When Trippze got outside, he breathed in deeply before sitting down on the pavement. "Fuckers." He muttered. Cassiel landed in the driveway, wings cupping the air. His wings where huge when spread all the way out, surprising when you get used to seeing them folded, even if they go from his chin to nearly brushing the ground. He folded them lazily, letting them droop before he noticed Trippze. He paused. "Hey, you good?" He asked gently, glancing back at the sky.
"Yeah, sure." Trippze said, staring at the ground. "That didn't sound very convincing." Cassiel said, walking over and sitting on the pavement step next to him. "Don't care." Trippze said. Cassiel went silent, just looking up at the stars. It was cloudy, but the moon still shone bright.
Eventually Trippze sat up, sniffing the air. "Food," was all he said before going inside. Cassiel watched him, still staring at the clouds for a moment longer before following him inside.
Firetail was already taking a knife to one of two chickens that sat in the stove, while Star and Az were just coming down the stairs. Galaxy was dragging plates out and Cassiel sat in the dining room, doodling into a sheet of paper.
Trippze grabbed a leg before sitting the the couch the rest of them grabbed food and sat at the dining table, except for Star who sat on the opposite end of the couch, and Gluzze who was skipping dinner.
Damien came up the stairs. "Where is the food? And if there's none left I'm killing you all." He asked. "There's more in the kitchen, Mom." Star said, gesturing to the counter. Trippze glanced at her. "Thankfully there is enough, though I wonder why he would care, considering his whole family is a bunch of cannibals." He stated. "The meat is too tough." Damien replied casually.
"Wait, is that true?" Star yelped, peering upside down from the couch to look back at Damien. "Yep." He replied. "Though Trippze over here is one too, he enjoys it way more though."
"I haven't eaten anyone in two years." Trippze shot back. Star looked highly uncomfortable. "Uhhh, keep up the good work." She replied, giving him a thumbs up. "You all do like you'd taste good." Trippze said, his smile growing. "No eating my friends." Damien told him firmly. "What the fuck is wrong with you all?" Firetail asked. "OwO tasty, huh?" Azreal commented loud enough for everyone down there to hear.
"Yes," Trippze said simply as Galaxy facepalmed. Azreal chuckled and finished, dumping the bones before disappearing upstairs. Star followed suit, but went down to the basement instead for find the daggers. Trippze went outside to fly around for a bit.
He soared high above the ground, close to the clouds. Ah, this is true freedom. He thought. "I kinda want a milkshake now." He pondered aloud. He flew down to the ground, landing outside of an restaurant.
He walked in, seeing it wasn't very busy. "A medium mint milkshake, please." He said before seeing the manager. "Why hello there, Susan." He said. She waved before going back to lake a shake.
He scrolled through his phone as he waited. But a minute later, Susan came back. "Sorry, we don't have any more ice cream." She said. Trippze looked up, a crazy smile appearing on his face. "Oh really, why don't you let me go check your storage." He said, already walking back behind the counter.
Susan started to look nervous. "There's really no need— sir you can't go back there—" Trippze found the storage and saw that they had ice cream. He unsheathed his sword. "You should've have lied to me." He said with a wide smile as he stabbed her. "You'll taste amazing."
He went through the restaurant, killing anyone he found while starting to munch on them. 'This is what happens to those who lie about milkshakes.' He wrote on the wall in blood before leaving to go back to the house, still covered in blood. He grabbed a blanket and fell asleep on the couch.
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Azreal shut his door, undoing the bandages to take a look at the cut marks. They were starting to fade, the black sand returning their edges. But for some reason it was happening a hell of a lot slower than it should have. He furrowed his brows, having an idea about why.
He pulled off his shirt, narrowing his eyes as he brushed some of his fur out of the way. There, written across his chest, were the scars of the symbols and runes that Jaguar had cut into him. He was confused; those were supposed to have disappeared a long time ago too. The only scars that were supposed to be there were that of his wings.
He shook his head. He would just have Cassiel heal him later, to get rid of the scars. He figured that he was simply weak from the years spent in the Laboratory, and his body was readjusting to being off suppressants. It will all be fine.
He redid the bandages with a new roll and headed downstairs to go outside. He needed some air. He left, throwing a 'bye cya in a minute' to Cassiel before going out the front door.
Once he was a good distance away from the house. he caught sight of a wondering soul. "Hello?" He called. They didn't turn. He walked faster. "Hey, come over here!" He called again, running up to them.
They turned. "You.... can see me?" They asked. "Of course!" Azreal smiled. He looked at their chest, which had their name, death date, and where they go after death. This one went to the sixth gate of heaven. He held out his hand. "You want to find home?" They looked at his paw for a second, noticing the bandages but took it anyways. "Yeah, I've been here for what seems like years." They replied shakily.
Azreal noticed they looked like they were on the verge of turning into a malicious spirit. He was glad he had found them just in time. He held up his hand to summon Trivia. It didn't work. "What..? Hold on." He tried again, but his hands shook. "What's going on? Aren't you supposed to be an angel?" He looked at them, starting to panic. "Uhhh, whatever you say. I.... I can't summon my scythe." He said. "Seriously? What kind of reaper are you? I just want to see my family, please-" they gripped his arm and he yelped in pain. Their grip was too tight. Unnatural, even.
"What? Are you supposed to be an angel? I don't understand, just take me home." Azreal stepped back. "I can't." "Then what was I taught all my life, a lie? Why can't I go?" Azreal gripped his head as they started to turn malignant, a red hue blurring their aura. "I'm sorry!" He yelled, trying to run away from the spirit turning poltergeist.
They grabbed his arm again, gripping harder this time. "Let me go." He growled. "Take me back first! I can't stand another day here, no one sees me but you!" "I can't!" He ripped his arm away, causing the bandages to peel off as he took off running. He made it back to the house again. He was a bit shook up, but otherwise okay. He went into his room, curling into the covers and falling asleep.
