Heaven's Hell (currently paused)

Eight sphere

"So ... what do you want to do?"

If Louis was honest, the sight of Caspian, sitting relaxed in his seat opposite him sipping his milkshake, irritated him. He just did not fit here. They were sitting in a café, not necessarily, what Louis meant by "let's have a meal first", but Caspian turned out to be a sweet tooth.

And he drew looks. Fortunately, this time, not because he terrorized tourists, but because he looked so flawless and beautiful. His blond hair shone in the fading sunlight and muscles bulged under the shirt that he was wearing and made fascinating movements when he moved. Maybe it was clichéd, but Louis did not mind.

Caspian sighed and played with the straw. "To be honest, I don't know. I obviously can't count on the help of the Church." His eyes grew sharp. "But I need a holy weapon. It doesn't even have to be a sword ... I can fight with daggers too."

Louis cleared his throat when an older man gave them a strange look. "I don't think there is a blacksmith here, right?" "Uh, no," replied Louis, biting his lower lip, "you could get knives." "I'm supposed to hunt demons with kitchen knives? Louis, I really appreciate your sense of humour and that you give me this drink, the name of which I've forgotten, but that's ridiculous."

Caspian looked frustrated and that worried Louis. Sure, Caspian was pessimistic and grumpy, but not frustrated. "Also, since I'm obviously not as blatant as a fallen angel as I used to be, the weapon must be blessed." Caspian vigorously drank the last of the strawberry milkshake. "I don't know if you have a priest as a buddy besides a demon, but it would be helpful."

"Amazingly not. Sorry to disappoint you," growled Louis. "But as you mention him ... maybe Rem could know something about it? I mean ... he's been living in the human world for a long time."

"I'm sure he is as far away from holy weapons as possible," said Caspian, raising an eyebrow, but something flashed in his eyes. Louis smiled at him. "Questions don't cost anything. We'll get you a weapon, Caspian, I promise." And it seemed to have helped somehow, because Caspian's shoulders relaxed a little and he ordered another milkshake.

-

The sun had set when Caspian and Louis made their way back. Caspian was annoyed to ask a demon for help. Mostly because he somehow used this weapon to kill his ... family or however the demons were all related, but last time Rem did not look like he was keen to meet other demons.

Louis' smile had looked so honest that Caspian had somehow believed that everything would be fine again. He missed his home very much. Sure, not everyone was nice there and most of the time everyone argued or he flew around the human world and killed demons, but he missed the little things. Joking with Uriel. To train with the other angels. To fly.

He felt... lonely. Admitting that was pitiful.

He suppressed a sigh because this self-pitying fuss was not his style and followed Louis up to his apartment. They were greeted by a hiss, followed by a loud purr, and he watched Louis stroke the stubborn cat over the head.

"Say...," said Louis, as if he had read his mind, "Do you miss someone up there? Like a friend? A ... partner?" He had said the last softly, but Caspian had not missed it. "I have a good friend in heaven. His name is Uriel," he replied. Louis' eyes widened like saucers. "Like in "Archangel Uriel"? Oh my goodness ... you two are friends?"

Caspian nodded. "Yes. Better ... were. I am not sure. I can't reach anyone anymore." When he saw Louis' question mark on his face, he said: "We can actually communicate with each other using telepathy. But nobody answers me anymore." He swallowed, but luckily, Louis did not notice, "Maybe it's just because of my current ... condition."