Of Angels and Demons (P)

Pyro frowned, but he didn’t know why. She said he was right, he should be happy about that. But he supposed she just proved the harsh reality. He scoffed “I never liked archangels. They always act like they’re better than everyone else.” The demon pouted a bit, adjusting his position when she went to lay down again.

He noticed Esme move her wings away from herself for the first time it seemed since they were paired together. It made him feel... happy. Maybe she doesn’t totally hate him after all. He decided not to point it out, but his little smile probably gave his feelings away. “You’re afraid you’ll fall, right? And be stuck down here... I guess us demons don’t have to worry about stuff like that.” He chuckled “we don’t exactly have anywhere to fall.” Pyros eyes darted over Esme’s wings “besides, falling can’t be all bad. I think you’d look pretty cool with black wings,” he smirked.

Pyro chuckled “oh yeah?” He was surprised that she had originally wanted black wings. The male glanced away in thought. Esme couldn’t be herself around the other angels. It was a shame. The demons red eyes shifted back to Esme’s blue ones when she started speaking again. He rose his brows, staring at her blankely as he waited for her to finish, but she never did.

Well great, now he was even more curious. He gave her an unreadable look, but decided not to push her to finish. He took a note to ask her about it later, though. “Yeah...” he sighed “wouldn’t want those crystal eyes of yours to get dark circles.” He joked, adjusting his wings and rolling over onto his back. He had a feeling that he wouldn’t be able to get much sleep that night. But that’s didn’t mean Esme couldn’t get any.

He fell silent. Pyro hated silence. It was loud and busy in his head, and when he didn’t have any noise to distract him he felt stuck. “Goodnight.” He whispered, fiddling with his thumbs absentmindedly.

Pyro turned his head to look at her again, but remained on his back. “Y-yeah, of course,” he stuttered, not expecting the question at all. “I love music,” he smiled “dont you?” A wave of relief flowed over him. Had she noticed how awkward the night was for him?

The demon shuffled to get more comfortable. He wondered what kind of music Esme liked to listen to. What do angels like? Harps? He smiled in amusement at his own thoughts.

Pyro snorted at her harps and flutes comment, “oh, thank god,” he joked back. This time he turned on his side to face her again, watching as she formed something in the palm of her hand. He tilted his head to get a better look around her wings. An... iPod? His eyes met hers, a curious expression forming onto his features. “What?” He laughed lightly, feeling a bit sheepish as she grabbed his hand to place the iPod within it.

He stared down at it, a small blush forming. He quickly diminished any red on his cheeks though soon after. “Thanks...” what was this feeling? Nobody has ever cared enough about him to do anything like this. Or even paid attention enough to tell how he was feeling. Was he really that easy to read? Or was she just really observant. He supposed it didn’t matter now. He felt a flutter of butterflies within his stomach as he put one earbud in. He handed Esme the other one so she could listen if she wanted, quickly typing in a song and leaning back.

Heavy metal streamed out of the earphones, and just like that Pyros eyes were closed. His breathing managing to even out until he was shrouded in darkness. The warmth of Esme beside him was comforting. And for once he genuinely felt safe. Pyro looked like a completly different demon when he slept. He was calm and quiet; the blazing fire within his eyes shut tight.

Pyro jerked awake, sitting up suddenly in a flurry of feathers. He grimaced, his body and wings feeling tense from laying in the same position all night. His body wasn’t used to sleep, and his mind was currently in a daze as he collected his thoughts. He suddenly remembered where he was, lifting his hands to look at all the feathers that must’ve scattered throughout the bedsheets in Esme’s sleep. Was it normal for angels to shed this much?

He squinted, turning to look down at the angel. She didn’t seem to be awake yet. At the moment the term ‘angel’ really did apply. She looked perfect, even when asleep. Pyro blinked, realizing he had been staring. The demon outstretched his hand, hesitated for a moment, then brushed the tips of his fingers over her wings. He didn’t know why, but Esme’s wings intrigued him in ways he couldn’t explain. “Esme,” he whispered, trying to wake her up. He had no idea what time it was, but he knew they shouldn’t stay in the same place for too long.

“Morning,” he replied, giving her an amused look. She was up and out of bed almost right away. Pyro stretched his arms up towards the ceiling with a yawn. Deciding to do the same he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, finishing his stretch off by twisting to the side.

He rose an eyebrow at her, a light chuckle escaping his chest “its normal? The shedding?” He asked, reaching down to grab a handful of feathers before opening up his palm and blowing, causing them to scatter. Pyro brushed himself off to get rid of any stray feathers that might have clung to his clothes or wings. He nodded in agreement to her words, snapping his fingers and making his wings and horns disappear once more. “You know, before we go hunting or whatever, why don’t we get some breakfast?” Pyro could feel his stomach grumbling all morning “cmonn I’m starvinggg,” he clasped his hands together, giving Esme a puppy-like look.

A big grin flashed over Pyros face. “Hell yes,” he exclaimed happily, completely careless to the fact that he just cursed in the presence of an angel. His mind was on other things... like bacon. He hurried after Esme once she was done cleaning up, and he slowed down to keep pace with her once he was by her side.

The trip to the cafe that Esme was leading them to didn’t take long. Thank Satan. He was starving. Pyro was about to lead the way to the front doors, but he ended up bumping into one of the mortals that had been exiting the cafe. He hissed, locking eyes with the male with a frown. His stomach dropped as he scanned the other over, realizing that the mortal wasn’t a mortal at all. Glutonny. He thought with a gulp, completely freezing in place as he stared face to face with one of the Seven Deadly Sins he had spawned.

Gluttony’s presence, despite having been created in Pyros image, was very much his own. He stood a few inches taller than Pyro, and the color of his aura was hardly the same. The demon gulped as the glutton smirked, realizing very quickly exactly who he was. Pyro could feel Esme’s eyes on him, probably waiting for him to do something, but they were right smack dab in the middle of town. Mortals were everywhere.

As the gluttons gaze moved from the demon onto the angel Pyro clenched his jaw. He stepped in front of Esme to block the gluton from her. Pyro had to think fast. He turned to look at Esme “do you trust me?” He didn’t wait for a reply, suddenly grabbing ahold of Esme’s wrist with one hand, and placing his other on the gluttons arm. And all three of them disappeared from the cafes doors.

Pyro tried not to teleport often, since for one it took a big toll on his body, and two he didn’t have much control of it. Hence why the three of them were now hundreds of feet in the air, and plummeting to the surface of the earth. The demon cursed under his breath, realizing that he had teleported them far too high, but that didn’t matter; at least now they were away from curious onlookers. The demon twisted himself around as he fell, snapping to allow his wings to catch the air under him. The glutton had wings too, but he was big and probably slow. Pyro smirked. They had the advantage.