Caz's eyes softened as he looked back at Zack. He smiled slightly. "Not long, three hours at most," He said, really thinking about this. Caz didn't really care about his well being and wouldn't have minded if the blight took him over and turned him into whatever- but now that he had taken a fancy to Wings, he was much more conscious about himself and his well being.
Zack's words replaying in his head. It made him happy for some reason. He chuckled a little as he petted the small demon. "Don't worry too much about me Wings, it's not…" it's not a big deal "it's not something I can't handle…I hope" He said, turning again, this time to leave. "Help yourself to anything you see around the house" His voice resounded against the walls as went to the front door.
“But there is nothing around the house,” Zack whimpered softly as he padded uselessly after Caz, his eyes round with concern. He hoped once the Angel returned, he’d tell him what was going on. Now the Demon was afraid of being left alone without Caz, even for a few hours. Besides, Zack didn’t like being alone in the first place. What would he do? Probably hide, to be honest. Because he knew all sorts of whosits and whatsits would come looking for whoever killed Jasper, and if they saw him… They’d blame him. And without Caz to protect him, Zack was weak under divine Angel control.
Nevertheless, Zack accompanied Caz to the door, still deeply concerned and now feeling anxious about the whole thing.
“You said three hours, right?”
Caz noted the sad and scared look on Zack's face, but decided to brush it away, not wanting to feel anymore guilty than he already did. I know.. He meant to say, but couldn't.
"Yes…three hours at most" he said softly. Caz was already halfway through the door when he froze. He felt something getting closer…
Usually angels could feel when other of their kind were around and what Caz felt as not one or two or five-
It was a whole ass squadron of them.
He sucked in a shaky breath. They had found him.
"Change of plans. We gotta go. Now." He said firmly as he walked back into his room. Caz quickly grabbed his bookbag that was laying on the floor and shoved a decently sized cardboard box into it. Can had all his saving in there, so when he moved out of the dump he would have something to help him arrange the move. But this was an emergency and he didn't have the luxury of thinking about the new place he could of gotten- screw that.
Caz seemed to panic as time dragged on and he gathered his stuff- some heavenly valuables that couldn't be left on earth for humans to discover- they would eventually be useful against the one thing they were designed to be used by.
Caz was determined to not get killed. The angels were brutal and just thinking about the possible punishments they might put him through made him shiver- but his real concerned lied on the small demon at his side.
He wouldn't let them have him.
Zack was nearly about to follow Caz out the door, and use his little willpower he had left to demand where the Angel was going, but suddenly he turned around, almost heaving Zack with him as the tiny Demon struggled to get out of the way fast enough. Thankfully he was able, but Zack had to scoot quickly across the apartment to see what was going on.
“Wh-wait, wh? Caz, why are you packing?” Zack sounded panicked and agitated, his wings fluttering in little boughs of quivers and shaking in his anxiety. Zack stood near the door, unsure whether or not he should get in the way. He nosed the air carefully, as though smelling for whatever could be making Caz act so sporadic. He found nothing— other than that gross decaying smell— so this just panicked Zack more. Something was really wrong, and this sudden feeling of terseness brought the formerly relaxed atmosphere to a thick one. Zack found himself struggling under thr face of silence, unable to breathe.
Caz paused as he thought of the stuff he need. Did he get everything?
He looked back at Zack, he looked into his eyes desperately trying to find something. "THey're coming Wings- the angels, they must have found out- or are coming to investigate. We can't stay here anymore or we'll be dead before we know it- or at least wish we were." He stared at Zack with a sad apologetic look. "I'm really sorry I've dragged you into this- it wasn't my intention-" He tried to explain but couldn't as his mind failed to find the right words to say.
"I'll-" and there was a crash in the kitchen- as if someone had smashed through the window. Caz's heart raced. "Let's go-" He said, grabbing Zack's hand and pulling him through the room to the window by his bed.
Caz struggled for a while to open it since it hadn't been opened for decades but finally got it.
"Search every inch of this place. CAZ I know you're here, don't try to escape." You could hear a strong voice say as the heavy footsteps neared the door of Caz's room.
The angel kicked the door open to find no one inside.
Aaron- an ill-tempered blond-haired and green-eyed angel stepped through the door frame, he hard sharp features as his gaze scanned the room.
He sighed as he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth.
Aaron wasn't your typical angel- he was a fallen one. He didn't live in heaven or in hell- just earth. He didn't get much respect from others but when it came to searching for things, he was always called. He was good at it since he didn't have his "celestial" powers binding him to their creator- God.
Caz's breath was heavy and fast as he dragged Zack through the forest. His hand was gripping Zack's so hard that one might have thought he was scared of losing him- and he was to an extend.
After a while, he stopped and let go, taking a moment to breathe.
"I'm…so….sorry" He said through huge gulps of air. "I didn't feel them- I didn't hear them until they were already there, I-"
Then it dawned on Caz. It meant they were concealing themselves because they knew he was a traitor- killing off a high tier angel and running off with a demon? What were they supposed to think?
Caz sat, feeling defeated and lost. What was he supposed to do now?
Zack wasn’t exactly hard to drag, especially once the crash of the kitchen window startled him into attentiveness through his anxieties. His heart thrummed wildly like a bird trapped in a cage when he heard and felt the thumps of footsteps on the ground, but his ears refused to hear anything else.
Before he knew it, he was in the sky, dangling. He wasn’t entirely sure how he got there, but his wings sprung into action, wildly flapping so his weight could be controlled as they moved rapidly to the edge of the city, which thankfully wasn’t far. He felt like he was running and half-flying forever. His breath had left him ages ago, when Caz had first alerted him what was going on, so he found himself stumbling and his vision blacking out.
He felt the ground beneath his startled, dragging feet slope and fall at random intervals, telling his tired, whirring mind that they weren’t in the city anymore. The loss of warm sunlight on his face suggested they were under a canopy of shade; They were in a forest. Zack collapsed into a sweaty pile the moment they stopped, panting heavily, his large, heavy wings quivering on either side of his small form. His breath rasped heavily in his throat, his heartbeat racing in his ears, and his entire body feeling as if he had just set himself on fire. He considered himself to be quite fit (one had to be), but runs as long as that one without flying was extremely exhausting and painful to endure.
(okay, lets uhhh backtrack for a second here because i kind of forgot where we were going with this- what do you wanna do after this cause i just reached a wall called writer's block)
(uhhh well they just escaped, so maybe they run into the problem of actually escaping the angels for a while, then the problem of how to get to Hell comes up? bc they have to go to a certain place and they can’t do that without running into angels. and romance, maybe.)
(hmmmm aight, so basically they keep running because they got the angels on their asses- maybe even get some close calls- but meanwhile that is happening, they are trying to get to hell- i think i can work with that- 😁)
Caz really wanted to stay for a little longer to rest- they both needed the break after that adrenaline-inducing run, but they just couldn't stay this close to the apartment. It may have seemed like they ran really far but they were still close enough that the angels may be able to catch them before they knew it. Caz was a really paranoid thing, especially when it came to being on the run- the feeling felt familiar but he couldn't pinpoint the memory of ever feeling this way before.
He got up. "Wings, I know you're tired- I'm too but we have to keep going, they'll be in here in no time and they might catch us-" He said. Caz felt really really bad for Zack, but he couldn't really do anything but try and comfort him.
Caz hugged the smol demon tightly. "…really sorry…" he seemed to mumble as he pulled away.
(ye sorry I can’t offer more :p)
Zack groaned softly as he was picked up into a hug, even his tired, deadweight was too light to be possible. His chest still heaved, his lungs struggling to pick air back up. It felt as if he were going to suffocate if he kept running any more. His wings shivered slightly as Caz pulled away, barely supporting himself on his shaky legs once again. He tried to speak, but they came out as exhausted wheezing. His intention was to ask where they were going to go next, but random hand gestures came out instead. He leaned on Caz for physical support, his shaking breaths moving him down to his core. It felt as if he were to try and do anything except breathe, he’d overwhelm himself and topple over.
Though, a few minutes of agony passed, and he was more or less able to speak: “Where… where will we go next?” He wheezed, unable to say more than that.
(it's alrighty XD i'm just running low on juice my dude, my depresso sucks everything outta me, but i is trying my best !)
Caz thought about this. There were only two ways they could go from here. One, to Jest, who could possibly help him with his wings- and two, to hell, where he could safely protect Zack. Caz already knew which one he would choose. the latter.
"To your place" He mumbled. "The hell- or whatever you called it earlier, " He said, trying to recall what Zack had said but to no avail.
"But…" Caz started. "I have to do something about the thing on my back.." He said, trying to keep his voice even but not being able to hold back the emotion in his throat. "Well, it doesn't matter- I'll take you back home and then I'll do something about the wings, then I'll return to protect you- it's a promise after all" He smiled. "And that's the plan…I'm not sure if you had any other ideas though, I mean, would you like to go somewhere? We're kind of on the run right now but if there is something you need…" Caz trailed off. "Then I could maybe make it happen"
(same lmao, but I believe in you!!!)
Zack flexed his jaws into a big yawn, slowly standing back up to support himself as he listened to Caz talk to himself. At the change of emotion, Zack would glance up with concern in his grey eyes, still leaning against Caz slightly. The Angel was much more built than he was, so it was quite warm in the spot he found closer to Caz’ chest.
“I don’t think it’s smart we should go anywhere else,” Zack said slowly, his nose moving back and forth in the air as he talked and thought. “I think it’ll be hard enough to get to where we need to go in order to get to Draa-Mora. Which is… my home in my language. We don’t really want to call our homeland something negative…” He tilted his head up to watch Caz for a few moments, his brow wrinkled in slight concern for him, yet at this point, Zack was convinced that worry would never cease to leave his face and eyes.
“I can fly us there, to where we need to go, but it’s kinda far from here, and I don’t want Angels to be able to see us. And we need to fly pretty high, so we can even get remotely close to where we need to be. So we’ll be pretty visible….”
(thank you and sorry for da delay XD)
Caz pondered this. "So…bascially we're stuck…" He said, his voice trailing off. "Great." He said flatly.
The angel wondered how long it would take for the angels to come after them- get back on their track if they stayed where they were. "I guess we'll have to walk then- we've got no other choice because we can't really risk flying there and getting caught" He patted Zack's head.
Caz looked down at Zack's concerned face. "Don't worry- we won't get caught. I think. I mean, as long as we keep moving we should be okay" He nodded firmly, but Caz seemed to space off a little.
The angel that had entered their room at their last-minute escape sent shivers down Caz's spine. He had had a bad experience with said angel and never thought he'd see that face again, but here they were.
"Anyways, come on, we better get walking.." He muttered, huffing like a little kid who didn't want to clean his room. Caz started to walk but then shortly after, stopped. "Wait. Where is this Draa-Mora place again? I'm not too familiar since I was never sent there to get you guys" He said, turning to the demon again.
(hey man it’s no problemo)
“Yeah.” Zack didn’t want to agree, but it was the truth. Zack rubbed the back of his head as they both thought in silence. He started a little when his head was pat, blinking a couple times before glancing up slightly when the Angel spoke again.
Walking?
That didn’t really sound like a good idea, honestly. Zack sucked up into his thoughts, thinking on what would happen. The entrance of his homeland was at least a few days’ travel, but not even Zack knew where they had landed, so he wouldn’t be able to navigate without getting a map or some sort of high ground to see where they were for him to even give instruction.
At this very moment, he was quite lost. Zack still rubbed the back of his head, biting his lip with his sharp teeth.
“I don’t know where we are, though,” He admitted quietly when Caz turned back to him. Zack hadn’t plodded after the other.
Caz stopped and seemed to be at a loss for words himself. If Zack didn't know know where to go then how in the world where they going to get there- Caz himself had never been there. Angels weren't allowed unless they were on some business for "god". Which now that he thought about it sounded sketchy as fuck.
"Damn, yeah. Um well, how about we go visit one of my good friends? I'm sure you'll get along with him and he'll probably point us in the right direction since he's been on this planet for more time than he would have liked" Caz chuckled a bit.
Okay so, he wasn't exactly good friends with the guy, only knew him since they had one had a job together- but at least he knew the guy well enough to know that he'd do him a favor if he paid for it. He was sort of a troublemaker in his world, everyone knew of him either by personal experience or just plain rumors. "Though it is a long way out…we could take a train or a bus but I unfortunately don't think I have enough to get a ride back so it would be a one way trip"
He looked over at Zack again, his eyes always wandered whenever he talked, he couldn't seem to hold eye contact. "That okay? We might have to walk the rest of the way if we do"
“Well, I know where it is. I just have no idea where we are,” Zack attempted to explain himself further, but his point was obviously getting buried under the lack of context from his side. It was sort of hard to give instruction for a place that the Angel barely knew existed, yet there was Zack, probably the most incompetent Demon in the world, possibly ever, trying to explain it. Zack knew where it was, it was his home, but explaining it was extremely hard. He just… knew.
“We could do your thing, though,” He chirruped hastily in agreement with the Angel, moving closer to him again. That gross smell tickled his nostrils again. “Do you know where he is from here? Walking’s probably the best way to attack it, I think.” It sounded as if he had made the decision, but he put no force behind it, expecting it to be usurped.
Caz looked miserable to say the least- maybe even sickly. He looked way paler than before. "oh, we uh, we're in Kansas- i think-, i haven't checked in a long time. All I know is that we're somewhere on earth, though it seems more like a punishment for me" he said sarcastically- well, maybe he wasn't that sick if he was still making sarcastic jokes.
"Walking huh?" Caz repeated. He felt like if he walked for anymore than two miles he would collapse, but he agreed anyways. "No, yeah, that's a great idea, I'd love to walk.." And this time he wasn't being sarcastic, he was just saying the first thing that came to his mind. It might as well have been scrambled at this point.
(wanna skip to when they get there? it's kind of like a place hidden in the mountains)
(ye sure, do you want me to start?)
(sure ! i would like that v much!)
(appears in a puff of smoke 100% forgot this existed hold on)
It felt as if they had been walking for years. Zack wanted to keep going for longer than 24 hours, his nimble, small Demon body enabling such energy. Despite absolutely loving sleeping, Zack could live without it for longer than a week if necessary.
But he wasn’t sure about his Angelic friend, who seemed to be struggling with more than just walking to this place. So for Caz’ sake, Zack took breaks relatively often and made sure to take care of the Angel, too. He scrounged the forest for water and berries for the pair of them, making Caz eat when the Angel was reluctant to do so. Zack wasn’t entirely sure about an Angel’s eating pattens, but seeing someone not eat for an extended amount of time really spooked him.
Though, through those days, they made it to the hidden place in the mountains. Zack thanked whatever hellish god there was that they made it without one of them dying on the way, his concern for Caz had been growing more and more the further they walked.
(lmaoo all good, me too, i might get a little choppy with my replies though since im on new medication not that i was consistent with my replies anyways shdbldjkl f)
Caz was on a thin line between life and death. How they had made it? That was beyond him. Caz wanted to believe that god had been the one to help, but all things considered, it didn't seem like it. Though Caz was thankful for the small demon that helped him on the way here. H felt guilty though. Terribly guilty. This was his fault. If he hadn't done the things he had done, Zack wouldn't be in this situation.
Every bit of his actions had brought him here, even his thoughts. "Sorry…" He muttered with whatever last breath of air he had left in his lungs, then he collapsed. It seemed as if though the black stuff on his wings had begun to infect his skin since black splotches of ink could be seen on his neck.
There was a low whistle that seem to come from everywhere. Then a male came out of his hiding spot with a grin on his face. "Looks like that one isn't going to make it." He commented as he analyzed the fallen angel. He then looked at Zack. "And who may you be?" He asked, standing up straight.
(I’m gonna be choppy for these next few weeks due to school wrapping up. Teachers are not being nice about it :[)
Zack stumbled with the weight of Caz, feeling a whimper rise in his throat like bile. Demons didn’t exactly whimper all the time, considering it showed immense weakness, but the absolute emotional turmoil of watching this Angel die seemed to wrench Zack’s heart.
He started at the new voice, his eyes big and afraid as he whimpered quietly to himself.
“Not-not gonna make it?” He repeated softly, almost child-like. “He has to. We came all this way, he said that you’d be able to help.” His big grey eyes almost pled to the other, desperation taking over his entire body and stealing what self-respect he had left. His heart thrummed wildly in his chest over the entire situation, and it felt as if the organ was trying to beat twice on behalf of Caz. This whole situation was so strange and foreign to him; his brain was struggling to even begin comprehending what would happen if Caz would end up dying like this.