Shatter's Angels - One

Jasper sighed as he knocked on the door to the study. It was a room his guard often used when he wanted to be alone, and the last time the lord of Death had checked, that was where his guard had been.
"Jackal," he said, "it's time to make our rounds." There was no answer beyond the door, but Jasper supposed that was no surprise. The study was enormous, so it was possible that Jackal hadn't heard him. He slowly opened the door and poked his head in. His shaggy, snow white hair hung in his face as he pushed his bangs back to scan the study for the young angel.
"Jackal?" he called, "Jackal, are you going to answer me or not?" Someone chuckled behind him, followed by the familiar accented voice of his mischievous guard.
"Yo. You realize Jackal ain't in there, right?" Jasper turned to find Jackal grinning at him, his wings folded neatly against his back. Jasper shook his head.
"Jack, do I need to lock every door in the palace except this one and your bedroom?" he grumbled, noticing the open passageway behind Jackal, which was likely where the guard had appeared from. Jackal's grin widened, like a trouble-making feline up to no good.
"Nah, just give me free reign over the universe," the guard teased. His grin vanished abruptly as his eyes darkened, and he seemed like a different person entirely. "And all will be my slaves," he growled suddenly, but as quickly as it had gone, his grin returned, and his personality had brightened once more. Jasper blinked, confused.
"Are you aware you do that?" he asked. Jackal cocked his head to the side like a curious puppy.
"Do what?" Jasper shook his head.
"Nevermind," He still had to get used to Jackal's bipolar behavior. Every moment with his young guard continued to baffle him. Jackal chuckled and clapped a hand on Jasper's shoulder.
"Well, it's time to begin our rounds, right?" he laughed, "So let's go!" Jasper sighed.
"I may never get used to you," he muttered. Jackal just grinned and ran off down the hall, leaving Jasper to his thoughts. However, no sooner had Jackal rounded the corner when a solid, wooden staff caught him squarely in the chest.
"Ow..." he grumbled, "Rose! Cut it out!"
"You live in Shatter, you obey the rules of Shatter," the demon woman, Rose, told him, "Didn't Jasper tell you that, Jack?"
"Must've slipped my mind," Jackal giggled.
"Your mind seems to be very slippery lately," Rose growled. Jackal just grinned.
"Doesn't it, though?" he teased, still giggling like a drunken man.
"Stop that," Rose snapped.
"Stop what?" Jackal kept giggling, fully enjoying himself. At least, he was until Rose smacked him hard across the face, one of her claws slicing along his cheek. Instantly, Jackal's attitude shifted. He stopped grinning, and his eyes darkened as he drew the sword that was strapped to his back.
"Two-faced dark-dealing viper!" he snarled. Rose lifted her staff, ready to fight Death's personal guard, but Jackal never struck a blow. A silver whip sliced across his back, right between his wings. Immediately, Jackal fell to his knees, shaking, as Jasper walked towards them, rolling up the whip with his ragged black cloak billowing out behind him.
"Calm yourself, Jackal," he remarked calmly once he'd reached them, and he put a hand gently on top of Jackal's head. The young guard stared up at him, before he turned his attention to his bleeding cheek.
"She scratched me!" he whined, "Jasper! Rose scratched my beautiful face!"
"Oh, trust me, Jack," Rose quipped, "that face is far from beautiful."
"Not after what you did to it, you monster!" Jackal grumbled. Jasper sighed and gently ruffled Jackal's shaggy black hair, kneeling beside him.
"Your face is fine, Jackal..." he told him, "In fact..." He pulled out a rag from his pocket and dabbed at Jackal's bleeding cheek. "There, much better." Rose glared at the two.
"Lord Jasper, why must you always give him special attention?" she asked.
"I have my reasons, Rose," Jasper answered simply, not even looking at her. Jackal, on the other hand, looked straight at Rose and stuck his tongue out at her. Rose glared fiercely at him.
"Keep your tongue in your mouth, Jack, or I promise you, I will bite it off," she snarled. Instantly, Jackal's tongue disappeared behind his lips.
"That's nasty," he mumbled. Rose shook her head, and though it seemed she may try to strike another blow against the black-winged angel, she did nothing except to turn and leave, her staff resting against her shoulder. Jasper stood up and quietly watched her go, before turning to Jackal as the guard got to his feet.
"Must you always pick fights with her?" he sighed. Jackal shrugged.
"Ain't my fault," he replied, "She picks 'em." Jasper ran a hand through Jackal's hair for a moment,  before he noticed the young angel's mismatched gold and green eyes watching him, and he pulled his hand back, his thin fingers curling reflexively. Jackal stared at him, confused, before he shook his head.
"Come on," he said, sheathing his sword on his back once more, "Let's make our rounds. There may be some new Fallen today." With that, he turned and walked down the hall, quiet. He was still a bit confused by why Jasper had stroked his hair like that, but he supposed it didn't matter. Jasper followed after him, his long strides making his cloak seem to flow. It wasn't long before he was right beside his guard, keeping an even pace with him.
"Anything you're expecting today, Jasper?" the guard asked, glancing sideways at him. Jasper shook his head.
"You're the only one who doesn't use my title when you address me," he remarked.
"That ain't an answer to my question," Jackal shook his head and suddenly yanked a feather from Jasper's wing, making him flinch. Jasper's feathers were so black they were almost blue, which seemed to be why Jackal liked them, but if the young guard kept plucking the lord of Death's feathers like he did, Jasper was sure he'd be featherless before the year was out.
"Jackal Abraham Draik, that's the last feather you'll get, so don't go burning it," he grumbled, gently rubbing the spot the feather had been plucked from. Jackal looked up, a dark green lighter in hand. He knew, though he'd only been Death's guard for less than a year, that Jasper only used his full name on rare occasions. Slowly, he put the lighter back in his pocket, his gaze never straying from Jasper's face. Jasper nodded, smiling.
"Thank you,"