Here we are, again! I have nobody in particular to dedicate the chapter to, so I will say it is dedicated to all who are reading it! OK, this is happening immediately after the previous chapter, about the same time that Aziraphale and Crowley are starting to drive to the hospital. Enjoy!
"OK... where to start?" Damian thought aloud, pacing in Muriel's kitchen. Unlike his own flashy apartment, the younger angel's flat held a more 'homely' air, holding a warmer feel. Whereas Damian held a modern, bold theme, Muriel's little semi-detached house (a rare occurrence in London) was warm and slightly more old fashioned in its style. If a person walked into her house without knowing her – impossible thanks to the sigils carefully hidden inside the Celtic design around the front door, but even so – they would feel as if they were walking into the home of some small, young family. There was a warm, lived-in feel to the place, and although Damian wouldn't admit it even if a hose of holy water was aimed at him, he actually quite liked it. It was... nice, walking into a building where he felt welcome and, to an extent, safe.
Either way, that didn't mean that he wasn't panicking at that moment in time. In fact, he had been pacing along the same line for the past 8 minutes, and really, he was starting to feel a bit dizzy. Muriel, instead of answering him the first few hundred times he asked the exact same question, had simply rolled her eyes and continued to read the various newspapers piled around her. This time, however, she decided to respond.
"Well, you could stop wearing through my kitchen floor for starters." She answered evenly. Damian, who'd grown used to Muriel staying silent, jumped as her voice broke through his thoughts. Unfortunately, he had been halfway through turning, and so the jolt had really been all that was needed to send him sprawling to the floor with a yell. He shut up, however, as he realised that instead of hitting the floor, he'd landed on something soft. And oddly warm. Blinking, he looked up. His eyes widened comically as he realised that rather than letting him faceplant into the floor, Muriel had caught him, and his head was now against her arm.
"Bless it!" He yelled, leaping to his feet. Muriel watched, before standing up herself.
"And that's another thing. You could also try not to damage yourself ormy house by other means..." she teased lightly, watching as her demonic counterpart sputtered for a while, before giving up. Instead he tried to make himself appear as unruffled as possible, offering a smirk in return.
"Well, if I did that I wouldn't be tempting you. You know, wrath would be quite a good look on you – you're too placid for your own good." He responded, before walking over to where she had been sitting. "So... what are you doing over here, exactly?" he asked curiously, glancing between the papers scattered across the table. Muriel headed back towards the table to explain.
"Well," she began, sitting down on the nearest chair, "We know that the real antichrist is somewhere out there. And somehow Crowley messed up the delivery, because how else can this issue be explained?" The younger angel sighed, twisting a strand of hair round her finger and tugging slightly. "Anyway, we know that he's still alive because -" She was interrupted by Damian.
"How do we know that...? Oh." He trailed off as he realised, "Oh, yeah. If he wasn't alive Downstairs would know." He hit his head with a palm, wondering if somehow he had earned himself concussion.
"So, basically, it's a case of trying to work out where he is." With that, she gestured at the pile of newspapers again. "Seeing as they've sent in his hellhound, you'd think that there would be some sort of signs around his whereabouts. Ways in which he's changing the environment around him subconsciously. Therefore, I'm looking at the media. Tell you what, turn on the radio will you? There may be things on the news that give it away."
Nodding, Damian went over and turned on the device, tuning in to BBC radio. He blinked as he heard the first few notes of a song floating in, before he stared in shock. He, sadly, knew of this song, and really he felt as if it was possibly one of the cheesiest love songs to ever be created. 'Girl, you're looking fine tonight, and everyone has you in their sights...' the voice crooned to the synthetic instruments.
Blinking, he turned to Muriel and pulled a face. "What's up with your radio?"
"Don't look at me, blame the radio station!" Muriel replied, also knowing the tune.
'What did I do? What did I say? To turn your angel eyes my way?' the singer continued. At that point, Damian grabbed the dial and searched for another channel.
Finally he found one in time to listen to AC/DC. He grinned as he recognised the famous guitar riff from the song. "Oh, this is better." He cried out triumphantly, and turned up the volume as 'This Means War' began to play. Turning to face Muriel again, he was surprised to see her tapping the beat on the tabletop. "No way... you like AC/DC?" he asked in shock. Muriel shrugged.
"I don't mind it. After all, angel of the youth? Means I have to be fairly open to all types of music. There are certainly much worse types than this." She replied, fighting the urge to giggle at the look on Crowley's protégé's face at her response. After a minute, he laughed before turning the volume up higher and sitting on the edge of the table, reading through the papers in order to look for anything out of the ordinary. Halfway through the song, both the angel and the demon were tapping out the beat as they were searching. Oddly, it was sort of fitting, considering what exactly was about to happen.
After a while, they had both found a few possible snippets that suggested odd goings-on. The only issue was that they were in several areas around the UK. There were two up north, and a couple towards Wiltshire. And then there was an odd case near some town called Lower Tadfield. But then, it was only a small village, Damian reasoned, what were the chances that the supposed antichrist would have ended up there?
And so, completely ignoring the small village, the two began an unusual road trip.
So... reviews, please? And, yes, I had to make it so that Muri liked AC/DC. Just had to. Plus, does anybody know the first song? I kinda hope for your sakes that you don't! So, the poll is still open about pairings, and I'm still open to any questions and suggestions!