Alive.

Such a feeling pulsed through the night as daemons roamed their old haunts and angels found themselves dining at fine tables glasses of sanguine wine in their slim fingers.

Quinton tapped his foot on the ground the rest was so divine it seemed to consume him. He never wanted to return to their crimson soaked ways. The battles, revenge and assorted subterfuge plagued him. Their wings tucked tidily away as a man might hang up a tuxedo, while the daemons folded away their fangs like a mobster might slide away a knife. Their usual accoutrements hidden away. Tonight was about a sense of normalcy and no one planned to spoil that.

A tomato hit the restaurant window and Quinton moaned hanging his head with a sigh before turning to look and see a smirking man in a leather jacket vermillion eyes concealed by the night.

He dusted off his gold trimmed button down shirt and tipped the waiter heading out to the street.

"Hello Gusion," His disgust dripped from his lips like so much poison.

"Quin!" Gusion grinned, hugging him in spite of his obvious disdained look.

"You are my sworn enemy. This little excursion changes none of that."

"Awww please? You're no fun, just an itty bitty little bit of mischief?" He pouted.

Quinton rolled his eyes staring at the astrological atmosphere above them. Was there a downside to this?

Yes, yes there was.

Would he listen to his instincts that told him to run and stop listening to the literal spawn of Satan?

No. He probably wouldn't since when did he ever do anything sane.

"Fine." His words drawl out as he tugged at his collar.

"Delightful!" Gusion strolled off grabbing his arm and dragging him down the street. "We seek adventure grand and majestic!"

"Or we could just go have a nice meal on our one night off from our eternal bellicose state."

"You talk too much, and besides, no one knows what you're even saying half the time stop using big words just because you know them." Gusion patted Quinton's shoulder. "Just leave the talking to me on this trip, okay?"

"Whatever you say fork tail."

"Rude, I have a lovely tail thank you."

"Says the progeny of the underworld."

"Fair enough feather face."

"I do not have feathers on my face!"

"No, but it sounds better than feather back which is my other option."

"You are deplorable."

"Awww thanks!" Gusion guided them to a beaten up warehouse. "Welcome to my brilliant plan."