suffered in agony for the rest of its death, yet he needed to be here, too.

Spirit.! bored Angus has been unleashed upon the world

"Are you bleeding?" Angus wondered, staring across the counter at the person attending.

Maybe the room was just supposed to smell like copper. "Did - did you summon me?"

That couldn't be right. He was a newly appointed demon. Time passed differently on different planes of existence, of course, but he was fairly certain only a few years had passed on Earth at the most. Surely, his absence went unnoticed. Besides, Angus wasn't famous. Who would know his name? Who would summon him? "You're 'pposed to use a circle, y'know. Stop me, like, causing havoc or whate'er. So, who we killing?" He tilted his head, unsure if this person really was his summoner, but excited all the same.

Perhaps it was an incomplete ritual. Maybe it was all down to chance when no name was given and for whatever reason, Angus was lucky enough to set foot on Earth again.

OH NO HE'S CUTE super cute,, i don't have any complete drawings of Angus bc i ragequit when i draw so imma just describe him

also idea: Felix summoned Angus when he wrote a customer's name on a takeaway cup and accidentally smeared blood across it bc of a paper cut,,,,,,

Deflating, Angus pouted, his bottom lip wobbling as if he was going to cry. "But I'm bored! You smell like blood, so you're my summer, yeah? C'mon, let's kill someone. It'll be fun! If ya squeamish or whate'er, I can just take over. I'll give your body back. Probably." He tried, refusing to accept that no demon summoning had occurred whatsoever.

This guy - Felix, claimed the nametag - had summoned him. Demon summoning didn't just spontaneously happen! And since Felix had summoned a demon, he must have wanted something. Murder was the common motive. Angus was fairly certain murder was the most common, anyway. Maybe Felix wanted to swap his soul for something? That could be fun too, but he would rather stay on Earth. "I mean, you can sell me your soul if you want? Gotta warn ya pal, I'm new. No exactly sure what I'm doin wi' the whole soul business. But killing folk is definitely something I can do!" Angus grinned, showing off his sharp teeth, and leaned forward.

Please be murder. Please be murder. Please, please, please be murder!

ty!! he's tiny cheerful killer,,,, im imagining he's mostly incorporeal? like he gotta really focus to touch things n that's why he wanna possess Felix

Wow. Scowling, Angus drew back, crossing his arms. "Listen, pal, I so did not sell my soul to be called pretend. Get fucked by a cactus, buddy." He snapped, eyes narrowing into two irritated slits.

To his disappointment, Felix was lucky; while the coffee shop had plenty of plants Angus thought might be fake, none of them even resembled a spiky cactus. Revenge could wait, he supposed. Apparently, it was best served cold. Typically, he was too impatient to find out whether it was true, but for now his hands were tied. "When's your shift end, then? Who we bumpin off? Ohhhh, are we using knives? I like knives! Silver wans are pure brill. I know, I know, seems like fancy folk pish, but it's pure brilliant now cause silver burns. It's the best, Feli. I can call ya Feli, right, pal? Nicknames gotta end in and 'ay' sound. S'just the rules, innit." He rambled, getting excited at the prospect of finally getting his hands dirty.

Playing with tortured souls was okay, but he missed the part where his victims actually died.

i need sleep,,,,,,,, it's nearly half 2am,,,,,,,

At that, Angus perked up, the last remnants of his annoyance slipping away. "I'm always down for cute boys calling me sir," he called after Felix, blue eyes alight with excitement.

It might be difficult. This summoning wasn't a particularly effective one, leaving Angus with barely any power to affect the human world at all. "We're gonna need a lot of blood, but. And cake," he added, "cause I ain't really corporeal right now."

He bounced with excitement at the thought of finally finding out if blood really could replace egg in a cake batter, something he didn't manage to try before his death. His summoning ritual was officially the coolest. He was the coolest. "Soooo, where we off to? Who we killing? Are they cute? I love watching cute people die!" enthused Angus, following Felix like an excited puppy.

An excited, floating puppy with a thirst for bloodshed.

i have slept and now im ready for Angus to be,,,,,, Like That

Excitement fizzling out at the lack of response, Angus frowned again, concerned that his summoner wasn't actually going to go through with a better, more effective summoning ritual. How was he supposed to poke his brother in the eye like this? "Where even are we? How far's London? I have a smug so and so to poke in the eye, like, and that's no a long distance thing." He paused, allowing Felix precious moments of silence before starting his incessant chattering again. "Who we killing, again? Hey, are you texting someone? Tweeting about how cool it is that there's a hot demon in your bedroom? That's cute. You're like, so cute I could just eat your soul."

Wiggling enthusiastically at the prospect, Angus circled behind Felix, hoping to get a glimpse at his phone's screen.

Angus' idea of flirting: i bet killing you would be fantastic

That was a disappointment. However, Alasdair probably wasn't going anywhere. How could he, having dedicated his life to the hospital? Besides, Angus was rather preoccupied with his summoner. His cute summoner.

Felix was close, but no cigar. Angus needed blood. As much as his summoner was willing to spare and, hopefully, the lifeblood of an innocent. "You have cake made with blood?" He asked, because it would be so neat to meet someone that shared his passion for baking. "Awright, cool. Name's Angus. If ya wanna be dead official, ya can spell it O-e-n-g-u-s but nobody bothers. Dedicate the cake to me. Eat some. Burn some. Easy!"

Rather than going on to talk about the coolness of his official summoning ritual, he fell silent, watching Felix change. That was a lot of piercings. Angus could get behind that. "Your dick pierced too?" He grinned, "Oh! What about your tongue? Tongue piercings are best!"

He stuck his own tongue out, waggling it to show off the rainbow stud.

Angus: take me out
Felix: in a date way or a job way?
Angus, swooning: b o t h

Oh. Oh no. "I'm in love," Angus whispered softly, looking only briefly at Felix's face.

He swooped forward, his hands passing through the jacket, searching for blades. "Bring the knives back out!" He whined, pawing at Felix's chest pathetically.

Logically, Angus knew carrying knives in public was rather illegal, but he didn't care. He wanted to see Felix holding them with a confident, secure grip. "I'll show you what I can do with my tongue," he offered, "Just show me the knives, Felix."

That was a good bargain, if he did say so himself. Alasdair wouldn't have thrived in such competitive environments without a talented older brother willing to do some bribery behind the scenes.

me tooo i ship this hard already,,,

Angus beamed, shutting his eyes as he concentrated, wanting to feel sharp metal bite into his skin. "S'murder time," he reminded Felix, "Show ya later. Kill first, yeah? 'Sides, I ain't pretty. You're pretty."

As fun as this was - and it very, very fun - Angus wanted to see blood. "C'mon, where we going?" He urged, keen to watch his summoner take a life.

oh no they're both dumbass thots

The target wasn't Angus' type and he frowned, staring at the man in disappointment as if he would somehow become cuter. What kind of gym obsessed, bodybuilding maniac had muscles that huge? Why would he even want them? It wasn't like they were actually proof of strength, given the thicker, less defined shape of traditional strongmen. Angus, a tad on the chubby side, was pretty sure he would have been stronger than this guy when he was still alive. "He looks like an over inflated balloon animal," he snickered, "D'ya think he'll pop when ya stab him?"

angus do u not thing you should let felix know that no-one else can see and hear you? is that not important angus??