To Be Or Not To Be?

"It dosen't matter, we should get out of here." Balnazzar called.
 
Zonrir nodded and stretched, "Let's get out of here, my handsome companions."
 
He ran outside to meet them, "Why am I so out of it?!"
 
Jacen was attempting to make some sort of cigarette, which was knocked out of his hands by Balnazzar.

"Smoking is bad for the lungs." He said.

"I need to relieve some stress. Smoking a pipe does that for me." Jacen replied. The streets were empty with a few people face down on the ground hugging buildings, and a general ransacking seemed to have taken place.

"Where to..." Jacen muttered.
 
"Umm...Anywhere but here!"
 
"Let's check out an apartment." Jacen offered.

"Not unlike you're parents raising you." Balnazzar replied.

"Mention them again, I use you as a bullet shield when I take on Snow." Jacen warned. The two demons began to walk towards an apartment building.
 
"I doubt bullets will hurt Bal much." He followed them, "So Jacen, what's the plan? We change to look like humans and claim Bal as our father or something?" He was genuinely curious, "If worse comes to worse I can try to turn into a dog."
 
"Like we said, find an apartment, hide there, and now maybe get to the bottom of who is in this city." Balnazzar replied.

"And maybe Snow." Jacen added. The two walked into the apartment building, Balnazzar going to the desk and negotiating before returning with three room keys.

"Glad I have that bank account that provides easy money movement." He said.

"Sure it wasn't the flaming eyes?" Jacen asked, taking a key from him.
 
"Bal has beautiful eyes, Jacen. But let's go to our new apartments."
 
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