Richie awoke to the sound of voices.

He opened his eyes, his vision slightly blurry.

As he scanned his surroundings, he noticed the TV turned on. There was a man explaining the weather.

"Morning." Eddie sounded next to him.

Richie turned his head, which awakened some muscle pain.

"I've been watching the news for about an hour now. Nothing on the bombing, so, I guess we go there personally and see what we an find out." Eddie continued.

Richie didn't reply, simply staring.

He remembered what had happened last night.

He had accidentally snapped on him. For the first time, he actually felt bad for attacking a demon, attacking Eddie.

Richie had noticed Eddie had done anything to avoid him, almost flinching every time he came near.

However, now... now he seemed fine.

"What?" Eddie broke off his train of thought.

It wasn't until then that he realized he'd been staring at him the entire time.

Richie sighed, sitting up, a wave of dizziness coming over him.

He ignored it, however, and focused on Eddie again, "Are you okay?"

Eddie's eyes narrowed, almost looking in thought, "Yeah... why?"

Richie wanted to say that he knew he was lying, but... he almost sounded convincing.

He decided to let it slide. "I... Never mind."

"Good. Up for some waffles?" Eddie climbed out of his bed.

Richie remained baffled.

He acted as though nothing had happened.

"Uh. Sure." Richie said hesitantly.

After about half an hour later, they had had breakfast and left the hotel.

Eddie tracked down a taxi and they rode for an hour until they were a mile outside of Riverside.

The driver said he wasn't authorized to enter the town due to circumstances.

Eddie paid and they were soon alone.

Even from a distance, they could see smoke and ash coming from the town.

"Looks like this demon is becoming more and more ruthless." Eddie said, a slight tinge of fear in his voice.

Richie didn't reply, moving forward without a word.

The closer they came, the louder and more frantic the sirens sounded.

Blue and red lights decorated the ashen town.

"Holy fuck. I've seen demons cause destruction, but never this much." Eddie commented.

Richie still remained quiet as they walked through the town.

It didn't take long before they were noticed.

"Uh, sir, sirs!" A cop spotted them, blocking their path, "What is your purpose here? Unless you're injured, I suggest you return to your homes."

"We are finding the demon responsible for this destruction." Richie said plainly.

The policeman gave him a look of confusion.

Eddie snorted.

"Uhhh... Sure you are buddy. H-how about you leave that to us, hmm? Now, move along." he patted the angels' shoulder, urging them away.

Eddie lightly grabbed Richie's arm when he was about to protest, carefully pulling him towards him, slowly walking away.

After they made it a good few feet away, Richie forced himself away from the demon.

"Well. That went well." Eddie said as they turned back to watch the police from a distance, humor clear in his voice.

"How do we get past them? I could knock them out. I can't kill them." Richie was mainly talking to himself.

A few moments of silence.

"Hmm. Here, hold me." Eddie said.

"Wha-"

That was the only warning he got before Eddie suddenly went limp, falling to the ground.

It was almost reflex as the angel caught his fall.

"The fuck Eddie?" Richie snapped.

Silence.

Richie scanned his facial features.

He was unconscious.

"Eddie...?" He shook him gently.

Nothing.

"... Eddie?" His voice rose.

What the fuck just happened?

"Eddie! Wake u-"

"Got it." Eddie suddenly sat up like nothing had happened.

Richie stared, baffled as Eddie stood up.

He casually dusted himself off, before looking down at the angel. "You okay there?"

Richie stood, "What the hell was that?"

Eddie sighed, "I just went to one of those kind officers, got inside his head, gathered his information, and came back here."

Richie stared at him, understanding nothing he just said.

"Think of it as a printer. Scan the data and print it, and I... Never mind." Eddie broke off when he noticed the clueless look he was given, "Anyway... I had to leave my body to do so."

"So you possessed him?" Richie asked in an accusing voice.

Eddie winced, "Yes and no. Possession is when you take control. I did nothing to his body. I just gathered what information he had. No harm came to him, I promise."

Richie gave him a wary look, but sighed, "Okay. And what did you find out?"

"Robert Grey." Eddie said simply.

"Come again?" Richie asked.

"That's their primary suspect... it's deep in the back of their mind, of course, but they've got history with him. He's been labelled a possible serial killer. They have been looking for him for a while... Damn, you angels are slow if it took you this long to find out about him." Eddie smiled.

"Shut up." Richie snapped.

They left the scene in silence, taking in the city of ashes.

"So. What are we gonna do now? Go to the next town? Look around and then-"

"Quiet." Richie hissed, holding his arm out to halt the demon.

He could sense Eddie was about to retort, but had decided to stay quiet.

Richie took a few cautious steps forward, eyes glued to a worn down building.

It was dark, but he swore he saw something move, and it wasn't a rodent.

Not exactly anyway.

Richie was inches before the building now, peeking into the darkness.

Finally, he saw a pair of eyes staring back at him.

Then, it was as if everything moved in fast motion.

The figure burst out of the building, taking off in a dead run.

Richie's wings sprouted from his back and he flew after him.

He could hear Eddie call behind him, but he didn't care.

He was flying just above the demon now, swooping down and wrapping his arms around him before taking off into the air.

The demon screamed and struggled the higher they went.

Finally, he stopped, they were floating right above the clouds.

"Hey! Hey hey hey hey! Don't drop me, man. I didn't do anything." The demon squirmed more.

"Really? You're in a town which was recently blown to dust." Richie glared down at him.

"Yeah? I was curious. That wasn't me!" The figure shouted.

"Then who was it?" Richie demanded.

The demon went silent, mouth opening and closing in an attempt to form words.

Richie sighed, before releasing the demon.

A piercing scream followed suite.

Richie counted to five before flying down to catch the demon.

The demon nearly clung down on his legs.

"P-please! I don't know anything!" He nearly cried, "...H-h-hey what about that other demon? You didn't attack him!"

The demon pointed to the ground.

"He's with me." Richie said flatly.

The demon stared at him, mouth agape, but quickly composed himself, "Uhh... I'm with ya too! I mean... I can help with find him!"

"Him?" Richie repeated.

"Uh- w-well. It's gotta be a dude, ri- ahhhhh!"

Richie released the demon again.

Another five seconds.

They were a few feet from the ground now, but high enough that if he dropped him again, the landing would do some damage.

"OKAY! Okay! I'll tell you." He said, nearly on the verge of crying.

"Robert. That's probably your demon. He's the biggest and baddest of all of us. He's been around for a while."

"Where can I find him?" Richie asked.

"I... I don't know, man. I just got here a few hours ago."

Richie glared at him, loosening his hold on him.

"No no no no! P-please!" The demon clung onto his leg tightly, "I told you everything I know!"

Not enough.

"Go home." Richie said, and with an abrupt flap of his wings, the demon lost his grip and went toppling to the ground.

Richie could hear the thud from where he was.

He sighed, slowly lowering himself back to the ground, wings folding behind him.

He nearly winced at the awakening pain that shot through him.

He was too caught up with adrenaline to notice it earlier.

At least his wings worked.

"Richie!" Eddie's faint voice sounded in the distance.

Soon, he was coming to the top of the hill, nearly crawling and clearly panting.

"Ugh. Finally!" He groaned as he straightened himself to walk towards him.

He paused at the still body of the other demon.

"Uh, is he dead?" Eddie asked.

"If not, close to it." Richie said.

Eddie focused on him, "So you can fly again now?"

Richie extended one of his wings, trying to hide the pain in his features, "Somewhat."

"You're hurting aren't you?" Eddie said flatly.

Richie glared at him.

Eddie groaned, rolling his eyes, "Okay. Well. Let's head to the next town for a place to rest and I'll check and see if you've hurt anything else."

Richie watched as Eddie walked past him.

They walked together in silence.

"Also. Don't do that again." Eddie said calmly.

"Excuse me?" Richie retorted.

"You can't just... pop out your wings whenever. Especially not in public." Eddie explained.

Richie lowered his eyes in confusion, "But I did that day we were at the theatre."

"Yeah, but everyone was currently running for their lives. If they saw you, they either died before they told the tale, or too traumatized by the events to remember." Eddie said.

Richie remained silent as he took in the information.

"Look, I'm just saying to be careful. You're on earth, remember?"

"Yes. You seem to enjoy reminding me every day." Richie rolled his eyes.

Eddie smiled, "Someone has to make sure you can make it on your own."

Richie gave him a look.

Then, a smile broke across his face, and a light laugh escaped them, gradually turning into full-on laughter, which echoed in the air as they walked towards the setting sun.