Sky crept back out of the secret alley, but he wasn't going back to paradise. He was on a hunt. If he had become an angel, then his killer must've become a devil. He would find Ty. And have vengeance.
He spread his wings open, taking off.
Casting one last tear filled look to the corpse, he silently exited the apartment again, slowly trudging down the staircase. His wings shuffled behind him, scraping against the ground.
Where could have Sky gone?
As far as the demon knew, the boy had done nothing too bad in his life, save for the drugs – your fault, he reminded himself.
So… perhaps he was in Heaven now? That seemed like the most obvious deduction to the brunet.
He had to check it. The grief was eating him alive. Was he even alive anymore, anyway?
The dark angel had to find a way into Hell. That was mostly likely where Ty had gone. It made sense, really, since Ty was a drug dealer. But maybe he was looking for Sky. Ty could be anywhere by now, but, knowing the dealer well, Sky knew he wouldn't go past familiar places.
He flew off, heading for his apartment.
The brunet trudged through the streets, watching all the humans go around their ways, ignoring him completely. Was he invisible to them?
He confirmed his theory by following a man, waving his hand in front of his face and making grimaces.
It really seemed that humans couldn't see him. Made sense, actually, when he thought about it. He couldn't see demons when he was alive, either.
Sighing, he sat down onto the closest bench, involuntary wrapping his leathery wings around himself as a blanket. They were surprisingly warm, if he was being honest.
Sky shoved open the door to his apartment, storming through the rooms in search of any evidence of Ty. Finally, he cracked open the bathroom door, just a tiny bit. He shuddered, finding it odd to look at his own dead body.
Ty wasn't here. Sky left. There was nowhere else to go to find the drug dealer. Wherever Ty was, Sky might not find him. But the angel wasn't about to leave the earth again. He was staying.
Looking at all the people chat, laugh and have fun together made Ty finally understand what he had done bad with his life. He couldn't remember a single time he had genuinely smiled like these people did.
His whole life was about drugs.
Drugs and money.
Maybe if he had realised this before, he wouldn't be balls deep into this shit.
Sky landed in another hidden alley, folding his dark wings around himself as night came. Tomorrow, he would find Ty. He would fly the entire world, for his revenge.
He remembered the night he had died, hallucinating and laughing. Strange, unreal colors to everything and then a dawning sense of doom. He laughed, just kept laughing until it deteriorated into crying, not knowing what was real and what wasn't. Eventually, something inside of him shut down and his life had faded away. Gone in a blur of hysteria and terror.
The dark angel slept fitfully, dreaming of the many ways to get back at Ty.
The thoughts swirling around in his head and the regret they brought was soon too much for the demon and he clumsily spread his wings again and flew up on top of a building.
Gazing up at the darkening sky, he was soon unwillingly lulled into restless sleep.
Waking up only a few hours later, Sky shivered in the chill night wind. Stretching his wings, he stared up at the tiny bit of sky that was between the buildings. He flapped his dark wings, revenge burning in his heart. There was a shadowed figure on one building, slightly familiar but slightly different. As he made his way up, he saw who it was.
Ty. The sleeping demon was at Sky's mercy now.
The demon's wings wound around him tighter as a cold breeze washed over his body, making him shudder and curl up tighter.
He was tossing a bit, the events of the last few hours of his life replaying over and over.
One would think that if the afterlife, he wouldn't dream, but that didn't seem like the case.
Quietly, Sky stepped over towards Ty, kneeling down and gently stroking the drug dealer's red-brown hair. Really, Ty was only a misguided kid just out of high school, trying to get money. For what, Sky didn't know, but he found it hard to be angry at somebody tossing and turning from nightmares.
Ty bolted upright with a loud gasp, wide velvet eyes frantically looking around until they settled on the kneeling angel.
They went even wider and he flung himself onto the tanned brunet, knocking him over and onto the stone roof.
"Oh my god! Sky!" he cried, "Is it really you? I'm so fucking sorry, oh my god!" he kept repeating.
"Ow, ow, ow," Sky hissed, his wings pinned underneath him uncomfortably. "Yeah, yeah, Ty. It's me."
"I'm so sorry!" the pale demon kept repeating, but he moved away to let Sky sit up again. He sniffled, using his sleeve to wipe away the tears that were streaming down his cheeks. "I should've never given you anything, I'm so fucking sorry!"
"No, it was my fault!" Ty argued, "I gave them to you!"
He could remember the minute he found Sky to the smallest detail. He was so full of grief that he couldn't stand living with the knowledge that he had killed another human.
Sky gave up and threw his arms around Ty, sighing. "It's cold. We shouldn't be up here. Come on, Ty."
"W-what? Where are we going?" the teen asked, finally managing to stop his tears from falling. As much, anyway. Now that Sky mentioned it, he was shivering, the cold air leaving goose bumps on his skin and his teeth chattering.
"Just… just somewhere safe." Actually, Sky meant anywhere at all. Anywhere but paradise or hell. Just somewhere where they would be safe.
"My… apartment should be empty," Ty mumbled, subconsciously wrapping his wings as well as arms around himself.
Sky let go of the younger man, unfurling his wings. "Okay. Let's go."
Ty unwillingly followed, shivering more without the warmth of his wings around himself. He led Sky into his apartment building, even though it wasn't nesessary, as the elder knew where he lived.
"Are you okay?" Sky asked, folding his wings against his back as he entered the apartment.
"Just cold," Ty mumbled, trudging inside. The grief was still present, making him want to dig a hole right then with his hands and jump into it. He was pretty sure Sky was angry, and was just good at hiding it. He couldn't forgive his killer in just a few hours, that was out of question.
Yes, Sky was finding it hard to place whether or not he forgave Ty. He lay on his stomach on the couch, trying to figure out how to sleep without crushing his wings under his own weight but still be comfortable. And tried to figure out whether or not Ty could be forgiven.
Still, the younger man did have a nice face, even though he had technically killed Sky.
Ty, seeing Sky try to get comfortable on the couch, brought over a blanket and left it for him as he went to the bedroom, mumbling "Goodnight," on his way.
Well, if the angel decided to kill him in his sleep, he wouldn't really be surprised, he thought.
"You know, I don't know how you can kill someone if they're already dead," Sky commented, as if reading Ty's thoughts. He finally found a comfortable position, laying on his side carefully. "Goodnight, anyways."
The demon blinked, quickly shuffling into his room and closing the door. He slipped under the covers, pulling the blanket over his wings and curling up in ball like before. His mind was set at easy a bit, but the nightmares were still present, even if not making him toss as much.
Sky yawned, picking at the pendant around his neck subconsciously as he tried to figure out what he was going to do. He wasn't going back to Heaven, he wasn't going to Hell, but he didn't want to stay in the city. He had wings - he could fly away to nearly anywhere in the world. He wanted to leave now, but not alone.
For some reason, he didn't want to leave Ty.