Race to the Antichrist (A MCYT Angels AU)

Chapter 1: Christ, it's the Antichrist!

In any normal circumstance, an angel and demon would duel at the site of each other, this was not a normal circumstance.

"Let me get this straight, neither of our sides know who the antichrist is? Your joking," Bad, an ironically named demon disguised as a human, spoke while taking a bite from a chocolate eclair.

They sat at a small table outside in a small corner bakery so elegantly called, "Heavenly Delights" and was on Lucifer Lane. It was such on odd coincidence that Bad was sure the owners named it Heavenly Delights just for the irony.

Skeppy, the angel that named himself so because he thought it sounded nifty, appeared much more calm then his devilish counterpart. However, he was in as much stress as Bad, his sunglasses hiding his despair.

The angel before him took a sip of coffee before answering, "At least we know it's either Tomathy or Toby."

Bad wore a practical outfit, a simple black shirt with a red jacket on top and joggers. Skeppy, on the other hand, wore something more mainstream, with a navy-blue bell sleeves with a white tank top underneath and a pair of jorts.

Bad slouched back on his chair and sighed, "Geppy, Techno and I-"

Skeppy interrupted, "Techno? You mean the guy who started the Great Fire of London? That Techno?"

"Don't interrupt me! But yes, that Techno. We're both going to be down on earth for the antichrist. I'm going to be with Tom and he's with Toby."

Skeppy rose his hand for a high-five, "Hell yeah! I'm also with Tommy too! That Wilbur dude's gonna be Toby."

Bad returned the high-five but looked confused, "Tommy?"

Skeppy rolled his eyes, "Toby and Tomathy sounds yucky, but Tommy and Toby has a ring to it!"

Bad and Skeppy knew each other since heaven, before the Great Fall of hundreds of angels. Bad ended up messing with the other side and pratfell into hell.

Even on opposite sides, they maintained their friendship, even if it meant keeping it in secret. After all, Skeppy owed everything to Bad ever since the Great Fall.

Skeppy rose from his seat and threw his cup at a nearby trash can, which completely missed. Bad picked it up and threw it along with his wrapper.

"What are we waiting for? The antichrist's waiting!" Skeppy yelled as he was already walking towards his brightly-blue colored Ford.

"Supposed antichrist!" Bad corrected before scurrying along with the angel.

In any normal circumstance, an angel and demon would not be talking to each other about the antichrist in Heavenly Desserts on Lucifer Lane and then leave to go to the (supposed) antichrist's home, but this was not a normal circumstance.