After a few more minutes of pondering the two slayers decided to trust Donnie, after all they felt as if their backs were against a wall at this point.
"We'll take the car, if anything happens we can just take off," Abel said as they made their way to their new mysterious friend.
"Alright Donnie, where are we goin'?" Abel asked as the two stepped out of the motel room, Donnie grinned towards the two. Pulling himself to his feet and holding his laptop close to his frame.
"Well first off, did you pay with this hotel room with cash or card?"
Abel and Chamuel looked at each other, suddenly feeling stupid as he went to answer, "Card?"
Donnie laughed, "Well you're not gonna be alive long if you keep doing this," He mused, adjusting the glasses that sat on his nose.
"Come on! I'll help you the best I can," He pushed his laptop under his arm, smiling as he turned on his heels and took off to his car that was settled beside the corvette. He pointed to the red vehicle, giving a thumbs up and ducked into the driver's seat of his ride, the small car kicked on. Abel noticed the sputtering, tilting his head at the old junker.
"If anything happens, I got your back, Maverick,"
"I wouldn't want a better pilot beside me, Goose"
Chamuel smiled at this as the two made for their car, Abel made a mental note to pull cash from his card, not that he had much left but he didn't see the need to tell that to his friend as the Corvette roared to life.
***
After a half hour of driving they followed Donnie's car into a small side street that opened to a handful of tiny homes. They couldn't be bigger than one story houses, they settled among a few trees here and there, some fences, a handful of kids playing out in the yards. Abel's eyes traced over the buildings, they reminded him of his small house he turned into a garage yet they had a warmth to them he couldn't place his finger on.
"I think I know this place," Chamuel whispered, Abel glanced at the other. His mind buzzed with curiosity, his eyes traced the man's face for a few heart beats which sent a small trickle of warmth into his chest. It'd been a long time since he was around someone so much, it was nice.
"What'cha mean, Chams?"
"Well," He leaned back in his chair, blue eyes lit with curiosity as they continued to pass every home. "When I still worked in heaven I was basically a prayer angel, that's when you're assigned to certain families or people and listen to their prayers. You do what you can to help and answer them, even if it's not much. Sometimes you can't even do anything and it would kill you inside," He whispered the last part, "But I was specifically made for love,"
Rubbing his hands together as if attempting to comfort himself from the war that waged inside the depths of his mind, "So I had to answer a lot of prayers for couples, I'm wondering if this place had a family I'd watch over in it."
"Were you the only angel of love?" Abel asked, feeling his curiosity peak now, Donnie's car coming to a slow down ahead and turning into the house at the end of the street.
"Well, no, there are angels of all kinds and they do different things. Love is incredibly important for all creatures, so there are a lot of us," Chamuel murmured, his voice distant.
"Why did they set you up with me? If they have a lot of other ones just like you?"
"I...don't honestly know,"
There was a pause as Abel pulled up into the driveway beside Donnie's car. The driveway was long, running up to a small garage with a lawn beside it. The home next to his had a gate built around it, breaking apart the small bushes that settled on the side of the home. The house itself is small with nothing incredibly special about it, in fact, it reminded Abel of a house they'd toss in a movie to fill space.
"Is there love at first sight?" He finally asked, it was a question Abel had thought about since finding out about who Chamuel was.
The question seemed to catch the angel off guard as he shuffled uncomfortably in his seat, attempting to pull off the seat belt, "I mean, yeah, for soul mates. It's...incredibly rare to the point I've never even seen it. Why?" He glanced at Abel now, tilting his head to the side with a quizzical look.
They got out, Abel grinned out across the car at Chamuel. A grin that Chamuel was quickly learning meant he was going to attempt at making a joke that would probably fall flat,
"Cause I'm in love with this car,"
Chamuel chuckled, "I don't think the feelings are mutual" He teased.
Abel cuffed the man with a hand as they followed Donnie towards the door, the darker skinned man stepped down on the welcome mat. It let out a soft click as he fished into his pocket for his keys.
"I have so many ideas!" He started, "First off I think you need to make shirts and stickers,"
"Of what?" Abel asked as they entered the home.
"Uh you guys? You know you have loads of fans, right?"
"We do?" Chamuel looked shocked at even the thought, their twitter wasn't a smash hit but it was enough that the word was slowly getting around.
"You know back in the day slayers had to fake credit cards and steal social security numbers," Donnie said, "Unless you were rich that is,"
The home was small, but comfortably. A few doors that lead to the garage, a bedroom, and a tiny backyard scattered around them. The middle of the home held a couch, TV and a few gaming systems, posters painted the walls of all different types. Bunsen burners, collections of bottles with chemicals in them lined the coffee table in front of the TV with a few electronics that Abel wouldn't pinpoint. A tool box laid open on the floor in front of the kitchen, tools covering the ground which Donnie simply kicked out of his way. Carrying his laptop with a hop in his step, pushing a handful of paperwork on the kitchen counter of the way he placed the laptop down.
"I get the best internet in here," He said,
"Go back to that credit card thing," Chamuel said, attempting to step over the tools only for Abel to just walk through them, causing them to clatter over the old tiled floor.
"Well, my siblings all had to steal money somehow," He said, sitting himself down at one of the chairs beside the counter.
"So they'd just do fraud?" Abel said
" Yep! But you two changed the game!" He sat backwards in the chair so he could look them over.
"You're basically twitter celebrities, and those kinda people can just sell whatever they want and make money!"
"That's….actually not a bad idea," Abel mused, leaning against Donnie's chair.
"Right? I was wondering why you guys weren't doing that! Or using your followers to help you,"
"Help us?" Chamuel whispered, taking a seat on a lawn chair that had been dragged into the kitchen.
"Yeah, like, the picture you were looking for was a good ask for help, but why not use it to ask people about the stuff going on in their towns? You want to help them right?"
Abel and Chamuel shot each other a look before returning their attention to Donnie, "Well, we are missing my uncle," He mused,
"Exactly! So!" Donnie opened the laptop, typing into their twitter "You got a picture of him?"
"Well yeah, on my phone," Abel pulled out his cellphone, handing it to Donnie who happily took it from him. He opened Abel's contacts, adding himself before opening the texting screen.
"Shoot me his picture!"
Abel took the phone back, scrolled through his pictures before finding the selfie he and Nathan had taken. The long haired slayer looked completely done with Abel while Abel smiled at the camera. The picture made the slayer grin, a sharp stab in his gut when he recalled how long the other had been gone. Silently wondering if his ex had already written out the mans obituary.
"Have you seen me?" Donnie said, posting the picture of Nathan, "My cell records might be a clue."
"My cell records?" Chamuel asked,
"Yep! It'll have them guessing, you're pretending this is a game, you gotta actually make it look like a game. If someone does happen to dig into his cell record we can also use that to find him too!"
Donnie went over more things with the two, typing away into their phones to protect them more. Explaining ways they could easily make more money, have more a following,
"And as things get serious you can flip the switch, tell everyone it's real and to use the tools they need to protect themselves,"
"We...haven't really had time to post about protecting themselves," Chamuel admitted, Abel felt a spark of embarrassment as they had been far too worried about finding Nathan and getting to Mishka's uncles house.
"Well, why not do that today?" Donnie asked, "I got an awesome video camera! We can take videos of you guys just doing what you normally do. We can also take some fake shots too, make it look like Chamuel's glow is fake or whatever,"
"Why are you helping us again?" Chamuel asked, tilting his head at the other. Everything Donnie had done was helpful, he did it without a single thing, and he did it with a smile. He was now offering more and Abel couldn't wrap his head around it.
"Yeah, why are you helping us?"
"Well," Donnie whispered, "My entire family are hunters, my Dad? Buck Campbell h--"
"You're dad's Buck!" Chamuel gasped, Abel looked to his friend with a puzzled look on his face. The blonde rolled his eyes at Abel,
"You know? The journal we've been using?"
Abel knew what he was talking about now, but he continued to stare at his friend with a blank expression. Chamuel's face went on a small journey as he attempted to find the right thing to say,
"You know...with...Peter Lancaster? The book?"
"The book..." Abel said slowly as If he'd never heard the word before. Chamuel stared at him as if he'd grown a second head but Abel couldn't stop himself from smiling.
"I know! I know," He laughed, Chamuel crossed his arms over his chest.
"You're a rude man,"
"I'm your rude man,"
"Unfortunately,"
"But yeah, Buck Cambell!" Abel whistled as if he was impressed.
"Yep! That's my dad, anyways, I grew up in a big family of hunters and they...use to let me help with all my inventions and ideas but recently it's like no one listens to me," Donnie ran his fingers through his hair a few times, the curls on his head falling in his face.
"But I thought if I could help you guys...maybe you'd keep me around? I know I know, it's kind of weird but all I do all day is sit in this dump and well..."
"You wanted to join the team?" Abel asked, puffing out his chest in a prideful manner
"I can offer my inventions and all the weed you can smoke!" Donnie said with a laugh
"Wait, do we need a team?" Chamuel asked Abel who shrugged,
"Rather have some back up if I need it than none at all," Abel replied smoothly, his mind fell to Arphaxad. Wondering if the demon was nearby.
"Well first thing first! I thought we could use a cool hashtag. Like, a team name!"
"What's wrong with Lancaster Disaster?" Abel asked,
"Well, full offense, it's a cool twitter name but...it doesn't really mean anything,"
"It's supposed to mean something?"
"Well yeah, how are people going to get behind something if it doesn't have a meaning to it! People get behind movements all the time, and if you paint this as a sort of movement than people will jump to help, listen and give you advice,"
"So…?" Chamuel shrugged at this, looking even more lost than Abel felt.
"Look, you tell people you're trying to save the world from...darkness or something, even if people believe it's an ARG they're going to be a lot more interested if you make it like a plot instead of two jackasses running around, making videos. Even if the videos are interesting it'll make the audience grip onto you personally if you show more of your character and a running plot. We want them to do that!"
"Damn Don, you're a genius!" Abel laughed
"I know it!" He grinned, "So! What should the hashtag be!"
Abel and Chamuel both froze, it was hard enough coming up with a twitter name now a hashtag? And it had to mean something?
"Well..I don't know,"
"Well, how about...Freewill? As in, you're fighting for Freewill?" Donnie offered
"Hah," Chamuel scoffed, "Free will? It's a myth if anything, God decides all of our fates in the end. They like to preach we have free will but honestly? I don't buy it,"
"And that's coming from an Angel, damn, so cynical!" Abel laughed,
Abel watched the blondes face turn a few shades darker as he attempted to keep the 'holy angel' vibe to him, "I...didn't mean for it to sound so bad, I guess I just hate hearing about freewill,"
"Okay, how about...ApocaNOlypse," Abel said,
"Oh! Graces wings!" Donnie added,
"What would that even mean?" Abel asked, a smile on his face.
"That's what you call Cham's light show! I thought maybe it'd work!"
"Okay, but how about a baseball term?"
"You do use a bat," Donnie mused,
"No baseball terms," Chamuel laughed, "It's hard enough keeping up with all the movie references,"
"How about a movie reference!" Abel added,
"Like....May the force be with you, but...may the apocalypse be with you!" Donnie gave a playful evil grin, putting his hands out as if he were using the force.
"No no, I'm going to make you an offer you can't refuse, no apocalypse,"
"That would be the world's longest hashtag!" Chamuel chuckled, shaking his head, "but hey I got that reference, God Father!"
"Proud of you for doing the bare minimum," Abel laughed,
"I'll take my medal now,"
"First place at knowing movies," Donnie chimed in,
"Chamuel, the movie master!" Abel retorted, causing the blonde to laugh as they continued to go in circles with the names. Coming up with silly ones to serious and dark ones, Abel opened his jaw to speak only to feel a familiar darkness beside him. His mind felt like static as Arphaxad's voice chimed in,
"Born again," he whispered,
"Born again?" Abel asked him, keeping his voice low as Chamuel and Donnie continued laughing, talking, neither seemed to notice the slight shift in the brunette's mood. He could feel Arphaxad's hand on his shoulder turning his skin to ice, he swore the man's breath was on his neck.
"The bible says, that through Jesus, we are born again,"
"But...we're not Jesus,"
"But you want to protect your followers, you want them to believe in you, trust you, and through your help, they can be born again. They can learn what it really means to have free will, to have protection in themselves, you'll make them stronger,"
Abel was shocked by how sincere the man sounded, though the demon's presence still spooked him from time to time he wondered silently if he was judging the man too quickly. After all, he never met a demon. Maybe he was good and his negative energy was something he couldn't control, and honestly, it wasn't a bad name.
"How about Born Again?" Abel piped up, causing the other two to glance in his direction with a smile.
"Born again?" Donnie asked,
"As in, you're born again through Christ?" Chamuel sounded a little shocked at the others' words.
"Yeah, cause like, it'll be symbolic. People will believe us and trust us, so we can help them learn what it means to have freewill and protect themselves, make em stronger, Born again through Abel!" He could almost see Arphaxad smiling beside him as he parroted the words the other said.
"I like it!" Donnie said finally, turning in his chair and starting to type it into Twitter.
"Me too," Chamuel chuckled, leaning over to look at the screen of the laptop, "That was so clever, Abe!"
"See! What I tell ya? I'm here to help!" Arphaxad whispered, before the feeling of his presence slowly faded away leaving the numbing feeling in Abel's head for a few extra minutes as Donnie went over his ideas for their merchandise.
Abel listened with intent as the man continued his rambling, he had ideas that Abel hadn't even thought of but it wasn't a shock. The slayer wasn't as creative as he thought he was when it came to things like this, he found himself watching Chamuel as the man spoke to them. Silently wondering about what the angel had seen, done in his hundreds of years. Wondering what the angel looked like without the skin suit, if he'd have the same brilliant blue eyes. Turning his attention back to Donnie when he noticed himself just staring at the angel, he was getting distracted easily and he couldn't seem to figure out why.
***
The group decided to take a few videos to introduce their new hashtag. Donnie dragged them to a thrift store not far away, hunting for anything they could use for their videos. Props, weapons, anything that would help them teach their followers how to defend themselves if it came down to it. Chamuel dug through a few radios, Abel wasn't far from him with his attention on a bin of old baseballs.
"Yo, this is signed!" Abel laughed, looking it over with a wide grin. Chamuel glanced towards his friend, the mans wide grin made the angel smile in return.
"By who? Anyone famous?" Donnie asked, holding a tennis racket on his shoulder as if it were a sword.
"Dunno! Never had anything with signatures on it," Abel's smile fell after a few seconds, placing It back in the bin where he'd seen it.
"Why are you putting it down?" Chamuel asked, feeling his heart sink as he watched the rapid mood shift.
"Eh, we don't need it, besides its fifteen bucks! Better save the money,"
"Yeah true," Donnie chuckled, following as Abel made his way towards the rest of the sports equipment.
The trio moved through the town, Donnie waving towards a few people and chatting on and off with others. He seemed very comfortable talking to the people they passed by which surprised the slayer! But than again, in the journal that his father wrote he underlined the sentence 'Make friends with everyone' multiple times in red sharpie.
The group grabbed some lunch, enjoyed a few sights Donnie insisted they see before making their way back to the small home.
Chamuel shuffled uncomfortably in his seat, an anxious feeling danced in his finger tips as he rehearsed what he was going to say over and over in his head.
"Hey Abe," Chamuel said as they followed behind the other mans car, Abel looked over to his friend. A smile on his lips, "Yeah?"
The mans smile cause the angel off guard, feeling his heart stop and his mind to panic as he shoved a hand into his jacket pocket, pulling a baseball out and holding it up to him as they pulled into the driveway. Chamuel could feel his face heat up as Abel started at him dumbfounded.
"I uh, bought it when you and Donnie were distracted," He whispered, rubbing the back of his neck and refusing to look the other in the eye.
"Wow, Cham...aw you son of a bitch," Abel chuckled, taking the baseball from the other. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding as the weight left his palm.
"It's missing something though,"
"Did..I get the wrong one?"
"No," Abel popped open the glove compartment, "It's missing your signature!" he pulled out a permanent marker, handing it to Chamuel. The blonde hadn't expected such a thing from this, he had though the slayer would thank him and that'd be the end of it. But him sign it?
"I'm not--"
"Come on Cham, you're probably the coolest person I know, just sign the damn thing,"
Chamuel felt his face burn again, Abel was giving him 'the look' that Chamuel knew he wouldn't be able to argue with. Plucking the baseball and the pen from his friend he hunted for a small, clean spot. Writing his signature over the textured skin, blinking at how sloppy his signature seemed in comparison to the other baseball players.
"If this is worth anything it's not anymore," Chamuel mused, handing it back to the man who pocketed the ball with a grin.
"Yeah well, now it's worth more to me," Abel retorted, Chamuel felt his heart melt into lava hat he'd never experienced before "Besides, who needs money when you got a signed ball?"
"Come on, gay lords!" Donnie shouted, knocking on Cham's window.
"Hey, you're at least ten percent more gay than me," Abel shouted back, pushing out of the car he raced towards Donnie, knocking into the man playfully causing Donnie to laugh and shove him back. Chamuel got out as well, watching the two playfully fight with one another, a smile on his lips as the slayers words continued to dance in his head. Attempting but failing to shake it off he grabbed Abel and hoisted him into the air in a hug.
"Hey! I didn't ask to be picked up by a giraffe!"
"Throw him!" Donnie shouted,
"Throw me at Donnie," Abel shouted back, Chamuel laughed before tripping and falling backwards. Holding Abel against his chest and laughing as the slayer rolled off him,
"That's totally unfair," Abel chuckled
***
"And action!" Donnie said, holding up a large video camera with a smile clean across his features.
Abel stood in front of the camera, holding his baseball bat. He had gone over what harms the sludge, what he knew of it, and how to fight it off. He showed how to hold the bat properly, mentioning the extra weight due to the sharp nails and spikes that jetted out from its wood.
"It's called the darkness," He said proudly, having come up with the name himself, "It's only a few places right now, but keep your eyes peeled. If you see this stuff, you kill it. No questions! This world needs to be Born Again, and that's what we're here to do,"
"Perfect," Donnie laughed, giving Abel a thumbs up. Earlier they had taken a few other videos, highlighting how to defend yourself, how to use salt properly, Abel even found himself quoting Nathan almost to a T. The three continued with making their videos, Chamuel and Abel making one last one together.
"I'm Abel Lancaster,"
"And I'm Chamuel, archangel of love and war,"
"And we're here to save the world, but we need your help. Keep watching, we're going to keep posting! If you think you found a lead to a demon, send it to us! If you see the darkness? Tell us where! We're here to keep you safe, keep your healthy, and be born again,"
Chamuel nodded as Abel spoke, wrapping an arm around the others shoulder and pulling him to his chest.
"Make sure to keep close to a friend, be safe," Chamuel laughed,
Donnie grinned at the two, "Cut! Perfect! Now people are going to be on the lookout for you two, but won't have your location!"
Abel trotted towards his new friend, looking down at the camera as Donnie played the scene back to him to view.
"I'll edit it all into one video, or maybe two," Donnie chuckled,
"Man, Don, you're saving our asses," Abel laughed, lightly patting the man on the shoulder. Donnie grinned at him, wrapping his arms around Abel and squeezing him.
"You're welcome!" He laughed,
Abel scoffed, "Wait! I know you!"
Donnie let him go, looking embarrassed now, "You messaged us...awhile ago?" He glanced at Chamuel who shrugged, it was hard to keep up with everything going on that Abel had almost completely forgotten about it.
"You said you had the sludge!" Abel pulled his phone out to find the messages, Donnie cleared his throat, "Well...I did have the sludge,"
"What?" Abel tilted his head at the man.
"See, I was with my brothers a few states over when I sent you that. We caught it in a jar but the next day it...was just gone, that's why I didn't message you again," Donnie's face turned a shade of red as he spoke as if embarrassed with himself.
"Did you figure anything out about it?" Chamuel asked, walking over slowly as he typed something into his phone.
"Not a thing! I couldn't open the jar without it trying to attack me and no amount of gas put the thing to sleep," Donnie removed his glasses, holding them up he pointed to the chip in the glass. "Little thing did that too, he was mad! Thankfully I have an anti possession tattoo,"
Donnie pulled the sleeve of his jacket up to show the circular sigil with the odd shape bent in the center.
"That is lucky," Abel said with a nod, looking from the tattoo to the glasses.
"Yep!" Donnie placed the glasses over his nose once again. "Let's head inside, it's getting dark! We can get some pizza and I'll edit this,"
"Can we put on a movie?" Abel asked, eyes glowing. He felt like a kid again, though he didn't have many fond memories of being a kid he found himself desperate for the companionship that most children had growing up.
"Yeah! I got Netflix!" Donnie laughed,
"We got Hulu too," Chamuel added as the three made for the house. Abel grinned at his friends, the lonely feeling that sat in his heart like a thorn lifted. For the first time in his life, he felt as if he belonged. He felt as though he wasn't pretending to be someone he wasn't, yet the ever growing anxiety continued to press into his brain. Arphaxad's words still echoed in his mind, even among the laughter and pizza ordering he couldn't stop the voice that vibrated through his bones.
***
Chamuel sat on the couch beside Abel, his arm lazily draped over the back of the cushions. Abel leaned into Chamuel, eyes moving from the TV down to his cell phone as he and Donnie posted pictures onto each other's personal Facebook walls. Donnie sat at the computer desk not too far from them, large headphones over his ears as he fiddled with editing the video. A few pizza boxes laid on the table, half smoked blunts scattered around them as the men enjoyed the high that came with the drug.
"This movie...so good," Chamuel said, his head in the clouds as he watched
"I can't believe you've never seen Back to the Future," Abel laughed, leaning till his head was laying over Chamuel's lap, turning his attention back to the screen.
"I didn't need to go to the future so I didn't watch it"
"It's not, like, a guide to getting to the future,"
"Imagine though, a car getting you to the future?" Donnie added, turning to look at them. His eyes bloodshot as he grinned.
"Abel you'd take the Corvettie to the future," Chamuel mused
"It's a Corvette! I'd take that car anywhere," He agreed, sighing loudly, "Love that hunk of metal."
Chamuel glanced down at the slayer, eyes tracing the few freckles that dotted his face and neck, before settling on his tired, stoned eyes. He jumped as the feeling of his phone vibrating broke his thoughts, pulling his phone from his pocket he narrowed his eyes at the unknown number.
"Someones calling me from New York," Chamuel slurred out
"Answer it!" Abel scrambled into a sitting position, "Maybe we won something,"
"Yeah that idiot award," Chamuel teased, clicking the green button on the screen and holding the phone up.
Abel pushed his ear against the phone, his and Chamuel's cheeks being shoved together causing the angel to chuckle. He found Abel didn't have many personal space bubbles, in fact the man was often touching everyone and everything.
"Hello?" Chamuel laughed into the phone,
"Cham?"
Nathan's voice caused his jaw to drop, "Nathan!?"
Abel leapt back, "Nate!" Abel shouted, causing Chamuel to scramble and drop the phone on the ground. Hanging it up by accident. the slayers locked eyes before diving at the phone. Abel grabbed it, causing Chamuel to huff as Abel punched the angel's password into the screen and opened it. Almost immediately the phone lit up with another phone call, same number.
"Nathan!" Abel shouted into the cell.
Donnie was watching with a curious look on his features, pushing the headphones down so he could hear what was happening.
"Abel! Chamuel?" Nathan spoke into the phone.
"Where are you?" Chamuel asked as Abel flipped the phone to speaker.
"New York in--" Nathan sounded as if he were talking to someone, "Manhattan,"
"That's where we were heading," Chamuel breathed, his words slightly slurred.
"Whoa...man, what a weird coincidence," Abel whispered to Chamuel, the whites of his eyes bright red.
"Are….you guys okay? You sound...drunk?" Both men shared a look of horror,
"He knows," Chamuel whispered,
"No he doesn't he said drunk, not high," Abel pointed out
"I can hear you," Nathan said
"Look, I'm sending you an address, get here asap! I need talk to you both,"
"Wait, where were you?" Chamuel blurted out, Donnie had leapt off his chair and jumped down beside his friends so he could hear the older slayer better.
"I don't…" Nathan sighed, there was the sound of murmuring, "Look just get here, too much happened and I don't have time to explain on the phone,"
"Are you, like, okay?" Abel asked, looking at the phone as if it had grown a second head. "Well, I'm not dead," Nathan huffed, irritation danced in his soft voice. "Just get here, okay?"
"You got it, Nate, we're still a few days out though,"
"A few days? Me and Gil would drive all night to get where we needed to go," Nathan said
"Well we got...uh, other problems to work on," Abel replied
"Hi I'm other problems!" Donnie shouted, causing Abel to chuckle and push his hand into his friends face
"Whose that?" Nathan asked,
"We gotta lot to talk about, Nate," Abel replied nervously.
"Well just get here asap! I...might need some help soon,"
"Is anyone in trouble?" Abel asked, his mind wandering as he attempted to keep his mind on the phone call.
"Yes...no…" Nathan sighed, "Look guys, things are getting weird. Demons are...turning into these beasts? They're...I've seen so many! In my day demons just looked like people but now?! They can have horns, wings!"
Chamuel and Abel shared a look, "Don't they always have that?" Abel asked
"No!" Nathan practically shouted into the phone, the sound of someone sucking air through a straw could be heard before Nathan slapped something out of someones hand, "Stop, I swear to God," He whispered to his companion.
"Demons-- back in the day!" Nathan shouted back into the phone, perplexed, "Sure it happened! Sometimes! You know, angel wings mostly! Sometimes demon wings but this? This is something else!"
"Nathan you sound freaked! Want me to set you up? I got loads growing in the backyard!" Donnie called out, he leaned against the back of the couch.
"Who is this again? Set me up? Are you offering me drugs?"
"Look Nathan, we're coming! Are you safe?" Abel interrupted.
"Well-- I think," Nathan said, Abel could hear him speaking through his teeth.
"Great! We'll be there soon, just don't die!"
The sound of Nathan slapping his pants in frustration could be heard, "Fine, just-- don't take too long! Things are getting crazy and...honestly I'm shocked you two aren't dead,"
The group chatted for a few more minutes before hanging up, Abel leaned back into the couch. He knew it'd take them extra time to get to Nathan, anytime Chamuel angel'd up he was too drained to do anything and Abel could only stay awake so long. Shaking his head he pulled out his cell,
"Gimme that number he called us from,"
Chamuel nodded, holding out the phone to Abel who glanced over it for a few hearts beats. Typing it into his contacts with a grin,
"Cool, thanks,"
Cham nodded, leaning against him, "Okay, who's up for ordering dessert?" he asked, attempting to break the tension.