Short stories!

Prompt

"I was wondering how you comb your hair so the horns won't show." The angel questions, folding his arms as his wings fold to match his mood.
The demon almost laughs, before ruffling the angels hair, "I would ask you how you hide your halo, but I don't care really care. Also, why the hell are your wings out on earth? Unlike you I actually try to disguise myself." The demon waves the angel off, directing his attention to the underaged kid in the liquor store nearby.
The angel huffs, clearly fed up by the demons behavior. He shakes his head, "It's too dark here for anyone to even notice them. Your wings on the other hand, are also staring to show. What are you getting excited about?"
The demon tilts his head back over to the angel, shaking his head, "It's none of your business, Why are you still here? I have nothing to give to you. Plus the," The demon pauses, sticking out his tongue and fanning his nose, "The 'heavenly' smell your giving off is sickening- Yuck- Even saying that tastes weird."

The angel rolls his eyes, "I've been assigned to watch what your doing and stop anything that seems out of hand. That's all. So the comment on my heavenly fragrance was not necessary."
The demon almost looks insulted, wine red eyes growing wide, black bat-like wings unfolding themselves and frantically flapping to match the demons movements, as he exclaims, "So your basically stalking me?! And what do you mean 'out of hand'?! I'm a demon this shit is my job! Who even thought of this idiotic shit-"
"God brought it up with Lucifer. Satan was surprisingly fine with us messing with his son. So how about introductions? I'm angel number thirty four, but you can call me Theo, as that is my name." The angel- Theo- Concludes, holding out his hand for the demon to shake.
The demon looks down at the hand, still holding his fierce gaze. The demon rolls his eyes and again directs his attention to the kid who exited the liquor store. This time with a demon following behind.
He sighs, taking the angels hand, "Slate. If your gonna work with me, can you not be a pain in my ass? I'll show you how things work here on Earth, but I'm not helping you. I'll show you some available apartments near mine, but that's also my job, so think nothing of it." The demon- Slate- snarls, rudely snatching his hands back as his wings dissipate into black air, before disappearing completely- No trace they were even there. He looks behind him, making sure to tuck his tail into his pants and ruffling his messy black hair, hiding his horns.

Slate almost walked out the alley way, before turning around sharply and looking Theo up and down. Theo raises an eyebrow, before furrowing them and frowning, "Is something the matter?"
Slate walks towards him quickly, "Don't talk so formally. It's Two thousand 'n eighteen. We're in Chicago- Not London."
"Not everyone in London speaks formally-"
"Have you been there?"
"No but-"
"So you can't speak truthfully. Hide your halo- Shove it up your ass or somethin'" Slate commands, completely serious as he plucks a feather off Theo's white wings, causing him to flinch, "Hide these too- Literally just look human, it's not that hard." Slate sighs as Theo struggles, folding and unfolding his wings. He looks at Slate questionably.
Slate groans, "I'm not sure how it works on you angels, but think of- eh. I don't know- Shit-" Slate grumbles.
Theo notices another demon jumping down from the window of an apartment, his dark purple wings unfolding before he hits the ground.
Slate looks at the demon, suddenly looking excited as his tail pops up from under his pants and starts to sway, "Otis! Help me teach this idiot how to hide and show his wings."

The purple winged demon folds his wings, walking around Theo in a predatory manner, letting out a low hum of interest, He pulls down the black medical mask he was wearing, "I didn't know You were hanging with Angels, Slay. Who this?" The demon- Otis- Questions, stopping behind Theo to pull his wings. Theo's frowns deepens, "Guys I don't think-"

"His name is Theo. Number thirty four. He's gonna stalk me basically." Slate picks at his teeth. Otis hums again.
"Ya want me to teach him wing shiz? Got it got it. Do you maybe-"
"I'm not paying you, Otis. Teach the angel, idiot." Slate huffs.

"I'll let you off this time- But next time you want my help ya better pay up." Otis' toon changes as he pulls Theo's wings to see his wingspan. He hums in satisfaction, "These are some pretty healthy wings here~ I-"

"Your getting off track, O." Slate interrupts, leaning on the wall and texting on his phone.
"Ya ya. Now- What's your name? Theo was it? Ya- Focus on your wings," Otis runs his pointer along the top of the wing.
Theo frowns more and flaps his wings quick and fast, Scaring Otis and causing him to bounce up and fly up, sighing when he realized there was no problem and flying back down.
"Don't do that, Thee. We gotta teach you somehow- Slate!" Otis shouts, causing Slate's pupils to turn into red cat-like slits, before he calms down,
"Don't shout so loud- What's up? You can't teach h'm?"
"Nah nah- Show him how you do it. It's different for everyone. Slate likes to go magically and kinda weird." Otis pats Theo's shoulder.

Slate again, shows his wings and flapping them, before they dissipate into black air- The black air then mixes with the regular clear air, and fades. Slate continues to text.

"Depending on your magic, your wings fade differently or some shit- I don't know. Just- just do it. I don't-" Otis ends that mix of a sentence with a shrug.

Theo closes his eyes and imagines his wings fading into air. He imagines them gracefully turning into golden flower petals and flowing away with the wind. When he opens his eyes, His wings were in fact gone, And Slate looked impressed, Otis claps.

"That was pretty cool. I'm guessing you don't know what happened, But they kinda- Burned? And turned into ash- That's now gone." Otis explains, making weird hand movements. Theo's happy with this- and nods.

Slate waves his hand suddenly, pushing himself off the wall and putting his phone back into the pocket of his faded black jeans, "Cool Otis, You can leave now. I got it from here."
Otis rolls his eyes and pulls his medical mask up again, "I didn't expect you to say thanks, anyway." He unfolds his wings and flys back up to his apartment window, grabbing onto the ledge as his wings burst- almost like a bubble that had popped. He climbs into the window.

Slate walks back over to Theo, analyzing him again, trying to see if he was suitable or not. He nods, deciding that it's fine- before stopping mid-nod and whistling an oddly specific toon. Otis peeks his head out the window, "What's up?!"
"I need some clothes." Slate shouts, cracking his knuckles as his black nails grew and looked oddly like claws. Slate cuts off Theo's angelic robe-like outfit. "This dress will not do. This is Chicago! Not fucking heaven!" Slate shouts, throwing the dress on the dirty ground. Theo cringes.

Otis looks back inside the apartment, looking back out and staring at Theo, before coming out and throwing down a white hoodie, black pants and white converse. "That's all I have that seemed to suit him. Don't call for me again, I'm doin shit." Otis waves his hand in a dismissive manner and closes his window.

Slate catches the bundle of clothes and hands them to Theo, before casually walking out the alley way. "Put those on then come on. I got shit to do."

Theo was suddenly regretting volunteering for this position.