Chapter 51: Let's split up, Gang!

***NSFW warning; marked for your comfort***

Abel watched the television in front of him with wide eyes, Cain was on the news. His smile filled with spitting hate, his eyes narrowed with such delight it made Abel feel sick. He stood in front of a person who was possessed by the black sludge, the darkness dripped from the fragile looking woman's lips, her eyes sunken in, her lips pulled back in an angry snarl. Her zombie-like state sent chills through his veins, his brother addressed the reporter with such wit and vigor Abel almost didn't recognize him.

He and Cain had been watching Cartoons on the television together on Saturday morning, stating it was to make up for lost time as they ate cereal and just let themselves enjoy the old cartoons that streamed on the television. He found out a lot about his brother on these days, specifically, that he hated public speaking. Yet, here he was acting less like Cain and more like the person their mother saw. This confident, strong, smart king who seemed forgiving, and warm.

"And you say God has picked you to save us?" The woman asked him, tilting her head at the man. Cain nodded vigorously, "Oh yes, I will show you!"

He went into detail about his past, being a doctor and how he'd grown up. While doing this he waved his hand over the zombie-like woman, his Adinkra shone softly in the lights of the room they were piled into. The zombie fought against the ropes that held her down but slowly relaxed against the touch.

The darkness pulsated out of the woman's forehead and seeped into Cain's opened palm. He grinned wide,

"Wake up, you've been blessed," Cain whispered to the woman who blinked a few times against the lights. She grinned now, looking down and around herself with a sigh,

"You...saved me?" She murmured, Cain simply nodded before standing up straight. Abel felt sick as he watched Amaryllis run to him, the television shut off. Abel glanced back at his friends, Mishka sat beside Robin on the couch with tears in her eyes. Israfil and Donnie sat on the floor in front of her, Israfil looked dejected as the silence went on. Bailey dropped the remote from where she stood behind the couch, Baal leaned on the back of the sofa beside her with Danjal next to him.

"That's not Cain!" Mishka practically shouted, Abel sighed as he got to his feet. Turning to face everyone he glanced between them,

"Where's Sam?" He asked, everyone stopped and looked around in confusion. Chamuel got to his feet too, having been settled beside his boyfriend.

"He was here about thirty minutes ago," Baal murmured with a shrug, "maybe he's in the bathroom or napping."

"Odd time for a nap," Abel mused, before his eyes fell on Mishka who got to her feet.

"Look, we need to go save him," She said, her eyes wide with worry "You guys didn't go check on him for an entire day!" She practically wailed this at the hunter who shrank under her gaze.

"How could you just leave him? I know you were freaked out! But come on! He thinks you killed his mother,"

"Now hold on," Chamuel started only for Mishka to put up a hand, "Oh no no, you can not sit here and tell me you guys tried to do jack! You came home and went to sleep, than you went to a fucking bar."

Abel flinched at this, Chamuel glared at her and shook his head "There's no way Abel killed his mom,"

"That's not the point! Are you listening?"

"Stop"

Chamuel closed his mouth as Abel interrupted them, putting his hand out and looking at Chamuel than Mishka.

"She's right,"

"Abel…" Chamuel murmured,

"No, Cham." Abel turned his full attention on Mishka, sucking in a breath and letting it go slowly, "She's right, I didn't stop and think. This...this isn't a game, someone should have gone back. I can't even image sitting in the same roo --"

His voice cut off, Kurty flashed in front of his vision for a few rapid heart beats. His dead body drenched in freezing water, the only thing that saved Abel from death. The crushed body of the man he called his brother under him.

"Wake up," Chamuel said a few times, waving a hand in front of his king's face. Abel blinked a few times, the memory crawled to the back of his mind.

"Abel, are you okay?" Mishka whispered, she reached forward and placed a hand on his cheek. He cleared his throat, tears burned into his eyes but he blinked it away as the terror passed.

"Sorry," He murmured, "We will save Cain, somehow…" He whispered, "I'd die for my brother and I should have gone to him when he needed me,"

Mishka nodded, "Thank you," She whispered, letting her hand drop back to her side and into her pocket. Abel turned his attention to everyone again, his eyes narrowed.

"Alright, let's get this shit started," He said with a grunt,

"Donnie!"

The wolf leapt up as his name was called, putting a hand on his forehead like a salute. Israfil scrambled up with him, laughing as he mimicked his friend.

"You're going to see your family, right?"

"Yep! Me and Issy!" Donnie grabbed the angel, putting him in a playful headlock causing the man to snort out a laugh.

"Awesome, your dad's a big name in the community, see if you can get any information on these-- "others" that Bodhi was talking about. And who the next king is."

"I already think it's Issy," Donnie mused, the brunette's face turned red. He spluttered and shoved Donnie softly,

"No! Angel's can't be kings, dumb dumb!" He laughed, "We went over this, besides I'd make a terrible leader,"

"So if we're kings-- do we have to lead...something?" Bailey asked from where she stood behind the couch. Tilting her head to the side with a curious glint in her gaze,

"Yes," Israfil mused, shoving his hand into his pocket and pulling out his cell phone, "Each Adinkra means something, for example Abel's the King of Kings,"

Israfil showed everyone his phone, flipping through a few digital pictures he had drawn of the Adinkras. Donnie beamed at his friend,

"I taught him to use my tablet!" He said to Abel with a wink, Abel grinned at his friend

"What? You taught him and not me?"

"You can only draw stick figures" Donnie whispered,

"The King of kings is all, so Abel has the power of all Adinkras. Or...he did," The air grew tense for a few heartbeats, Bailey wiped her head around to look at the group.

"Erm, what's mine?" She asked, holding hers up

Israfil blinked a few times and glanced at Bailey, "Yours is called Nkyinkyim! You're a king of the people, or humanity." She blinked down at her necklace, puffing out her chest.

"Robin's is--"

"Asase Ye Duru," Robin said, his face turned red as he interrupted the angel. Looking down quickly and biting his lip, the lizard in his lap dozed as he rolled his fingers down its back.

"Sorry," He whispered, "Fran told me that it was..it meant the Earth has no weight,"

Israfil nodded at the demon, "You bet! Making you the king of nature,"

"Is that why Danjal can move the Earth?" Robin inquired,

"He can what?" Abel gasped,

"Yep! Like how humanity has fire for its lionheart, you will have the Earth. Then there's Cain, That's Frfro. The king sees all but it can also mean jealousy! That's the king of Swnw, where his lionheart has the ability to understand mental disorders and illness."

Mishka looked at him with a surprised glance, turning her head away with a small blush.

"Swnw?" Abel snorted, tilting his head at the word, letting it roll between his tongue. Israfil blinked at the King of Kings for a few heartbeats,

"It...pretty much means doctor!" Israfil chuckled

"I guess we can say King of Pharmacology? Or just Medicine!" Donnie mused, running his fingers through his locks.

"And well...that's it, so far." He murmured, "We're missing the King of beasts."

"Beasts?" Danjal asked, tilting his head.

"Yeah, anything that's in between Angel and Devil. Werewolves, vampires, other creatures like that,"

Abel scratched at his chin as his eyes rested on Donnie, "Well Don's a werewoof now,"

"Stop calling me a werewoof, I can actually eat you now. And if I'm a king why don't I get a Lion Heart?"

"Guys," Chamuel interrupted, "Abel, I love you, but you are so easily distracted,"

Abel's eyes sparked at the others' words, grinning stupidly for a few heart beats as he raced his fingers through his hair a few times.

"Right, anyways, Donnie snatch up any info you can! Bailey,"

She nodded at him, "What's up, boss man?"

"You, me, Cham and Baal need to go see your friend about this prophecy,"

"But Abel!" Mishka gasped,

"I know I know," He said with a reassuring smile, "We are going to save Cain! I promise, we just need to do this now or we might not get too."

"Yeah, she and her girlfriend are crazy hard to get ahold of," Bailey said over Abel's shoulder.

"Look, It'll take a few hours. Alright? Than me and Cham have to do one thing, take us like two days,"

"Three days max," Chamuel added,

"And I will come right back and bust down anyone's door with you to get Cain back, alright?" He placed both hands on her shoulders, giving her a small smile of reassurance.

Mishka pondered this, she knew he was right. While Cain was important he had the entire world's future on his shoulders, letting out a low sigh.

"Fine," She growled, "But I'm going to try to track him down at least,"

"Perfect!" Abel held a hand out to her, she rolled her eyes and slapped it before bumping their fists together.

"We need a secret handshake," Danjal whispered to Robin who gave him a small smile. Able turned his attention to the other demons.

"Robin!" He took a few steps towards the newest member of his team, "You're a bad ass mother fucker,"

Robin looked shocked by this but didn't reply, though his face heated up at the others' words.

"You gotta go down to this...place and--"

"Abel, just be honest, the guy has a lizard in his lap. He won't care," Chamuel laughed out, Abel glanced back at his boyfriend and back to the demon sitting in front of him.

"My friend Bodhi wants me to send you and Danjal down to a bull farm in Texas, we need to rescue him,"

"Why is he so important?" Robin asked, flinching as Abel put a hand on his shoulder. The man beamed down at Robin, giving the demon a shot of excitement that he couldn't explain.

"Just trust me, alright?" He chuckled, letting his hand fall, "Besides you'll have Danny boy here," He nodded his head towards Danjal who rolled his eyes at the nickname, "You'll be fine."

Robin nodded, sucking in air a few times before speaking "Okay, I'll do my best,"

"Do I not get some cool tasks?" Booker called as they walked into the room with Norma at their heels, she waved at them before brushing past the group and into the kitchen to start cooking.

"Booker!"

"Oh God," Mishka groaned, "Booker,"

Booker and Abel slapped their hands together as they walked into the room, they held a bag of pills in one hand the other they stuffed into their lab coat.

"Mishka! Your cousin still owes me five dollars, but I'll accept a fiver from you!"

Mishka rolled her eyes, "Why, Abel?"

"You know them?" Abel asked, looking shocked. Mishka snorted and waved a hand in the air,

"Oh, I know them. They're a pain in my ass!"

"We went to medical school together," Booker sighed as if remembering something whimsical. They sat on the couch, not caring that they practically sat on Robin who squirmed out of the way.

"Oh yes! The great medical trade! Us and that weirdo, Newman? God, what's that guy up too?"

"Probably still in his mom's basement, stealing pills again?" Mishka arched an eyebrow at the other, looking more irritated than before. Booker leaned back into the seat, putting their shoes on the coffee table in front of them.

"Hey! This stuff's for the team, I'm only getting a little high this time, cross my heart!"

Mishka rolled her eyes, not replying; she walked out of the room and towards the front door. She slammed it on her way out causing Abel to look back at the doctor in surprise. They shrugged,

"We have some weird history," They mused.

"So-- we're all splitting up?" Robin inquired, blinking up at Abel with wide eyes.

Abel hesitated before giving a soft nod, "Yeah, we're all splitting up for now. We'll cover more ground,"

"Something...you said...bothers me," Robin murmured, Abel tilted his head to the other, waiting for the man to continue what he was saying. Robin glanced over towards Norma who trotted about in the kitchen. She hummed softly to herself, she seemed more upbeat than usual.

"You..said that your friend wanted us to come down? What does that mean?"

"Its...hard to explain," Abel murmured, "He can see the future, and...well, he just told me to bring Robin to 'The Grotto's'"

***

Mammon's eyes snapped open, he sucked in air desperately inflating his collapsed lungs. Coughing a few times as the strong taste of iron filled his throat and rushed down his nose, he sat up with an angry glare in his gaze but he was no longer in Norma's home. Confusion lit his face like a Christmas tree as his eyes moved around himself. He was sitting in the middle of a tiny room, surrounded by candles, glancing down at his shirt where a hole was torn in the middle, dried blood on his ivory skin. He blinked a few times as he tried to recall what happened, he had been shot by an arrow, he recalled falling, dying. He remembered Robin talking to him, the others words filled the demon with rage as he shakily got to his feet.

Hissing angrily at his legs that throbbed painfully, nearly falling back as he coughed a few more times. The air seemed to hurt his lungs and throat as his body started to kick back alive, his hands a vivid white but the pink color was returning.

"What the hell?" He snarled.

"Oh, you're awake!"

Mammon glanced up at the familiar voice with an annoyed glare to his features.

"I bring you back to life and you glare at me," Lucifer scoffed, sitting on the staircase that wound upwards into the large underground building. His 'I love NY' shirt was a little large on the man's thin frame, his blue jeans torn and ripped near the knees. He rushed his fingers through his shaggy hair as he got to his feet.

"Not the first time," Mammon scoffed, rubbing his arm as the blood filled him back up with warmth.

"Make it the last, son," Lucifer said with a lazy roll of his eyes. Mammon scoffed, storming past the man making sure to knock into the other as he went. Lucifer turned quickly, he grabbed Mammon by the hair and yanked him downwards. Pain exploded through the demon's skull as he was tossed to the floor with great strength, Lucifer shoved his foot into his son's chest and crushed the man's ribs under his converse.

Mammon gagged, spitting blood as death fell over his system again. Lucifer leaned down, his feet snapping through the other's body.

"Don't you ever ever ever touch me like that again," He hissed at the bigger man. Standing up tall and taking his foot out of the other's open chest, not caring to clean the blood. He took his time fixing his shirt, lazily shaking his foot with a groan.

"Oh gross," He huffed, looking over the blood on his shoes, "I just bought these...ugly skate shoes and now they're bloody!"

He glanced down at Mammon's body with a snort, "Come on now! Lazy," He scoffed out with a snap of his fingers. Mammon gasped, coming to life once more as his body shuddered under the darkness that seeped from the floor and into him. Lucifer pulled out his phone, playing a game as he awaited for his son to return to life and continue on with his mission.

The soft painful groan of Uriel could be heard, but Lucifer gave it no mind as he continued to wait for his son's strength to return. The angel was laying painfully on the floor a few steps up towards the next room, blood dripping down the steps but his breathing told the conqueror of hell that he still lived. Even if it wasn't much longer.

***

Abel groaned, rubbing his head as he took another shot from the bottle of rum in his hand. Chamuel leaned against him, watching him with narrowed eyes. The pair glanced up at Donnie who grinned from ear to ear, his fangs sparkled in the soft yellow lights of the man caves large lamp. Israfil sat behind him, looking from the cards in his friends hand and back to Abel and Chamuel. Abel and Chamuel looked from one another and back to the cards in their hands.

"Come on! Make a move," Donnie practically sang, his tail sitting out of his pants wagging lightly. He seemed to be having a hard time controlling his new appendages

"I know I know," Abel slurred, Booker watched them from the couch with Bailey beside the doctor. The pair watching with wide eyes as they sipped their cups of alcohol, Baal stood not far off in the man cave. His phone to his ear, refusing to drink. Sam was still missing but it wasn't uncommon for the man to run off somewhere. Though Baal knew this he couldn't help but worry.

Danjal texting on his phone, beer in hand, leaning against the wall.

"Come on, Abe! you're gonna lose anyways!" Donnie snickered.

"Shut up," Abel pulled out a card and let loose a low sigh. He slammed it down on the table in front of them, a few shot glasses emptied beside the man. Donnie smirked, his tail wagged faster causing Abel to grimace.

"Go fish!" Donnie howled, Abel groaned and slammed his head against the table. Chamuel took the drink from the other, taking a swig.

"This sucks! How are we losing so badly!" Abel growled, glaring at his friend who shrugged and giggled.

"You're cheating!" Abel accused, leaping up. Booker followed his action, scrambling over to the other.

"I am!" Donnie snorted, laughing, tossing the cards down with a grin.

"You dirty dog!" Abel laughed, tossing his cards at the wolf causing Donnie to practically leap on the other. Wrestling the man to the ground with a huff of laughter, Chamuel stumbled back as the wolf held the hunter down.

"Kick his ass!" Booker shouted beside Chamuel, practically throwing his beer. While the group laughed among themselves Danjal simply watched, he couldn't help but smile as the small group fought playfully with one another as if they were all kids again. It was something Danjal found he had a hard time doing, he admired those who could drop it all and act childish with one another. His phone buzzed again, he glanced down at the message with a frown.

He'd sent a message to Robin asking the man where he vanished too and the other finally messaged back. The large demon paused the game he had been playing against his friend Merlin on his phone, moving his attention to his messages with a frown as he read over what the man said.

He got to his feet, Robin often did his best to avoid making friends. Though the demon loved animals he didn't have many friends, in fact, Danjal seemed to be one of his only friends! That was, aside from a few at the bar who were acquaintances. He glanced at the group before turning on his heels, making it his silent mission to get Robin close to someone in the group. He felt the other needed that extra shot of love, maybe it would help his self esteem.

"I'll be back," He whispered to Baal as he walked past, the other nodded at him. Phone still up to his ear as he called Sam again, Danjal hopped up the steps and pushed his way into the kitchen. Norma wasn't anywhere to be found which was odd, Robin didn't trust her but Danjal couldn't place why.

He made his way out of the room, he eyed the room around him but still no Norma. It was odd, the blonde woman was always under foot like an annoying cat yet she seemed to have vanished all together for the duration of the night. Danjal pushed out of the home, the cold air rolled over his being causing the man to shiver lightly. Though he wore his warm jean jacket with a layer of warm cotton puffing out against his arms he still felt the cold.

He glanced up, squinting his eyes against the darkness. The moon shone light down on the roof, illuminating the archer. It caused the other to glow, for a heartbeat Danjal swore he spotted a halo around the man's head but it vanished within seconds. He cleared his throat lightly, the familiar warmth that crept up his chest caused him to huff. How did the archer get up there?

Danjal glanced at the side of the home and back to the roof, arrows. They had been stabbed in between the rocks that stuck out of the side of the home, only a few but it was enough for the archer to get all the way to the roof. Danjal opened his hands, leaning down and placing them on the earth below. The ground rumbled under him before it shot upwards, moving silently through the air until it came to the roof. Danjal stepped down on the tilted top of the home, sending the chunk of Earth back to where it was with a flick of his fingers.

"Robin?" Danjal whispered, making his way to the other and sitting beside him. He was looking down at his phone before moving his gaze to Danjal, the others blue eyes shone like the stars above sending another ripple of warmth through the larger demon. What was wrong with him? Robin was always at the center of the mans mind, even when he dated Merlin. Though she also graced his mind often when they dated he understood why she broke up with him. The intense desire to find and protect Robin often got in the way of their relationship which was frustrating to the large man. After all, he wasn't into men. Right?

"Why are you up here? Are you okay?" He asked, settling down beside the man. Robin's eyes were sad, haunted.

"I'm just...what if I can't do it?" He whispered, looking back down at the floor. His legs dangled over the edge which caused a shot of anxiety to flash through the large demon. He eyed the man, the others usual yellow hoodie wasn't covering his frame he only wore a shirt and shorts. Danjal could see the man shivering heavily.

"Can't do what? Why aren't you wearing a coat?" Danjal asked, without thinking about it the larger demon pulled his jacket off. He wrapped it around Robin who looked completely shocked by this, his eyes glowed at the gesture as he nuzzled himself into the warm fabric.

"Thanks I...I had a bit of a panic attack," He admitted, "I just needed to get outside. You know? Fresh air. I didn't think of the cold, and now I'm too anxious to go back,"

"Why?" Danjal asked, ignoring the cold that was starting to nip at his skin, leaning back to look up at the stars that dotted the sky.

"I'm just afraid they'll see I don't belong,"

"Don't belong? You're a king!" Danjal laughed,

"I...don't even know if I am," He whispered, glancing down at the Adinkra, "What if I wasn't chosen?"

Danjal shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. The light buzz in the back of his head didn't help with his thinking, neither did the odd thumping of his heart.

"Robin," He started, "When I first met you...damn man, you were strung out on heroin, crying and puking! But...now, you're here. You're this...king who's going to save everyone. Hell, I watched you ride a fucking werewolf like you'd done it your entire life! Look," He turned more to the other, placing a hand on the man's shoulder.

"If those knuckle heads in there end up not liking you, to hell with them. We'll make our own path, but that won't happen." He chuckled, "Cause you got me with you! I can make friends for you,"

Robin snorted at the others' confidence, giving him a small smile as he looked back down to the ground below.

"I-I guess I'm lucky you're my friend." He admitted Danjal would have said more. He had so much to say, so many confusing thoughts in his skull.

"Hey!" Abel yanked himself up to the roof top just as the larger demon opened his jaw to let it all spill out in a buzzed stupor. The king of kings clawed himself up to sit beside the two, settling next to Robin and sighing. His face red from the alcohol that rolled into his system, how the man had managed to get to the roof in his drunken state was a mystery to Danjal but he didn't inquire about it as Abel held a joint towards the archer.

"You don't drink, right? But you smoke?"

Robin looked at Abel in shock, nodding dumbly towards the man pulling out Mammon's lighter he had stolen off the demon's corpse.

"Y-Yeah!"

"Let's smoke! Me, you, and that bear you call Danjal," Abel laughed, Robin's smile brightened his face.

"Yes! Okay, uh, do...do you want...to share one joint or…?" Robin whispered, Abel laughed loudly and nodded.

"Oh yeah! Unless you're like Baal,"

"No one's like Baal when it comes to germs," Danjal laughed as Abel handed the joint to Robin who took it happily.

"You get the first puff, man! Welcome to the team and all," Abel laughed, Robin visibly relaxed as the three enjoyed one anothers company.

***

Abel rolled his fingers through his hair, he and Robin had talked for hours and now the weed was really starting to make him feel light. Danjal left the two after the first joint, leaving the pair to chat and laugh with one another. Though Robin came off as if he didn't want to be around anyone Abel knew better, the man was just lonely and afraid but the king of kings wasn't going to let someone on his team be alone! Even if it meant having to be uncomfortable at how high up he was.

"I should probably get some sleep," Abel laughed, flicking the butt of the joint to the ground below them.

"Hey!" Chamuel shouted up at them, laughing as the end of the blunt nearly landed on his head.

"Hey! Chammy! What are you doing?" Abel laughed, grinning down at his boyfriend who's wings extended easily from his back. The hunter couldn't help admire how rapidly the angel was getting control of War, no longer did it seem to hurt him to pull out his large, brilliant white wings. It took Chamuel a few pumps of his wings to reach the roof, sitting down beside the pair.

"We're all going to bed," The blonde slurred out, leaning against Abel.

"Oh, that's...probably a good idea," Robin murmured, "Besides, Alan's going to get fat if I don't stop Norma from feeding him,"

"Can you get down okay?" Chamuel asked, but the archer didn't answer. He let himself slip off the room, grabbing one of the arrows that stuck out of the room and dropping to the next. He was on the ground in no time, making his way back inside. The large jacket on his frame sat awkwardly on his shoulders as he vanished into the home, Chamuel and Abel laughed to one another.

"That little guy is one hell of a badass," Abel mused,

"Bedtime?" Chamuel asked, taking the others hand in his own. Abel nodded as the Angel slid off the roof and pulled the hunter with him, Abel collided into the other's chest. Laughing as they floated to the floor, Chamuel kissed the others forehead a few times as they hit the ground. The warmth that burned into the hunter distracted him from the long fall to the floor, knowing Chamuel would never let him fall.

The pair made their way back inside, the home was getting dark as Norma shut off lights and waved at the pair. Alan was settled on her shoulders, his face covered in fruit as she moved up the steps and towards her room.

"Think she'll give Alan back?" Abel murmured to his boyfriend who chuckled,

"Nope," He replied with a grin, the pair made up the steps. The rest of the group seemed to have settled into their rooms for the night, all except Baal and Bailey who could be heard chatting in the kitchen. The thought of Sam raced over Abel's mind but this was shot back as he got to the door of their room and was practically shoved against the door by the angel.

"Cham--"

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Abel gasped as he felt the others lips against his own, letting out a small sigh as the angel kissed him over and over. Abel wrapped his arms around the man, pulling him closer with a smile as his heart skipped a few beats in his chest. The kissing got deeper as he was pushed more into the wooden door behind him, feeling shots of warmth bath through his groin. He let out a soft gasp of pleasure as the angel's tongue rolled against his own. Excitement bubbled into his core,

"Let's get inside the room" Abel whispered against the others lips, "I'd rather not end up naked in front of our room,"

"Who said anything about getting naked?" Chamuel teased as Abel pushed the door handle down. The room was dark, a few shots of light from the moon falling into the room from the window in front of the bed. Chamuel closed the door behind them, pulling the hunter back into his arms and the pair continued to kiss over and over. Abel felt himself relax against the blonde as the pair moved backwards, feeling his legs knock to the bed.

"You okay?" Chamuel murmured, his fingers danced hungrily through the others brown locks.

"I'm amazing," Abel whispered back, the angel grinned devilishly at this and lightly pushed the hunter to the bed. Abel grunted as his back hit the sheets, holding his arms out as Chamuel crawled on top of him. He kissed Abel's neck, the hunter tilted his head back to give the man more room. Kissing downward, Abel raced his fingers through the others hair as excitement pumped into his veins. The pressure in his loins was growing as the angel raced his hands under Abel's shirt, pulling it off easily.

Abel took in a breath, forcing himself to relax. It wasn't Arphaxat, this was his lionheart. He relaxed as Chamuel kissed the others scars on his chest,

"You're chest is so hot," Chamuel murmured, causing Abel to chuckle

"I'd return the compliment but you're still dressed like it's five degrees out," Abel whispered to the angel. Chamuel snorted at this, sitting back he tossed his cardigan to the floor before peeling off his shirt. He pulled himself onto the other again, Abel grinned wide as their skin met.

Sparks flooded against his flesh as the pair continued to make out, the angel's tongue rolling over the others hungrily. Abel moaned as Chamuel started to thrust against his pelvic, he could feel the angel's bulge against his crotch. Their hips moved together for a few rapid seconds until Chamuel sat up again, unzipping Abel's pants with a quickness that sent excitement into his veins.

"You have no idea how badly I've wanted to fuck you," Chamuel whispered,

"Oh, you're cursing?" Abel teased as the man pulled the hunters pants and underwear off easily. A shot of dysphoria ranked itself into the other,

"Shut up, Abe," Chamuel whispered, "I curse when it's appropriate,"

"You...don't have to touch my female parts you know," Abel whispered, feeling his face turn red at this. For a heartbeat the pressure on his manhood wavered,

"I don't see any female parts," Chamuel said in a matter of fact manner, leaning down and letting his tongue roll over the other's enlarged clit. Abel moaned loudly at this,

"M-My-- ya'know," His breath came out ragged as the angel continued to lick and suck at the others manhood sending shockwaves into the hunter.

"Do you want me to eat your pussy, Abel?" Chamuel asked, arching an eyebrow at the other. Abel hesitated, opening his mouth and closing it as he tried to come up with what to say. This was enough for the blonde, leaning forward he started to let his tongue brush over Abel's other manhood. Sparks flooded the brunette, his head fell back as he moaned loudly into the air. Not caring if anyone in the home heard, his fingers dug into the blondes hair. His dysphoria melted away as pleasure pumped through his veins,

"Cham, I need you, please," Abel practically begged, the blonde pulled away from the man's genitals. Undoing his own pants and underwear, letting them fall to the floor he raced his fingers over his hard erection. Abel opened his legs for the other as the angel pulled himself on top of his lover, meeting his lips a few times as he thrust his cock against Abel's sending waves of warmth into the hunter.

"Where do you want it, Maverick?" Chamuel whispered into the others ear, Abel practically clung to the blonde, his heart hammered into his chest.

"I…" He started, stopping as Arphaxat's words burned into his mind. He shuffled under the man, Chamuel put his hand on his erection, pressing the tip against Abel's pussy.

"You're a man, no matter what you have," Chamuel murmured, causing Abel to relax once more.

"Please," Abel whispered, this was enough for Chamuel who pushed himself into the others wet manhood. He let out a loud moan as he did so, the pleasure that rolled into the hunter caused him to gasp as he wrapped his legs around Chamuel.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Chamuel whispered to the man, their lips met over and over for a few rapid heartbeat as the angel started to thrust. Pulling himself in and out of Abel, causing the hunter to gasp and moan.

White hot pleasure rocked into his body, feeling the pressure of the others cock inside him sent ripples of warmth into his system. Each time the angel pulled out and thrust back in sparks exploded through Abel's genitals, rolling into his mind and growing with each pump of the blondes hips. Sweat rolled down his forehead as the other continued to move himself in and out of Abel,

"I love you," Chamuel murmured over and over into the other's ear while Abel moaned out the angel's name as if it were a chant. The pleasure was building rapidly through him, Chamuel bit and kissed Abel's neck as he laid against him.

"Fuck, Cham I'm going to fucking cum," Abel groaned, his body shook lightly as the pleasure rapidly became to much.

"Me too, fuck," Chamuel murmured, slamming into the other harder until the pleasure peaked, causing the angel to moan out the mans name as he came to his end. Abel felt the build spill over, he shouted out Chamuels full name as his orgasm shuttered through his body. Hearing his full name being shouted sent the angel to the edge as his orgasm followed not long after, he sucked in air as he finished up inside his lover.

"Sorry," Chamuel breathed, "I should have pulled out," He whispered, Abel didn't care as he wrapped his arms around the angel. Kissing him over and over,

"It's fine," Abel breathed, "I have a stupid birth control thing in me,"

"Oh yeah?" Chamuel whispered, pulling himself out of Abel and rolling to lay beside him. He wrapped his arms around the other, tugging him into his arms.

"Yeah, I like sex, and I hate unwanted babies," Abel snorted. Chamuel laughed, nuzzling into the man with a sigh.

***NSFW warning over***

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The darkness of the night stretched onward, casting its cold light down upon the farmlands below. The soft neigh of horses could be heard as they trotted lazily in their pens, moving from one side to the other in an attempt to finish their hay before the morning sunrise. The ground underfoot was starting to turn a shade of black from the darkness that rose to the surface, it was causing the animals at the ranch to act erratically. Cherm wondered how it would make the vampires that occupied the place act the more it grew, his deep holly green gaze moved from the sign on the front of the ranch to the floor below.

He stood before a large wooden gate with a carved horse on the front, a cowboy rode on the back with his hands in the air as the creature attempted to buck him off. Cherm let out a small sigh, rolling his fingers against the carving. It felt wonderful to control his body. Not having to convince Cain to do something he wanted as if the man had been a spoiled child who refused to listen to reason. The words 'The Grotto, Gretchen and Otto's dude ranch" Were painted across a small mailbox that stuck out beside the gate like a blooming flower.

"Are you Cherm, or Cain?"

He turned his head to look at the balding man behind him, Bernard's eyes glittered like an animal in the darkness. They were alone in front of the ranch, only a few paces from one another. Red dusty dirt kicked up into the soft rush of wind as Cherm took a few steps towards the other, bringing the saint's scent into his open jaw. The sharp tang of sulfur burned into his lips, he grinned widely at the other.

"Cain is no more," Cherm said simply, his lips pulled back in a snarling smile to show off the sharp canines that glittered in the moonlight.

"You were able to finally take him over," Bernard scoffed as he took a few steps forward, his nice suit didn't hold an ounce of dirt, hands folded behind his back. Cherm snorted at this, his body shuttered with anger at the very thought of Cain.

"Fallen angel's might need permission to take a body, unless the body is heavily weakened." Cherm replied as he turned back to the ranch, Bernard stood beside him now, watching Cherm rub his hands together. The darkness under the possessed doctor pulsated like a heartbeat.

"I have a better idea," Bernard said, "Instead of bringing the darkness to the Grotto, why not to Wolfsbane?" The saint turned his head to face the opposite way, nodding down the road where a different farm was settled. It looked bigger than the Grotto with large, angry claw marks scratched into the dirt below.

"You bring that darkness up there, it'll make those werewolves go nuts," He mused, "The vampires are reformed, though they might go mad we can't be sure. But the werewolves,"

Bernard didn't need to finish what he was saying, Cherm was already considering it. He blinked a few times to get rid of the human emotion known as excitement down, he whispered incoherently to himself.

"Also, if you want to seem more human," Bernard scoffed, reaching towards the demonic man and brushing dirt off his shirt.

"You might want to clean up,"

"I am Cherm. I am in no need for such foolishness,"

"If you want the humans to keep believing your Jesus you will,"

Cherm opened his jaw and closed it again, puzzling it over for a few heartbeats. He didn't answer the saint, stomping towards Wolfsbane without another word. The gravel under his feet crunched loudly as if he weighed a lot more than he looked, kicking up sand and dust he stopped just before the gates of the second dude ranch. The wooden fencing was similar to the Grotto but it help a wolf racing beside a horse, the words

"'Wolfsbane ranch'" had been painted sloppily on the front. Bernard stood beside him again, not moving his eyes front the front as Cherm went to the floor.

He dug his hands into the dry dirt and pulled upwards, darkness swarmed like ants from the ground below. Being hoisted up in a mass, bubbling up from the floor and rolling over the others hands. Pulling harder and harder until he was at his feet, he yanked once more and clasped his hands together. The sludge rose to Cherm's height, pulsating, waiting. With a sharp suck of air he ripped his hands away from one another, sending the darkness like a wave over the farm. The cries of animals could be heard as the blackness vanished into the shadows. The spot where Cherm had yanked the black sludge from now was a large crater in the floor, the dirt darker than the night sky.

Bernard grinned at the other, "Who needs Cain?" He whispered, eyes falling to the glowing Adinkra around the other's neck.

"When we can just use his soul to our advantage,"