Of Angels and Demons

Chapter 15

WARNING: Contains some mature and sexual themes.
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Eddie awoke with a light gasp.
When he last fell asleep, he fell into a dreamless slumber.
Slowly, he sat up.
He was alone.
However, memories came flooding through him.
He was alive...
... He was alive!
Eddie stumbled out of the bed, quickly heading to the bathroom.
He made it to the sink, looking himself over in the mirror.
How...
Curiously, he slowly lifted his shirt to examine the skin underneath.
There was nothing.
No stab wound. No blood.
No pain.
Was this just another dream?
If it was, he wished it would just stop.
One way to find out.
He left the room to explore.
There was a long hallway that led into another room.
It was decorated with couches, chairs, a tv and other necessities.
Where the fuck was he?
Suddenly, a strange but alluring scent wafted around him.
It made his stomach growl.
He ventured further, soon finding another room.
This was where the smell was coming from.
His heart fluttered in his chest at the familiar figure that was also in the room.
He didn't seem to notice him yet.
The angel was too focused an item that looked like a pan, which held the delicious smell.
Eddie slowly began walking towards him.
He wasn't sure how to approach, what to say...
Easy. Just whatever came to mind first.
"You're... cooking?" Eddie spoke up, voice a little croaky.
Richie paused what he was doing, before slowly turning to him.
He didn't look startled at all. More relieved.
It was silent for a long time between them.
Eddie changed his sights onto the pan behind him, "You might wanna check that."
Richie gave him a look of confusion, but turned to his line of focus.
He reacted quickly, turning down the heat, before scooping out a well burnt item with a spatula, laying it down onto a plate.
Eddie laughed as he closed the distance between them, getting a closer look at the food.
It was...
"So. Grilled cheese, huh? Where'd you learn that?" Eddie asked.
"The tv." Richie said in the most serious tone.
Eddie tried to contain another giggle, "Well, I think it turned out great."
"It looks nothing like the instructions said it should." Richie said.
Eddie rolled his eyes, "Please. Not everything on the tv is accurate. Besides..."
He picked up the slightly burned sandwich, taking a bite into it, "I like some things over-cooked. Gives it a bit more flavor, you know?"
Richie watched him as he ate away at the food.
A small smile formed.
It wasn't until Eddie finished the entire thing that he noticed the angels' eyes on him.
"What?"
"Nothing. I... How are you feeling?" Richie asked.
"I'm fine. I feel like... I feel good as new. How is that even possible? I remember what happened, I... I died. I... fucking died!" Eddie gasped out, his breath beginning to leave him.
"Hey. Calm down. Here, sit." Richie guided him over to one of the couches.
"What happened to me? How am I... Here?" Eddie asked, trying to catch his breath.
Richie sighed, "I was able to bring you back."
Eddie snapped his head to him, "What? How?!"
He didn't mean to sound accusing, but he was still kinda in shock.
"I... I wasn't able to do it alone. So.. I prayed." Richie said quietly, as though he were letting out a big secret he didn't want to share.
Eddies brows came together in confusion, "P-prayed? What do you mean? You prayed, and someone answered? Someone answered and I was somehow miraculously healed? How the fuck is that possible? Why would they bother? I'm a d-"
"Not to me." Richie broke him off roughly.
Silence.
Richie sighed, reaching up until his hand caressed Eddie's cheek.
That made Eddie snap out of his trance, flinching as though he'd been burned.
The angel withdrew his hand, sadness clear in his eyes, and Eddie immediately began feeling guilty.
Eddie let out a breath, "Okay. Okay. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to react that way. It was just... it took me by surprise, you know?"
"I understand. I know it was sudden." Richie said, still sounding defeated.
'Great. You've only been back for 10 minutes and you've already fucked shit up.'
Finally, Eddie moved forward, wrapping his arms around the angel, bringing them closer.
Richie immediately returned the gesture, wrapping his arms around him tightly, almost in a death grip.
Eddie rested his chin on Richie's shoulder as the angel buried his face into his neck, hands gently brushing through his hair.
So many questions continued to flood Eddie's mind, but he pushed them away.
He had the answer to all of them in this embrace alone.
It stayed this way for what felt like hours.
Finally, Eddie was the first to pull away, letting out an awkward chuckled. "Wow. Well... I reek, I think I'll just... go take a shower... Um... be right back."
He reluctantly stood, instantly feeling guilty by the confused look Richie gave him.
Eddie smiled lightly, before making his way out of the room.
When he made it to the bathroom, he shut the door, before leaning against it.
He let out a shaky breath.
What was happening? Was this even real?
Richie had proved himself by answering all of his questions correctly, but a part of him still denied it.
The broken hearted side of him.
Although, it wasn't so broken anymore. It was good as new, and it beat even faster than ever when he was around the angel.
After the hug...
What was this between them?
Part of him was saying that Richie was expressing the same feelings, that he cared about him, more than he used to.
But another part denied it.
It couldn't be.
Eddie sighed, running a hand through his hair.
What the fuck had he gotten himself into?