Malakhi could only describe exsisting outside of Sugar’s life as hellfire, because it quite literally was.

Unless he was with Sugar, he was confiding in a hot, eternal pit. If Sugar had known this, she might’ve understood the lack of space between them and by proxy been more understanding of his ever-looming smoke. Yet that information hardly concerned their business so Malakhi kept it to himself.

With his never faltering grin, you’d asume Malakhi resided in heaven. Though his blackened hands and red moody eyes took away from any heavenly assumptions.

Though as he slipped away from the relm of humans and into the pit of the damned, the cool fresh air wasn’t the only thing he began to miss.