The Devil's Love

||. Chapter 27: What say you, Angelo? .||

The familiar café bell rung, dragging Jon back to his senses. He met Angelo's figure who took a glance over his direction before handing his bag towards Ansel who gladly accepted it. Jonathan noticed how bright Ansel's smile would be each time Angelo stood close to her. They were both meant for each other. Angelo's dark eyes were much softer around her and Jonathan swore it was love that changed the elder. He watched the lovers exchanged words for a few minutes. Jonathan knew it would be selfish to rob Angelo off his happiness, but there were things the elder had to settle and make up his mind. Jon feared about his vision the minute Angelo arranged his steps carefully towards his direction. 

If his visions were true and Angelo is still not keen on helping, both mortals and immortals will lose their place. Hell would be set loose. No creatures would be held back. The demons who once abide by their rules would run amok. Guardians will have a hard time keeping everyone in place and the angels would turn against one another because of their distrust. At the thought of that, Jonathan was no longer sure he could live past to see what the world would be. He brushed his fingers across his sketch gently before looking up at the rustling sounds from the chair.

"How have you been?" Angelo questioned cheerfully and slumped himself on the chair opposite Jonathan. "Do you have a vision again, Jonathan? You look stoned."

Angelo's eyes narrowed towards the sketch and Jon swore he saw the elder flinched at the sight of it. He reached out grabbing the sketch in his palms, squeezing it tightly in his grip.

"I do have a vision," Jonathan answered calmly. "But, first, I want to apologize for insisting on your return. I am aware that I have no right to do so. I overlooked my worth. I apologize that I held grudges against you for that. You were choosing a path best for yourself and you deserve to have a chance to make your own choices. I am truly sorry."

Jonathan looked out of the window. Part of him felt ashamed of himself. After decades of having Angelo protecting him, he was almost tempted to ask Angelo to return like the selfish angels. Only when Angelo chuckled, he relaxed. He felt Angelo shifted from his seat and ruffled his hair. Jonathan chuckled, recalling the moments he used to joke around with the elder in between their home.

"Calm down, child," Angelo assured. "You are still young. There are lots of things you are still learning. We learn as long as we live. You were just voicing out your opinions the other day," said Angelo clasping his palms together before the atmosphere turned serious. "Now, what is your vision about? I am not going to lie to you, but I am preparing myself for the worse since I met Carson a week ago. All arrogant and ready to bring down Earth."

"You met Carson?!" Jonathan exclaimed in high whispers, earning unwanted glares and attention from the customers at the opposite table. "Angelo, are you crazy? That man is a whole level of danger and you let him walk in here?"

Angelo nodded, circling his fingers on his pants.

"Yes, I did. Chasing him off does not look like an option. At least now, after seeing him so close, I know that he is drawing power from somewhere. His soul might have healed completely, Jon, but his body is still mending. There are bits and pieces of rotten skin. Carson is gaining strength from someone very loyal to him," stated Angelo seriously. "I know no angel would be on his side, but he is healing quickly."

"Then, we must act quickly. We must find him and destroy him before he starts messing with us. Earth is about to burn in a few months, Angelo. You tell me you have seen Carson, so I am sure that the few months will now be weeks. As a start, we cannot let Carson destroy Earth. This place will be our next Hell and when I saw Hell, we don't get to rule it, Angelo. He's bringing the fight down on Earth, turning this place into the next Hell. Carson needs to be found," Jonathan said firmly, his fist tight onto the crumpled sketch and straightened his back. "Aside from that, have you tell Ansel the truth about who you are? I am so close to bursting out your identity."