Chapter 47: Runs in the Family

Abel stared in horror at the corpse that laid before him, Cain's face was covered in the woman's bright red blood. He watched his brother fall to his knees beside his mother,

"C-Cain," Abel whispered, the world had stopped around them. Not a single noise could be heard but the soft bubbling of blood that continued to soak the carpet. Cain didn't seem to hear him as he went to feel her pulse.

"Cain, she's…" Abel started to say, Cain turned towards him with such rage he was nearly tossed back by it. His eyes wide, his shoulders up. He'd never seen someone so angry in his life, he took a few steps back.

"You killed her," he spat at Abel, "you killed the only person I loved,"

Abel couldn't keep his thoughts cleared as he cowered away from the man until he felt Chamuel behind him. Tears started to run down Abel's cheeks as the horror of the situation really started to fall on him.

"You murdered my mother," Cain roared, his Adinkra shone black as Cain screamed and threw a blast of darkness at his brother. Abel gasped, Chamuel stepped in front of his king. Taking the hit without question, his eyes bright white. The darkness knocked him back but he remained on his two feet, strong as a statue.

"Get out!" Cain roared, "I'll get you for this, 'Your highness'!" The doctor spat the words at Abel as if they were poison. Abel didn't answer him, the hunter scrambled to his feet and raced out of the door. Blood roared in his ear as he tore down the hallway, leaving spots of blood from his arm. He didn't wait for Chamuel or Sam as he ran down the steps and out of the apartment complex. He wasn't sure where he was running but he needed to run. He had to get away.

He'd just killed someone, someone so important to his only brother that in one false move most of his family was either gone or hated him. What did Sam think? Cham??

He pelted down the sidewalk until he couldn't run anymore, slowing to a walk. He hugged himself as he moved, silently wishing Arphaxat was around. The idea of getting high off whatever the man had was tempting. To get high, have sex and pretend the world didn't exist. At that moment he'd even take the thorny flower crown!

Abel gasped as Chamuel landed in front of him, breaking the concrete under his pink shoes. Abel felt his shoulders drop as the angel went to him, wrapping him in his arms Abel melted into the other. The pair went down to the floor as Abel clung to the man, he hated himself heavily now. Just that morning the flood of hate he received from thousands of followers really got to him. After nearly dying in a burning building he wasn't expecting to come home to such a flood of hatred. Now it collected on him more, he wasn't good enough in any way to be king.

"Cham it was a fucking accident," He practically yelled, shaking as a panic attack swamped over his vision. His mind clouded over, a deep buzzing in the back of his skull wracked his body. He felt as if he wasn't touching the ground as he clung onto the other.

"Abel, breath, I know," Chamuel murmured, wrapping his wings around the man in a form of comfort. Abel tried breathing deep but it came out ragged, his entire body screaming at him to fight or run.

"Come on," Chamuel murmured, helping Abel get to his feet. Sam raced over, huffing as he went. Groaning from the short run, looking to Abel and Cham.

"Not going to make fun of my age? Call me old man? Tell me to eat a protein bar?" He asked with a playful smile on his lips. Abel didn't say anything, he simply stared blankly at his uncle.

Chamuel glanced down at Abel, the look on the hunter's face was completely blank. He wasn't responsive as if a wire had been yanked out of his brain leaving his entire body to static. Chamuel attempted to get the man to walk, Sam helping but neither could seem to get his attention for more than a few seconds.

"I think he's in shock," Sam said, "I don't blame him," The man whispered, knowing Abel must have some harsh mental illness in his blood line between being a Winchester and related to the most batshit crazy woman he'd ever met.

"You'll hate this," Chamuel said to Abel as he leaned down and hoisted the hunter up in his arms, bridal style. Though Chamuel had done it once or twice before the hunter didn't seem to care this time. He practically melted in the angel's arms as they made their way back to the car.

"Do...you think he'll snap out of this?" Sam asked as they walked.

"Yeah, I...think he's dissociating, he's done it once or twice but this...is bad," He whispered.

"I didn't know he had that problem,"

"He's pretty good at managing it," Chamuel whispered as they got to the car. Chamuel tossed Sam the keys, sliding into the back. Still holding the hunter who seemed to have checked out of reality for the time being.

"Cham, give me your phone," Sam whispered, Chamuel didn't argue as he pulled out the device and handed it over. Sam turned on one of the playlists he knew Abel especially enjoyed before driving away from the apartment complex.

"What about Cain?" Abel asked after a short time of driving, slowly sitting up and blinking a few times. Though his gaze was still shaded over he looked more awake,

"I...don't know," Sam murmured.

Abel nodded slowly, Chamuel pulled the other back into his lap. Playing with the king's long hair, attempting to sooth him.

The drive felt longer than usual to the angel, his mind felt busy as he attempted to understand what all just happened. The woman had tripped, but Chamuel didn't see anything that could have tripped her up. Sure Abel pushed her, but his push shouldn't have been that strong. She was far enough away from the table to have missed, and the amount of gore? It was as if someone slammed her head into the side of the table. Something didn't feel right, deep in his gut he knew something sinister had happened as they pulled up to Norma's house.

Sam punched in the key code, glancing back at Abel and back to the gate.

"I can't believe you changed the gate code! I don't suck!" Sam said, attempting to cheer the other up but he didn't seem to hear. Chamuel gave Sam a grateful look at the attempt as the three pulled into the garage.

"Come on Abel," Chamuel whispered,

"I'm not a child," Abel snarled at him but followed the other out. His hands clenched empty air as if he were uncomfortable.

"Sorry, I just-- nevermind," Chamuel whispered, walking to the front door only to have Donnie practically throw it open like an excited dog.

"You guys gotta see th--" Donnies energy fell as Abel came up to him,

"Abe? Man you okay?" Donnie asked, glancing at Chamuel

"Yeah man, I just-- gotta headache," He whispered, glancing towards Chamuel and pushing past the other.

"Hey, Don," Abel said on his way to the stairs, stopping to look back at his friend.

"Yeah?" Donnie whispered, noting the dejected look on Sam's face.

"I love ya, man," He murmured,

Donnie blinked a few times at the other, a soft whimper escaped the wolf's throat, "I love you too," he whispered.

Abel gave the other a small smile before ascending the stairs quietly, moving past Robin and Danjal without a word.

"What happened?" Robin whispered to him but Abel simply waved a hand at the other before pushing into his room.

"It was an accident," Sam said as he came up behind Chamuel, the angel nodded to the older hunter, "Go be with him" Sam murmured.

Chamuel let out an anxious sigh as he made his way to the room. Everyone else gathered around Sam to hear what he had to say. Chamuel pushed into the warm room, Abel laid on the bed with his face in the pillow.

"Abel," Chamuel whispered,

"I want to sleep, Cham, I'm so tired,"

Chamuel turned the other over, pushing his hair out of his tear stained face. The angel took his friends shoes and socks off, pulling him out of the jacket and helping get him into more comfortable clothes.

"I'm sorry my body looks like shit," Abel murmured, covering his scars as Chamuel dug around a drawer for a tank the hunter could sleep in. He turned to look at Abel shocked, the other used to take off his shirt whenever he felt like it but it was something Chamuel noticed in passing that the king had stopped showing off the scars he was once so proud of.

"I love your scars," Chamuel whispered, "When I was in heaven, only the cool angels got scars,"

"I wouldn't say I'm a cool angel," Abel snorted, taking the shirt from Chamuel and tugging it on quickly.

"So a hot angel?"

Abel gave the other a smile, flopping back down on the bed. His arm had stopped bleeding, the cut wasn't very deep but the blood from his arm stained on his skin. Chamuel couldn't distinguish what of the blood was Abel's and what was Eve's. His mother had cut through the thin fabric of the jacket but he hadn't seen just how much blood the man lost.

The blonde got to his feet, stepped out of the room and went into the restroom. He wet a cloth down quickly, making his way back within seconds. He didn't want to leave the other alone, he worried the man might go sniffing for Arphaxat. The demon was tricky, he could use this to his advantage and that was the last thing the angel wanted. Catching a small bit of the conversation downstairs before ducking into his room again.

"So who was filming them?" Sam asked,

"That's what's freaking us out," Donnie said. Chamuel didn't care about this, his only thoughts were to help take care of his broken friend.

The angel cleaned the blood off the others arm, being sure to get the bits of splatter on the man's face as well. His mind ran back to Cain, who's eyes had been covered in his mother's blood. It looked like someone had tossed war paint on the doctor.

Chamuel tried to shove this to the back of his mind before laying down beside his king. Abel was already almost asleep, his eyes shut, he curled up closer to the pillow like Chamuel watched him do nearly every night before he slipped into the comfort of sleep.

"I love you too," Chamuel whispered, kissing the other's head softly.

The angel stared up at the dark ceiling. Tears ran down his cheeks as he fell into the darkness of sleep.

***

Bailey pushed into the home, Sam jumped up when she entered with Baal close behind.

"Where's Abel?" Baal asked, not waiting for an answer as he made for the stairs.

"Wait! No no no! Hold on!" Sam said, running over to his friends who were already halfway up the stairs to the hunters room.

"He needs to sleep," Sam said, the older hunter looked exhausted as if he hadn't slept for a few days. Bailey grabbed Baal's arm, stopping the man in his tracks.

"It's like ten am, how much sleep does he need?" Bailey whispered,

"Just let him wake up naturally, it's not like you waking him is going to change what happened,"

Bailey opened her jaw to reply before shutting it with an annoyed huff, "I guess," she murmured as she fiddled with the Adinkra. Sam relaxed at this, motioning for them to come down the stairs.

"Come on, everyone's asleep, let's talk in the man cave," Sam whispered. The small group picked their way out of the living room and into the kitchen, past this was the door for the underground bunker that had been turned into a man cave.

"So my friend finally got back to me," Bailey said as they made their way into the small space. She noticed Norma wasn't around which was odd, the woman would normally only be a few steps behind them.

"Oh yeah?" Sam said as they made for the couch, "what'd she say?"

They all sat down at the same time, Bailey lifted her legs up and laid them on Sam and Baal's laps. Neither bat an eye at this as she pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head,

"Said to come see her with the painting, she gave me an address and told me to bring the violin."

"Great! Should we go now?" Sam asked, tying his hair back in a messy bun.

"Not without Abel, apparently she needs both him and Cham to do-- whatever," Bailey waved a hand in the air.

"How do you know this person?" Baal asked, glancing away from the phone in his hands.

"Oh! She's a family friend, well...kind of, my dad knew a lot of weird people. She's the only one I stayed in contact with after I ran away from home," Bailey said with a sigh, the memories caused her to shuffle uncomfortably.

"Why did you run away?" Sam asked, curiosity sparked in his gaze as he rested his hands on her leg.

"Oh, that's a can of worms," she laughed, "you know that saying? My teacher always used to say it. It basically means that--"

"You're avoiding the question," Baal whispered, she let out a sigh.

"Alright alright," she murmured, brushing her hair out of her face.

"My dad...wasn't a nice man, my mom, she was a saint but she had Stockholm syndrome up the wazoo. My dad was discharged from the military at a young age, and got a bullet in the chest. Never was the same after," she whispered, "he...got mad easily, hurt us," she shook her head as the memories caused her to tear up.

"Uh, anyways," she sniffled, rubbing her eyes, "I met this guy when I was training to be in the military, my entire family...they're military people, police, animal hunters, big on guns. All of them rednecks on his side," she whispered, "but I thought I was in love. He..got me pregnant right out of high school," she placed a hand on her stomach, "my dad raged and so me and him...we ran, we came to New York because he wanted to be an actor on Broadway."

She felt herself spilling it all out as the others watched, she had never spoken to anyone about her past and now she couldn't stop the words from falling.

"But he just...wasn't good at acting," she chuckled, "he got pretty violent as time went on. I had a miscarriage, we got married. I got pregnant again. I miscarried."

She shuttered, letting her eyes fall down to the floor.

"He started to blame me for it, that is, until I got pregnant again. Twins," she whispered. Pulling her legs away she leaned against Baal, his warmth brought comfort to her.

Sam got to his feet and made for the small fridge, pulling a few beers out as he listened to her.

"But by that time he was so deep into drugs, alcohol, you name it! He just wasn't himself anymore. Then one day, he overdosed."

She took the cold can from her friend, snapping it open with a smile and taking a few swigs.

"Damn, I'm sorry," Sam murmured, snapping open the can. It sprayed out, hitting the wall behind him. He gave the can an annoyed glare, rolling his eyes.

"Bad luck," Baal chuckled, Sam shook his head. Picking up a rag that sat on the coffee table and moving over to the wall beside the large flat screen television. He raced the rag a few times over the wall to get rid of the beer only for it to shutter under his touch.

The hunter froze as the wall let out a soft groan, opening up to show the hidden room below. Sam, Bailey and Baal all looked at one another before Sam pushed the door open more.

"What the hell," Bailey murmured, placing the can of alcohol down and making her way to her friend. Baal followed close behind, the group peaked into the darkness below. She could make out cobwebs by the dozen all over a pair of old wooden stairs that raced down wards into the blackness below.

"Sam! You down here?" Norma called from the stairs, the three panicked. Quickly grabbing the door and forcing it closed together, all of them scrambled to the couch and leapt on it just as Norma hit the last step. Smiling bright, she carried a tray with her.

"I delivered some food to Robin and Danjal, they're looking for you!" She sang out.

"T-Thanks Norma! I'll go find them," Sam said, she smiled at him before trotting back up the steps.

"A secret room?" Bailey murmured,

"We'll check it out later," Sam said in a hushed voice.

"We should get her out of the house so we can really do some digging," Bailey replied. The three waited to hear if Norma was going to come back down before getting up.

"Let's go find Robin and Danjal," Bailey said, pulling out her phone. She made for the door and pushed it open lightly, holding her phone up she snapped a picture of the door than the inside with her flash on bright.

***

"Hello?"

Chamuel whispered, opening his eyes to the Baobab forest. He glanced around in confusion, he'd never seen such a place in his life. With the sky painted in brilliant reds, shadows danced all around him and stretched long into nothingness. The world around him sang with the sounds of animals, the undergrowth shuttered with rich life. He sat on the dirt floor in front of a giant door, angelic marks covered the front. They glowed softly in the harsh light of the dying Savannah sun.

"Hello Chamuel,"

Chamuel turned his head to the voice, a dark skinned man stood behind him. His arms behind him with a smile on his lips, the blonde got to his feet with a confused tilt of his head.

"You've had a hard conflict," the man said, walking towards the other until he stood only a few steps from him. His nice white suit didn't show an ounce of dirt, eyes as bright as the sun.

"I know you," Chamuel whispered, getting to his feet and rubbing his hands together.

"Call me Fran," the man said with a smile. Chamuel blinked at this but didn't say anything as he turned to look at the door and back.

"I'm here to help you,"

"How?" Chamuel questioned, feeling on edge as Fran walked past him and placed a hand on the door. Smiling as his fingers traced the carvings slowly,

"You're in love, but you fear it's not your own," the man replied absentmindedly.

Chamuel felt his heart skip at this, looking down at his feet he glanced back up at Fran.

"I'm...afraid these are Jedidah's feelings," Chamuel whispered. Fran turned to him with a smile on his lips,

"Would you like to let Jedidah's soul go to heaven?"

Chamuel froze, if his vessel's soul was released all feelings would be his.

"If...I do that, what will happen to this body? You know...at the end,"

Fran chuckled, "Chamuel," he said, turning to the other, "we both know you won't be going back to Heaven."

Chamuel blinked in shock, gasping softly "how did you know I was...thinking of staying human?" He challenged. Fran made his way to the other, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I don't have much time," Fran whispered, "I can extract his soul from his vessel, it will be up to you to take his soul to one of Faith's alters."

Chamuel and the other shared a look, he felt as if it lasted forever but it could have only been a few heartbeats as he stared into the man's galaxy spotted eyes.

"There's no going back," the man whispered, "once Jedidiah's soul is gone, this vessel is yours. All the feelings, thoughts and personality will be yours."

A prickle of excitement flashed over the angel, he would know. It would be the end of his constant struggle. Not just with his love for Abel but everything. How would he change? He knew Jedidiah had begged to be taken to heaven but Chamuel couldn't do that at the time. The man's soul had been trapped, and the angel almost felt guilty. Did the soul suffer?

"Do it," Chamuel whispered, "I know where one of Faith's alters are," he murmured, "I...can go, I'll leave right away,"

The man smiled at this, he placed a hand lovingly on the other's cheek. The angel placed his hand over Fran's. Chamuel felt a rush of warmth, a loving burn. He shut his eyes to the feeling, his chest heaved as liquid felt as though it were being pulled from his being. Letting out a gasp of shock, opening his eyes. A bright, blue liquid had been pulled from his being. A long blue string came from the angel's chest, connecting itself to the vibrant light of the soul. Fran lifted a pair of golden scissors, they shone in the dying light of the African wilderness. With a soft snip, the string vanished.

Just as it was cut a rush of feelings flashed through the angel's skull, pain, trauma that wasn't his, negative thoughts, love long lost, memories, joy, finally death before a flash of relief flooded him and it was gone. He looked down at his body, his soul settled within its depths. No longer fighting against another soul he felt calm, able to think more clearly. No wonder the angels of old would release the souls, he felt a new energy flood his body.

"How does that feel?" Fran asked as he bottled the soul into a tiny vile, the blue liquid looked thick as he held it out to the angel who took it gingerly.

"Thank you," Chamuel whispered, smiling at the man.

"Now, wake up,"

***

"Danjal! You son of a gun!" Baal laughed, the demon practically hopped off the couch. Making his way to his friend and grabbing him into a hug, Bailey was shocked at how large the other was. Danjal towered over Baal, over Sam! He was muscular, strong!

"You've not changed a bit," Baal chuckled, patting his friend on the back. Bailey turned attention to Robin who didn't move from his spot on the couch. His hair was a sloppy mess, his yellow jacket didn't look clean and she could see the man would attempt to cut his hair causing it to grow awkwardly.

"This is Robin!" Danjal motioned to his friend, the small demon glanced up at them and waved a hand but didn't say anything. A deep sadness behind his Crystal blue eyes.

Bailey made her way over to the other, he flinched when she sat beside him.

"That's Robin" Baal laughed, "Ancitif! You're Robin, now?"

The smaller demon nodded at him but didn't say anything.

"Hi, I'm Bailey," Bailey gave the nervous demon a smile, he glanced at her with a nod. He was very anxious, she could see him trembling. He reminded her of a mouse, with his shaking hands, big eyes and pale brown locks.

"Do you cut your own hair?" She inquired, arching an eyebrow. The man nodded at this, fiddling with a few bandages that covered his fingers. She saw the clip of him riding on the back of a wolfed out Donnie, shooting arrows, controlling the giant wolf with ease. She had expected an Abel type personality from him, confidence brimming from his being but instead he looked as if he were seconds from a panic attack.

"Hey Baal,"

The demon stopped his talking, turning to look at her.

"Can you get me my kit?" She looked up at him, fluttering her eyelashes.

"Please? You're so big and strong,"

Baal snorted at this, "Yeah yeah," he chuckled, he and Danjal turned and made their way out of the room. Chatting with one another as they went, both talking in excited yet hushed voices.

"Alright, I need a nap," Sam sighed, "there's too much that happened and I just need a nap," Sam ruffled his hair as he walked out of the room. leaving Bailey and Robin, the demon looked petrified now as if he expected her to attack him.

She reached forward, he flinched from her hand but relaxed as she started to play with his hair before moving her hand to his yellow hoodie.

"You're going to be part of the team, right?" She asked with an arched eyebrow as she raced her fingers over his Adinkra.

"Yeah, I want to," he murmured.

"Than I'm going to help you,"

He looked puzzled now, she around him to the back of the couch to get a better view of the back of his head.

"With what? I don't need any help,"

"Oh yeah you do," she chuckled, ruffling his hair.

Baal returned a few seconds later, handing Bailey her hair dresser kit. A small suitcase looking bag with sunflowers racing all over the front, she opened it up to show the handfuls of hairdresser scissors, Combs, sprays and clippers.

"What are you--?" Robin started but Bailey refused to take no for an answer.

"Baal, take your boyfriend somewhere else. I need time alone with Robin,"

Danjal looked surprised, glancing at Baal who simply nodded and started to walk towards the back door.

"Robin?" Danjal whispered, the Archer eyed her for a few heartbeats before nodding. Danjal hesitated, ducking out of the door after Baal.

"So," she started, getting to her feet and going behind him. She raced her fingers through his hair a few times, it was clean but she could see he had a few scars on the skull where hair didn't grow in making her heart sink.

.

"Come on," she said, packing up her stuff and making way to her room. He got to his feet, following after her in a slower manner. She had ideas spinning in her skull, she was going to make this man gorgeous if it was the last thing she did.

The pair trotted up the steps, she glanced in Donnie's room as they walked. The man had the door cracked, he was working on something she could see sparks from a torch the sound of Israfil's guitar followed after this. A sense of peace fell over her, this was her family now and she loved every single one of them.

She hummed as she got to her room, pushing inside. Her room was one of the few with a built-in bathroom, a large mirror and a tub.

"Sit on the toilet," she said, opening her case on the bed and digging through it. Robin did as he was told, pulling the bow off himself and leaning it against the wall across from him. He was nervous but she could see a spark in him, something she couldn't place.

"Alright, I know you don't know me," she said, making her way to him and spraying down his hair with a squirt bottle. He flinched but didn't complain,

"But trust me, I used to be a hairdresser. I know a thing or two about fashion,"

"Why do I have to be fashionable?" He whispered as she raced her comb through his messy locks.

"Because you're cute, but you can be hot. Look," she walked around to look him in the face. Kneeling down to his level,

"This whole group? They're my family. If you want to be in my family I want you to feel as good as they do about themselves, the first part of that is making you feel good on the outside."

"How do you even know I feel bad about myself? Maybe...I like myself,"

Bailey arched an eyebrow at the other, "do you?"

He opened his jaw to speak before closing it again and shaking his head.

"I don't even think I deserve to be part of this." He whispered, "I was scum in hell, I'm scum here."

She got back to her feet and moved around to start fiddling with his hair again. She could see he had grey spotted at the top.

"Take off your hoodie and shirt," she ordered. This caused him to stiffen.

"W-why?" He murmured,

"I want to help you, but you need to let me, either do it or I'll do it for you," she growled out, Robin glanced at her with a shuffle of discomfort before tugging the hoodie off slowly. She saw why he was defensive now, track marks from years of drug abuse could be seen on his arms, they moved upwards towards the muscle.

His shirt under the hoodie was torn, old. She felt her heart break, he was clearly in a lot of distress over his appearance.

"Hey, it's okay," she whispered, pulling her leather jacket off and tossing it to the floor. He looked at anxiety in his eyes,

"I'm sober…" he murmured, "Danjal helped me," rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, feeling his face burn.

Bailey nodded as she sprayed his hair down a few more times, starting to cut and clip away the dead ends.

"I'll need the shirt off too," she whispered, he nodded and tugged it off. She stood back, her heart sank more. His back was covered in old burns, bruises, she could see healed over cigarette burns.

"I was scum of hell," he whispered, not looking at her, "and when I came to Earth a lot of demons wanted to remind me that even here I'm worthless,"

"Well you're not worthless," she whispered, going back to clipping his hair. It took a good hour till she was done, though she felt exhausted from the lack of sleep she was determined to make him look stunning. Taking a few minutes to send a text to Baal before starting to roll dye into the man's hair.

He didn't fight her, submitting to the woman. She asked him a few light questions, but he mostly replied with one word answers. His leg bounced as she continued to work,

"That dye needs to be in for thirty minutes," she said softly, collecting her things.

"Don't look in the mirror yet, I'm going to get your hoodie washed," she said, collecting the yellow fabric. Making her way out of the room and nearly running into Norma, the blonde woman waved at her as she ran past and towards the laundry room.

Tossing the old shirt into the trash can, Baal came up behind her running into her playfully causing her to scoff, shoving him.

"What's up?"

"Got your stuff," he said, holding up the bag. She smiled big, taking it from him.

"Sorry I uh--" he face turned a shade of red, "Thanks for helping Robin, the guy-- he doesn't really catch a break," Baal laughed, "Plus, he means a lot to Danjal,"

"Well he's part of the family," she laughed, "don't want people thinking we're not taking care of each other."

With that she brushed past him, giving him finger guns as she walked causing him to roll his eyes at her. Stepping back into her room and digging through the bag of clothes, she beamed! Baal wasn't good with fashion, but he was damn good at following directions.

She tossed the bag on the bed, Robin sat where she asked him. Having not moved much aside from pulling out his phone, she eyed the scars on his chest that curved up towards the armpit, his lack of nipples sent a spark of curiosity through her but she didn't mention them as she turned the shower on,

"Alright! Get in," she said with a nod towards the running water. His hair covered in brown dye that was plastered on his face and a bit on his fingers where he fussed with the strong smelling chemicals.

"Use the shampoo and conditioner in the red bottles," she said with a smile as she left the bathroom leaving him to his business. Bailey threw herself on the bed, starting to go through the notifications on her phone.

Baal's words continued to move through her mind 'he means a lot to Danjal'. Did Danjal like the smaller demon? He was Robin's Lionheart. But this brought up another question, did all Lionhearts fall for their king? She was a king. Was Baal falling for her? Was she falling for him? No. Friendship was love too, right? Did she even want that with Baal? Who were the other Kings? Cain, he was with Mishka. Abel and Chamuel, that's obvious. She frowned, glancing down at the Adinkra, and her and Robin. Maybe they were just really good friends?

The shower shut off after a good twenty minutes, she glanced up at the door as it opened slowly. He stepped out with an anxious expression as if he expected to be yelled at.

Rolling off the bed and to her feet she guided him to the bed,

"Why Robin?" She asked as she rolled a strong smelling liquid into his locks.

"I'm guessing Robin isn't a demon name."

"No, it was Ancitif," he whispered, "I don't know, I just-- felt like it was right,"

She nodded at this, "you know, I almost named one of my boys Robin," she whispered.

"What did you name them?" He asked as she started to snip a bit at the hair with scissors before pulling out a hair dryer.

"Jacob and Esau," she murmured, "their father picked the names."

Robin didn't respond to this, attempting to self soothe himself by rubbing his hands together.

"Thank you," he whispered after a short time as she dropped the scissors, pulling a hairdryer out of the kit following this up with a can of styling mold.

"Don't thank me yet." She chuckled as the hair dryer roared to life.

***

Danjal sat with Baal on the couch in the living room, the men chatting, enjoying a beer.

"So you just decided to up and leave everything?" Baal asked, taking a sip of the cold drink.

"Guess so!" Danjal chuckled, "it was like, something has been drawing me to him since I came to Earth," he murmured.

Baal smiled at this, "I feel the same about Bailey, it was like a tug. Yaknow? I ain't big on those whole-- prophecy things,"

"I hear that!"

"But to find out Bailey is a king and I'm her Lionheart? It just feels right."

"I thought there was only one king?"

"We found out recently there are many,"

"Does that make me and Robin--?" Danjal asked with a tilt of his head.

"Mhm, think so," Baal took a few more sips of the cold beer.

"Alright guys! New and improved Robin," Bailey sang out as she hopped into the living room. Smiling big at Robin who remained in the other room, Bailey rolled her eyes and grabbed him by the arm.

"Come on!" She growled

"Robin, I've seen you butt ass naked, hopped up on the Big H and I'm still here. Still your friend. Come on now!"

Robin sighed, taking a few steps forward. His hair was still messy but in a more styled way, pushed to the side. His facial hair shaved off neatly, the track marks on his arm hidden by an archery arm guard. A tight fitted shirt, with a red plaid overshirt and the sleeves rolled up. His black pants are tight to his legs. Danjal looked at him in shock, getting to his feet with a laugh.

"Does it look bad?" Robin asked him with wide eyes, Danjal shook his head. His eyes burned with joy, "no, in fact! You look like a million bucks " he whispered. Robin beamed at this, feeling Bailey place a hand on his shoulder.

"See? You just needed a little help," she nudged him lightly.

"Oh! One last thing," she pulled her sunglasses off her head and placed them on Robin's whose smile grew wider.

"You look like a new guy, amazing! It's like wizard magic," Danjal whispered, rolling his fingers through his king's soft locks.

"Just took me all day!" Bailey laughed, eyeing the sun that was rapidly starting to fall.

Her attention was snapped back to the other room,

"Don't follow me!" Abel shouted out, racing down the steps. Bailey and Baal ran out of the room as they heard the hunter, but he was already racing out of the front door. Angry tears rolling down his cheeks as he went,

"Wait! Abel!" Bailey shouted.

"Leave me alone," he snapped as he left the home behind him. Making his way to the Impala. Bailey shot Baal a concerned look as the two clambered up the steps, Bailey shoved open the door to see Chamuel looking horrified. She blinked in shock at the tent in the others pants, she leaned against the door frame with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Did you...try to fuck Abel...after he killed his mom?" Bailey asked, bewildered. Chamuel nodded slowly at this, "I uh, got a little carried away," he whispered as the angel crossed his legs in an attempt to hide his shame.

"What happened?" Donnie asked, sticking his head out his door.

"Shit," Baal growled, the strong flash of sulfur racing over his nose.

"Arphaxat," Baal hissed, Chamuel jumped to his feet.

"What about him?" The angel asked, war flooded the angel's gaze at the mention of the demon.

"We need to find Abel, and quickly!" Baal didn't wait for another to say anything as he turned and started to make his way to the door.

"What's going on?" Bailey asked Baal as the demon king yanked the keys off the coffee table. He turned to the small group,

"Abel's soul is in danger,"