The Apocalypse of the Damned

Chapter Ten: Famine

After their short therapy session, Zion and Malak decided to meet up with Ellette. She had been gone longer than expected, and it was quite worrying. Well, Malak was. Zion didn't mind her taking longer than expected; he liked spending alone time with his mate.

"Afternoon, Strangers!" A waitress greeted them as they entered the small café. "You guys wouldn't happen to be friends with Ellette, would ya?"

Zion's instinct was to tell her no. They weren't friends. They were merely acquittances helping each other. After they're done, they'll never talk to each other again. At least, he hoped they wouldn't.

Thankfully, Malak spoke before he did. Shyly, he muttered a quick 'yes.' The waitress' smile grew bigger as she replied, "It's nice to meet, y'all! It's always nice to meet new people, especially since there's a lack of visitors lately!"

"Sure, it is," Zion sarcastically muttered too low for any human to hear. His angel heard though and chuckled softly. He didn't understand his antisocial behavior; however, he knew it was part of what made his demon himself and he loved that.

"Anyways," she continued, oblivious to Zion's comment. "If you're looking for your friend, she's over there talking with George."

The beings thanked her before going over to Ellette. Malak immediately noticed the displeasure on the fae's face as a tall, skinny boy talked to her. He wondered if he was the next horseman.

Ellette was relieved to see the angel and the demon. She wasn't sure if she could handle George any longer. He was too annoying and rude. He really tested her patience.

George smirked at the pair, "More new faces. Must be my lucky day!"

Malak didn't like him.

Neither did Zion, but he tended to hate most people.

Unconsciously, the angel stood as close as possible to his mate. The demon also liked his angel being close so he could make sure he was safe. Malak softly smiled at Zion before fidgeting with his demon's shirt. The human really made Malak feel uncomfortable.

"Ah," the human's face lit up with an unreadable, but most likely malice, emotion. "You two are gay?" Zion bluntly replied with a 'yes,' hoping he wasn't a homophobe. He didn't want his innocent angel to encounter those miserable people.

"Cool, cool," he said with an obviously fake smile. "You know what? I'm going to buy all of you something to drink! I'll be back in a second."

Once the human left, the demon decided to ask Ellette some questions. "Is he the guy?" The demon inquired, sitting down across from her at the table. He gently pulled his mate to his lap. Malak softly squeaked before turning around and resting his head on his mate's shoulder. A small smile graced the demon's lips for a few seconds, while he rubbed his angel's back.

"I have no clue," she confessed. "I mean, he's an arrogant jerk who's definitely going to Hell. He also is new to town. He came around the time the crops started dying."

"But?"

"But he's a human. Can he really be the cause of what's happening?" She spoke. The fae found it hard to believe a human could be involved in anything to do with the supernatural world. They were weak and needed protection. How much damage could they really do? Could a simple human like George Smith destroy all those crops and send scarecrows to attack the trio?

The demon shrugged, careful to not disturbed his angel. Zion had seen many terrible humans. They were actually quite smart, and a lot were destructive. He wouldn't be surprised if George invented some sort of device or poison to create this famine. Of course, there might be a chance that the human developed special abilities if he was indeed a horseman.

"I got the drinks!" Zion had to hold back a groan. They weren't done talking. Why did he have to interrupt them? Humans are terrible- not as bad as angels though.

The human handed everyone their drinks, leaving Malak's in front of Zion in case he ever moved. Learning from Malak's hot chocolate incident, the demon sniffed his drink before consuming it. He didn't feel like getting poisoned today.

Of course, it didn't matter what he felt. Not to George Smith. Not to Famine, the next horseman.

Malak's head snapped up as he looked at his mate. The minute he drunk some of his coffee, Malak sensed something was wrong. Even before the demon could. "What's wrong?" Zion asked the worried angel.

"You are ill," he stated. He was sure something was wrong with his mate, though he wasn't sure what yet.

The demon raised a brow at his mate. "I'm fi-" The demon cut himself off with a painful groan. He felt incredibly hungry and like his stomach was eating itself to feed him.

"Clearly, you are not," the angel said. "What did you do to him?

George smiled. The angel was adorable when he tried to be angry. "God hates gays, kid. And I hate nasty demons who try to stop my plans," he spoke with an evil smirk.

"You are the next horseman, famine. Are you not?" Malak asked.

His smile took over his face. "Of course! Have fun healing your mate. Sadly, he is experiencing some negative effects of starvation and no matter how much he eats, he'll never be full. Welp, look at the time! I've got to go. Toodles!"