"What the FFff...what were you thinking?" Ryan exclaimed, trying not to scream, while also simultaneously trying to prevent his car from crashing into a lamp or street sign.

"They appeared to have been stealing supplies, and they threatened me with violence." Historic explained, wearing the hoodie that she had previously removed.

"Ok, but..." Ryan squinted his eyes, as if an important revelation had been revealed, before his eyes widened completely. "WAIT!" He screamed, not in anger, but in worry.

He stopped the car as fast as he could, before rushing out, and running over to the passenger seat, opening the door, suddenly grabbing Historic by the hand. The human lightly tugged on his angelic passenger, surprising her, but quickly understanding what the human wanted.

As soon as Historic stepped out, she inquired on why Ryan had gotten so worried.

"Wha-Ra...Ryan, what happened?"

"One moment!" Ryan responded, removing the hoodie from Historic, before spinning her around gently, before stopping. "Do you feel any discomfort, or pain?" He asked.

"No." She answered, resulting in Ryan sighing in relief.

"Ok, I thought you were shot, didn't want to take chances if you were filled with adrenaline." Ryan explained quickly, heading back inside his car.

"I was shot, somewhere near my head, or chest."

The human took a double take, before rushing back to Historic. "What!"

Historic suddenly felt a warm hand touching her face, caressing her cheeks and neck, before said hand drifted down to her chest, right on her 'ahem' boobies.

Now, it was obvious that Ryan wasn't doing anything bad, but was instead just trying to find any bullet holes he may have missed.

But if a random person happened to come across the sight of a man gently pressing against a women's boobs, it was be obvious that either the 2 were getting down, or said sight was just the start of a porno.

"Historic, are you sure you weren't just imagining getting shot?" Ryan muttered, still examining Historic's chest. "Historic, are you-"

Ryan would be cut off, hearing a strange sound coming from Historic that sounded like a cross between a gurgle, and a purr.

"Uhhh...Historic?" Ryan muttered, snapping his fingers to try and get her attention. It worked, and She immediately snapped out of her strange trance.

"Are you sure you were shot? Cause I can't see any bullet holes and-" Ryan started.

"Oh, don't worry." Historic began, finally understanding what her human companion was actually doing. "Regular bullets can't harm me. I've been shot before." She finished explaining.

"OH!" Ryan exclaimed, stepping away from her. "Holy shit your powerful...let's get going, shall we?" Ryan muttered, already comparing Historic to someone like Superman.

--/

10 minutes later...

"So, Historic. You noted what I said?" Ryan asked, while making a U turn.

"Yes." Historic answered.

"And could you repeat what I said, in your own words."

"Yes, that I can't attract attention, that I must keep my wings and my face hidden from most people, and to avoid violence at all costs, unless there is no other choice." She finished explaining.

"Perfect." Ryan muttered, already feeling the progress of his teaching.

"Are you still mad at me?" Historic questioned, causing Ryan to have a double take.

"N-what no!" He exclaimed, suddenly realizing his loud tone. "No." He repeated, this time in a softer and more gentle, carefree tone.

"I know I may have sounded mad at the time, but it wasn't your fault, if anything if was mine." Ryan muttered, focused on the road ahead, all the while steering the wheel gently.

"I expected that you wouldn't interact with other people, and instead you just get into a fight. But said fight wasn't your fault, and they even had a gun." Ryan continued explaining. "When I got back, it wasn't anger, but more like fear. Like, 'Holy shit, a gun was shot' kind of fear. So no, it wasn't your fault, and you don't need to worry about it."

"Hell, even if it was your fault, I should understand that your new around here...heh, your new to earth!" He exclaimed, smiling. "Like, only newborns and literal aliens have that phrase."

"So you get what I mean?" Ryan finished, turning to look at Historic for just a moment. Historic stated at him, silently debating on Ryan's entire speech.

"Your a forgiving person." Was Historic's only response. Ryan was sure if it was a complement, or a downgrading term. Though he soon chose the former, considering that Historic was an 'Angel'.

"Well, I'm not that forgiving. I only just looked at the more realistic point of view, and it was my fault that I even got mad." Ryan explained, downvoting the complement. "But thank you." He added in the end.

"I need Food." Historic stated, seemingly acting as if everything beforehand had never occurred.

Ryan immediately stopped the car,(it was on a slow speed), and began laughing. Unknowingly to him, Historic was slightly frightened, not sure if she had said something wrong.

Her human host caught her slightly worried expression, and tried to downplay her fears.

"Sorryhe...it's just that...your...hahaha" He giggled, resting his head on the steering wheel. "I need-I need food!" He giggled more quietly, having more control over his laughter now. "The timing and lack of serious...God! I've only Known you for like...a little more then a day! And I'm acting as if your my best friend!" Ryan continued speaking. "Sorry, Just ignore my sense of humor, I'll get you some food from a nearby restaurant. Can't make food at this time."

--/

"Hello, may I take your order?" A cashier leaned into the microphone, tired from working since midnight.

"Yeah, we-I-sorry-I would like a...1 bucket of wings, with a box of biscuits, and...I think...actually no, add one more bucket of wings." A voice ordered from the tiny speaker that sat to the cashier's right.

"Alright, come to the counter-" She quickly cut off, feeling her fatigue hit her like a train wreck.

As the sound of a car got louder, the cashier prepared to expect the usual customer, usually being either a man in a office suit, or one of the guys from her local 7/11. Instead, she came face to face with a young man, practically out of college, (or maybe still in), and a obsidian-gray creature, who appeared to have feathers, or at least it's supposed suit contained feathers. And that wasn't counting the strange face it had.

It was more obsidian colored, with edges of gray around the edges of its face, and covering its neck. It's facial features were hard to describe, and had no real features to any animal or human being she had ever met, or known of.

The only thing that was an exemption to this, was it's strangely human like mouth, combined with its eyes. But it wasn't like a humans mouth or eyes either, and was more like a cartoonish drawing of a smiley face, but without the smile, yet without the cartoonish feel. (Just search up exterminator or exorcist pics on hazbin hotel).

The cashier would have continued staring, had the sight of cash not removed her from her trance.

"Ma'am,?" The young man muttered, holding out some cash.

--/

After a couple minutes of waiting, the order was ready, and the cashier quickly handed the customer the food.

"Thanks!" The young man exclaimed, more happy then normal. He quickly turned his head around to his more...unusual companion, handing it-no, her, a bucket, before driving right off.

However, before they could get right out off earshot, the cashier heard something from the duo.

"Why did you let her see me?" A feminine voice asked.

"Not gonna lie, Im kinda retarded, didn't think of that. Plus it's 4:00 in the morning, so it's not like she'll believe anything she sees. For all we know, you can just be in a costume, so no worries. Plus I'm kinda retarded." Was the final words she heard from the customer, before the car finally got too far away for anything to be heard.

--/

"So...your telling me, that an Angel, exorcist to be more precise, has been stranded on earth?"

"Well, yes. That's what we think sir."

"For heaven sake! We already had to deal with Jophiel when he screwed around with the humans! Do you know how many humans we had to try and find?"

"Uh-no si-"

"Exactly. It gets hard having to take the humans who saw a little too much. Especially the little ones! The amount of children who saw an Angel on Christmas or Hanukkah, or Ramadan is practically insane. Though I suppose we are lucky for having enough people to take care of them and-"

"Sir?"

"Sorry little cherub, I need to control my rambling. Anyway, try and look around, send some angels."

"Alright sir, but if I may inquire, do you think this is another one of their recruitment plans?"

"Nonsense, they haven't gotten enough support for that since 1990s, though they would definitely have more angels get...lost...on earth, then just one."