The Rise and Fall

Frosted Anxiety

Chapter 23

As soon as they materialized in the lounge of their home, Angel rushed to push the couch out of the way of the widows and quickly forced the sheer curtains open, eyes wide as the city in the near distance quickly froze over; seeming to start where the lightning had struck due to the large spikes of ice that stood there.

The white frozen sheet drew closer, covering everything in its path. The ice and snow froze over Alastor's home, covering the entire exterior.

As soon as it froze over the window, Angel withdrew his hand and backed away from the window with a hiss of shock. It was cold. This wasn't normal. Even Angel knew that.

Turning to Alastor with wide eyes; expression of clear confusion and worry, and heavy breath that was now visible.
"What's happening...?"
He breathed out.
"Ed, I'm scared..."

This was Hell, a place that had been burning along with its sinners for... well, forever. Anything freezing on this scale was absolutely unheard of, or at least Alastor had not seen it in any of the books he'd read about the place they were exiled to for eternity. So why was this happening, how was it happening and how long would it last?
Those questions irked at the Radio Demon the most as he peered out the window until it froze over, with a frown, no smile present on his face. 

Turning to his lover, still seeing that distress of his, Alastor gently placed his hands on top of the spider's shoulders.

"Listen, my dear."
He began as calmly as he could, trying not to let his own worry show.
"I don't know what's happening. I'm not sure if this is the fault of another or something else, but I will find out. There's nothing to worry about for now, yes? The storm will most likely clear in a few hours. As for the ice? I'm not sure; but you're safe, Anthony."

Despite Alastor's fairly calm voice, Angel knew he was freaking out on the inside all thanks to their bond.

Holding the pig closer to himself, the spider set his upper set of hands on Alastor's forearms.
"Pretty sure everyone noticed by now, but you should alert the city..."
He stated, feeling his phone start buzzing wildly with notifications. He could hear Alastor's going off as well.

Alert the city. Yes, that was the most important thing as ruler, he supposed. Things could get messy if no one was informed of what was happening. Demons didn't like change, especially certain ones, Alastor knew that.

Taking out his own phone, it wasn't buzzing as much as Angel's, but there were a few confused texts from Molly and only Molly.
Probably because Alastor hadn't given his number away to anyone other than the twins.

Pulling the device from his pocket, Angel saw that there was a mix of 666 News, Molly, Vox, and a few of his employees.
His eyes moved over to the window again before he made his way to the front door.
Grabbing hold of the knob, Angel tried to open it, but the handle didn't move.

"I'm afraid everything out there is frozen over, my dear. There's no use going out unless you'd like to look like an eight-foot icicle."

"What do we do?"
Angel did his best to keep himself together as he backed away from the door.
His body was shaking from fear before, but now there was the cold only adding to that.
The arachnid's upper set of hands moved up to run through his hair in an attempt to ground himself and reduce his anxiety by even a pinch.

"I knew somethin' was coming but I didn't know it'd be this bad..."
He stated to himself as his back pressed against the wall in the hallway.
Angel's eyes couldn't focus on anything, his breathing becoming uneven and rugged.
He couldn't focus his thoughts, everything in his head now a hazy blur from the anxiety.