A/N: I have decided to post the first chapter of my fic here because i feel like i haven't posted enough and that makes me sad you know.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/77076211
Anthony had only been in hell for a few weeks, and he was still a bit confused as to what was going on. He strolled through the dirty streets, paying little attention to the carnage and gore happening all around him. His head was killing from a hangover, and he could hardly think straight. This was clear as for whatever insane reason, he decided it was a good idea to go on a walk when he was still recovering from last night. Anthony didn’t particularly know where he was or where he was going, but that didn’t really matter to him at the moment, he was content with just walking, and walking and walking. That was a lie, Anthony was beginning to get bored.
As he continued to wander the streets of hell aimlessly he heard groaning in an alleyway, and like the idiot he was, Anthony decided to check it out. You can’t blame him, sometimes curiosity, boredom and his sheer nosiness got the better of him, a lethal mix that has led him into potentially dangerous situations more times than he could count
As he slowly walked deeper into the alley he noticed a woman? A female demon? Anthony wasn’t exactly sure about the terminology used to describe sinners. The woman was a deep blue, like some of the other fish-like demons he’d seen around, however she had black tiger stripes all over. As he approached the woman he noticed pearly scales on her face and the backs of her hand, most of her body was covered by the soaking wet clothes she wore.
The woman opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings, and began muttering in a language Angel didn't understand.
“Hey sweetheart, you alright there?” Anthony asked out of the kindness of his dead, un-beating heart, placing a hand on her shoulder.
The dame looked up, finally taking notice of Anthony, and proceeded to give him the most evil, dirtiest look she could muster, slapping his hand off of her shoulder.
“Ugh, don’t touch me, disgusting freak!” She exclaimed, voice tinged with a strong accent, as she tried to wipe off “the filth” from her shoulder where Anthony had touched her.
Well that was the last time he would offer to help a demon in hell, clearly everyone down here was a bitch and didn’t know when to appreciate support. After returning her dirt, he swiftly left the alley way, never looking back at the annoying woman on the ground. He hoped he’d never have to see her again.
