Heaven's Hell (currently paused)

Ninth sphere

"What do you mean he isn't at work?!" Caspian had not wanted to scream, but somehow that had slipped out of him.

Louis loved his job, he had told him that less than 24 hours ago. It was impossible for Louis to skip work. He immediately jumped up and opened all the doors to see if Louis might have fallen this morning or something like that.

"I mean it like I said it," Rem said dryly.

"Shut up!" Caspian picked Louis bed sheets apart. "Maybe he's on the way and just overslept?" Said Rem, and his calm voice made Caspian even angrier.

"Louis is an early bird. His coffee cup is on the sink, which means he has had time to drink his coffee. Two of them when I see the sugar cones. As every morning. And he took the red scarf with him that he only takes, when he knows, he'll be home late, because it gets cold. He left the house as always! "

"Do you realize that you sound like a stalker?" Caspian let out a frustrated snort. "Shut up! I'm serious, if you don't take this seriously right away, I'll tear your eyeballs out and feed them to your siblings." "Now you sound like a psychopath. I like that better."

Caspian heard a rustle as Rem probably changed position. "Okay, listen. I know Louis way to work by heart. I leave the office on an excuse and we meet at your apartment." Caspian blinked. "It's not our apartment!" A low beep told him that Rem had already hung up.                        That bastard.

Rushed, he changed and fed, albeit reluctantly, the beast that Louis had baptized Minnie. Not much later, the doorbell rang and Caspian opened it. However, Sabrina stood in front of it.

"Rem told me that Louis was gone somehow. I want to help with the searches," she said, coming into the apartment. Caspian made a face. He didn't feel comfortable dragging her in this mess.

Perhaps a higher demon had snatched up Louis. They may have been seen. Or the other angels did not approve of his behavior and wanted to punish him. He tugged his hair and paced up and down. Shit, what if he ran into a hell duke? It would make short work of Louis.

Stupid. He had been so stupid.

He had trusted Louis' promise that everything would be fine and let himself be lulled. He was comfortable. Had dragged Louis into all of this. And now his best friend was standing here, also in danger. "No no, you have to go Sabrina, right away. Please."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Her eyes narrowed. "Louis is my friend. I'll help where I can. You walk around like a frightened chicken." "I can only agree with that," said a voice behind them and Rem joined.

Caspian felt like he was going to explode. "Yes and I have every right to do so! How can you stay so calm?" "It's not the first time Louis has gone to an appointment and forgot to let the boss know," Rem replied, shrugging his shoulders. "He can be a little confused," Sabrina agreed. Caspian dropped his shoulders and shook his head. He gave up being upset. "Fine. Let's go."

"Maybe we'll find something to calm you down."

-

Louis was not at an appointment.

To be honest, he did not exactly know where he was. Blinking, he looked around and slowly his eyes got used to the dimmed light. It seemed like a warehouse ... no, it was too small for that. An empty house maybe?

"Hello?" He said softly, startled when he heard his scratchy voice that suddenly sounded too loud in his ears. He cleared his throat, but it was dry and felt sore. How did he get here? His head pounded and he groaned.

His memory was blurry. The last thing he remembered was that he had left the house and wrapped the red scarf. It was not too cold in the morning, but the scarf was soft - and matched his jacket. Anyway, he went around the corner and suddenly ... there was nothing.

He remembered darkly the cold asphalt on his cheek. Did he fall? No, it could not be. He felt the sharp burn on his temple and the back of his head. His right shoulder, which he had probably fallen on, also hurt. But becoming unconscious from a fall?

You really had to be unlucky to pull that off. In other words, yes, Louis was a candidate for it, but he actually paid attention to where he was going. Most of the time.

And how the hell had he ended up here? Tied to a wooden chair? Louis was trembling. He was cold. Even with a scarf. Or was he just trembling because he was afraid? He was not sure. "Hello? Can anyone hear me?" He cried, adding softly, "Please?"

The day had started really well. He had almost forgotten how nice it was to wake up next to someone. When he opened his eyes this morning, he had looked straight into Caspian's sleeping face. He looked almost peaceful if it were not for that slight frown.

Then he made his cup of coffee and looked outside. It was not raining today, but the trees had swayed in the wind. As a precaution, he had taken the scarf with him because he wanted to do some shopping after work. Caspian would eat his hair off his head.

He had wanted to cook spaghetti because Caspian loved spaghetti for some reason. Louis felt prickly and wanted Caspian to feel better. The last night had proven to him that Caspian was definitely not over the things that had happened to him, as he pretended to be.

But he could forget all of that now, because it looked like he was pretty deep in trouble. "I'm here." Louis' eyes widened as someone answered his calls. "Don't worry, I don't want to do anything to you," said the voice, approaching Louis from behind.

"I just want this monster to come out of your apartment so I can catch it."