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There was once a snake in the garden and in fact, there were two. One snake was only minding their business when a rock plopped on their tail, startling them from their spot of comfort. As with any startled creature it ran, or rather slithered , away from that spot off to the other wall. An Angel, stationed on the Southern wall, was gazing out at the desert ahead wondering a bit to themselves. The large black snake escapes up the wall and joins the Angel on their side, settling into a more familiar form, a human one.
"Did you drop a rock on me?" Said the demon. The Angel turns and looks at them in question, “Drop a what on you?” The Angel has honestly never seen a snake, except for the ones who bounced on their tails, which frankly were adorable in their mind’s eye. “I don’t recall dropping a rock, if I did it was accidental and I didn’t mean to do such a thing even if I did drop the rock. Are you okay though? It sounds like it hurt.” They said, quick to worry over the unexpecting stranger. "Yes, but it's fine now. Anyway, who are you?"
“Uh, like my name or what I go by?” The Angel said, not sure if they should be trusting a Demon, their hereditary enemy, but found no harm in the moment.
"Whichever you prefer." They shrugged.
“Oh uh, Hydrangea I think, those flowers over there? I like the pink ones but I feel like the colour changes depending on soil, not sure but someone said something about soil once.” They rambled, and oh do they ramble quite a lot. “Oh dear, I’m sorry um what was your name? Or uh, whichever you prefer me to refer to you as that is.” The demon rolled their eyes, "Dye, my name is Dye." They said looking out into the desert. The Angel nodded, “Dye, like D. Y. E. Or D. I. E.?” Hydrangea tilted their head in question, waiting for a response. "What do you think my name would be. D.I.E the fuck kinda name is that. No, it’s D.Y.E." Dye said, shaking their head in disappointment. Hydrangea nodded in response, “That’s nice.” They smiled at Dye and turned to look back out at the desert where a storm was taking shape. A fat droplet of water splashed against Dye’s face, they hissed in pain. Hydrangea takes notice and shields their new friend with a wing until the rain stops.
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There was a black shadow walking by itself, no human or entity shown for it to belong to and if anyone knew any better, they would think it was a demon walking in the shadows to best avoid having to brush past any human body. The shadow turned into the nearest store lit up only by natural lights and belonged to an entity once more. The demon stalked over to the backroom where an angel sat minding its own business and opened the door. “Angellll'' Tye slurred, slightly tipsy from drinking after receiving news, none of the good bits either. “Angle angel angle, we needs ta talk! I brought the wines.” They said triumphantly holding up a half-gone bottle of wine. Hydrangea just cocks their head and shoos Tye off into the back-backroom, the one furthest back away from the 18th-century collection room. Tulip, a rainbow snake belonging to Hydrangea, draped herself over a shelf curious to the happenings of the pair. Tye plops down on the couch closest to them, Hydrangea sitting neatly on the one opposite of Tye. “Angel, do you want more wine?” Tye asked shakily handing over the bottle of wine to Hydrangea. “I haven’t had any, but yes sure.” Hydrangea takes the bottle and takes a sip, “So what is it that we are to be discussing?”
It had been three hours they’d been drinking, the conversation had just started to pick up and Hydrangea was silently draped over their couch in a way that should not be humanly possible, but it is. “Dolphins! Angel Dolphins!” Tye rambled on about. “Ok, angel we need to get down t to bu business,” Tye said, trying to sit up on the couch. “Recently, there has been a situation that has accrued,” Tye stated, taking another sip of alcohol. “The antichrist has been born.” They said drunkenly. “And it’ss not good.” They made a face, the kind of face you make when you’re drunk and upset because the world is going to end in 11 short delicate years that are relatively nothing to a couple of beings who live on for far too long to be human. “Wha’ ya meeeeannn? It’s the ANtIChRist for Godz sake, of course ‘s not good.” Hydrangea slurred. “Angel please, this is important,” Tye said sobering up. “Please it would probably be better if you were to sober up.” Reaching over to take the bottle of wine away from Hydrangea. “Noooo my wiinnneeee dear you musn’t.” They said refusing to let go and failing to keep hold as it is taken into Tye’s hand, slinking with Tye’s pull. “Now angel you need,” pauses for dramatic effect, “And I mean NEED to sober up, this is important.” Tye said, setting the bottle of alcohol beside themselves on the couch. “But looove I don’t want to!” They made a face, a sad one, and one they had used against Tye for many centuries. “Don’t do that face. Why, why that face.” Tye said, shaking their head. Hydrangea continued to do the puppy eyes. “Angel it’s not going to work this time around.” Tye said, shaking their head. “This is actually important.” Angel looked at Tye pouting even harder than before. “Tyyyyyyeeeeeee, idnt wanna thoughhh.”
“Hydrangea.” Tye says, shaking their shoulders. “This is serious, would you like to spend the rest of eternity with Gabriel or not?” Tye said, becoming more and more irritated as time goes on. Hydrangea looked at them in fear of spending all of time with Gabriel, “nooooooidnt wanntta!” They said slinking further and further down. “Then you need to sober up.” Tye stated, no room for argument. Hydrangea sighed and sobered up, a slight look of pain across their face. They breathed out, “So are we going to toss these or no?” Tye sighed and took the alcohol from Hydrangea. “Yes.” As Tye miracled it away. “Now, we have to talk about the antichrist. What are we going to do about it?” Tye said standing up. They began pacing through the room listening to what Hydragea was about to say. “Killing him is out of the question so don’t think to suggest a simple child murder, I doubt we can actually kill him anyway dear.” They shrugged, why was it always them to suggest a silly idea that ends with someone almost dying in a fire half the time? “But, angel. I see no reason for us not to try. The boy’s going to grow up to be a murder.” Tye said, throwing up their hands. “Oh! Dear you’re a genius! What if he doesn’t?” They said, lighting up quite literally. “What?” Tye says very confused as to what they mean, “What do you mean doesn’t, doesn’t what angel?” Hydrangea giggled, like the child they never were. “Okay what if the Antichrist had good influences? Like someone who’s not me preferably,” they look to Tye as if to suggest something, “and they grew up like a normal child?” They clasp their hands together as if their idea was pure brilliance. “That's not a horrible idea. But, who would it be?” Tye asked Hydrangea. “Who would what be? You’d be a good influence on the kid I’d think.” Hydrangea smiled at them. Tye stared at them, completely in shock at the outrageous response. “What the fuck do you mean angel. I am a horrible influence. Besides, I don’t even know where the kid is.” Hydrangea thought for a moment, “Do your lot not tell you these things?” They tilted their head. Tye thought for a moment. Realizing their lot never tells them anything. “No, they didn’t tell me. They never tell me anything.” Tye slumped down into the couch, furrowing their brow. “Hm, do you know where he was delivered at least? Or any idea where he might’ve been?” They tilted their head again, a questioning look crossing their face. ”Yes! Ok, the child was delivered around Tadfield. The demon’s name was… um… not important. But, Tadfield I think.” Tye said triumphantly. They tilted their head even further, more so than humans should be able to do, “Uh, right so Tadfield, a satanist church probably huh? There is one in Tadfield. We might be able to get to it and collect the necessary information.” They suggested, as it seems to them the most logical thing to do. Tye leaped up and out of the couch with the speed that only a demon with a caffeine addiction could have. “Get in the car angel, we’re going to Tadfield.” Tye ran out of the shop and jumped in their car. Hydrangea sighed and begrudgingly followed behind.
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They arrive at the church, just in time to see Hastur burn it all to the ground. Hydrangea doesn’t know or care and is currently tending to a speed demon sickness that only comes with going 90mph in London. “Angel are you alright?” Tye asked the clearly not alright angel. “Y...yeah…” They said as if they didn’t just puke up their guts, “Slow down on the turns n...next time please…” They miracled away the mess and set themselves upright trying to ignore the feelings left behind. “If you say so angel.” Tye looks over towards the church. “Shit. What the hell happened?” They say walking into the parking lot. Noticing the laughter coming from the courtyard. “Hastur.” Tye sneered, turning back towards Hydrangea. Hydrangea was trying to collect themselves fully, “Who now?” They asked leaning slightly on the Bentley trying hard not to scratch it so as to not upset Tye. “A demon who just destroyed our only chance of getting info about where the antichrist is.” Tye said leaning up against the Bentley beside Hydrangea. “So… what now?” They asked, wondering if the world was truly destroyed. “We look for him.” Tye said getting back into the Bentley. Hydrangea sighed, more horrid driving, yay.
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