prince and his shield

Crowley called again in the middle of the night, bringing Raphael with him.Roy walked out without disturbing anyone.

The three walked together along the low wall.Night or day doesn't make much difference to them.

"Is he the foreign aid you mentioned?" Roy looked at Crowley.

"Demons don't have the habit of recording and remembering." Crowley shrugged. "You know we only create and then destroy. Sustainment and stability are not for us."

Roy pouted.

"It's not that hard, if you think about it." Raphael obviously disagreed with him.

Crowley let out a throaty 'aha' sound, expressing disdain.

"So, Angel, what do you know?" Roy didn't want to see them flirting in front of him.

"I happen to have heard about similar situations." Raphael said with a little pride, "A long time ago, before the great flood."

The corner of Roy's mouth twitched.It must be more than 6000 years old, these two old fritters.

"But in the examples I know, the protagonist is not a demon, but an angel." Raphael tugged at his bow tie, avoiding the rose branches growing out of the low wall.

Crowley squinted and stared at the rose. The rose trembled a few times, and slowly turned back into the wall.

"He offended... well, 'Plague', one of the Four Horsemen back then. Now the one is called 'Pollution', you know. Closer to home, he's cursed." Raphael smiled at Crowley.

Crowley snorted contentedly, and continued to walk on his snakeskin boots, creaking.

Roy didn't want to continue walking with them, "Let's go back. This story doesn't sound that long."

"Okay." Raphael was not annoyed by the interruption, and turned around, "I must say, the small towns in England feel great. Why doesn't anyone write a book about them?"

"You can try."

"I, I can't." Raphael waved his hands again and again.

"There seem to be other towns nearby." Crowley said boredly.

"I have a good idea." Raphael looked at him.

"I know your good idea."

"Listen, we can go back and take a look and take pictures." Raphael's eyes sparkled, "I just bought a digital video camera."

"Oh Raphael, don't you know about smartphones?"

"Do you want to come in and talk?" Roy raised his voice.

"Can we go in?" Raphael asked cautiously after being diverted from the topic.

"He's not here," Roy waved his hand, "Relax."

"That's good." Raphael easily believed his words.

Crowley glanced at Roy, and Roy raised his eyebrows, "What? Am I telling such a lie?"

"But he can see us, cameras and stuff. Can't he?" Crowley bared his teeth.He has always disliked the eldest son of the family.

He and Raphael are used to living in London, staying in the mortal world for too long, they have to communicate with some people in power in the mortal world, which can save a lot of unnecessary trouble.

But the person who took over them in this class really didn't like the devil.

Raphael felt a little regretful, he was actually quite curious about Mycroft's house and family.

Roy smiled, "Then why don't we make a quick decision?"

"Oh, where did I just say?" Raphael touched his clothes,

"Say we'll take a picture later," Crowley reminded, shaking his sunglasses.

"...An angel was cursed." Roy smirked.

"Oh, yes. Yes." Raphael re-entered the state, then paused, and glanced at Roy, "Well, he gradually lost the divinity of an angel. But the process is different from falling."

"He was afflicted with ailments similar to those of a mortal. The ailments slowly robbed him of his angelic qualities."

"Disease, this is really rare." Roy rubbed his fingertips, "What about his end?"

Raphael glanced at Crowley, who clicked his tongue.

"He's dead." Raphael couldn't lie, his face was heavy.

Roy groaned and laughed, "So, I'm like, dying gradually too?"

Crowley snorted, "It's too late to regret it now."

Roy glanced at him, "Why should I regret it?"

"Didn't you understand? You're going to die. Like a mortal." Crowley glared at him.

"I didn't hear anything wrong." Roy twitched his lips.

Crowley looked at him incredulously, "You're going to die! Just like a mortal! Where's the point?!"

"It's not so much bad news, it's better to say this is the best news I've heard in such a long time." Roy was flattered.

"What?!" Crowley looked like he wanted to shake him by the neck.

"How long did it take that angel to die?" Roy pressed, and it would be bad if it was too short.

"He died...in 198." Raphael looked from him to Crowley.

"It's a bit long, but it's about the same." Roy clapped his hands, grinned, and patted his shoulder. "Thank you for the news!"

Crowley yelled, "You've been assimilated too badly. We shouldn't be getting too close to mortals!"

"You like rock and drag racing." Roy stabbed back without hesitation.

Crowley choked.

Raphael raised his chin uncomfortably.He likes books, food, and music. "Mortals, um, we've seen it come to this. We're... um. Not too weird."

"I have guarded the human life, is it strange to assimilate?" Roy turned to Raphael.

Raphael shook his head honestly.Crowley made a mocking sound in his throat and rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, you can't lock me up now." Roy said rascally.

"It turns out that it's useless to turn it off." Crowley sneered.Afterwards, the expression became a little lonely.

"Don't look like a bereaved wife." Roy smiled, "That's just the best idea."

Crowley grabbed Raphael, "I don't care about you. You can do whatever you like."

"Thank you, Crowley." Roy thanked with a smile.

Raphael was grabbed by the collar, struggled a few times, and watched Roy hesitate to speak.

"Angel?" Roy looked at him curiously.

"Well, I'm just, um. It's really nice to meet you." Raphael pulled off his collar and stretched out his hand.

Roy laughed and reached out to hold his hand, "I like you too, Angel."

Raphael smiled shyly.

"Don't like him!! He'll just break your heart! Go away!!" Crowley yelled.

"You shouldn't be so mean." Raphael followed him.

"I'm a bloody demon!"

"...I'm an angel! I'm sick of hearing this!"

The voices of the two gradually drifted away.

Roy sneered, childish ghost.

After sending the two away, Roy stood at the door for a while, "Want to come out?"

Steve came around from behind the gate and made a little noise.

Roy looked back at him, "It seems that your resistance has increased."

Steve walked over, hugged the man from behind, and buried his head in the hollow of his shoulder.He used a little bit of strength, which was reassuring.

Roy rubbed the top of his hair and rubbed his head with his hands behind the back.

Steve tilted his head and bit his neck, "You said I shouldn't stay because I feel owed, what about you? What are you doing for?"

Roy was startled, and sighed, "Because I love you."

"Then you should know that I love you too." Steve said sullenly.

Roy could feel his violently turbulent mood, and his whole body couldn't help trembling because of the heat, and sighed, "You are the only one by my side, but your soul is getting purer and purer."

Steve thought of something, and loosened his arms, "Does this make you uncomfortable?"

"Guess what I am?" Roy was curious.

"Anyway, it's either a demon or a vampire." Steve rubbed his hands unwillingly to let go.

Roy was speechless, "Why a vampire?"

"Because you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen." Steve whispered.

Roy paused, "The next time I meet them, I will take you with me."

"Okay." Steve smiled.

"Besides, I'm a devil." Roy tilted his head.

"I see." Steve didn't care much about the question anymore, "May I know what happened to you?" He turned to himself and asked.

He knew that he could not restore the past, and could only fill in more things in the future.But obviously, someone has a history longer than America.

He wanted to know, wanted everything he had.

"Where do you want to know?" Roy was in a good mood and had a good temper.

"First day?" Steve probed.

"Forget it." Roy said without hesitation.

"..." Steve, "you can talk a little bit at a time."

"History is the most boring."

"It won't be boring if you tell me." Steve teased him.

The two of them nestled on the sofa in the living room with a blanket, talking about ancient times.

"Are you sure you're staying in the living room and not going back to the bedroom?" Royston squinted at him.

"I don't want to wake up tomorrow morning and they see us sleeping in one bedroom." Steve is embarrassed.

The Holmes home has four bedrooms.Sherlock and Watson share a room, Oluos and Mrs. Holmes sleep in the master bedroom, and Mr. Holmes sleeps on the floor in the master bedroom.

And he and Royston were strictly required to live in two bedrooms.

Roy glanced in one direction and shrugged.

"When you knew me, I was actually an angel." Roy used the person as a cushion and lay down comfortably.

"I let you fall?" Steve was surprised.

"Yes..." Roy dragged his voice.

"Looks like I won't have the chance to see your wings and halo." Steve thought of the two custom-made Q-shaped keychains.

Roy turned around, sat on his waist and looked at him, "I still have wings, but no halo. Want to see it?"

Steve's eyes light up.He supported Roy's back, feeling his palm being hit by something, and let go.

A pair of black bat wings unfolded from Roy's back.Silently.

He sighed in admiration, unable to express what it was like in his heart.Then, a long spear-like tail shot out from Roy's back waist and wrapped around his forearm.

Steve's arms tense.

Roy raised his eyebrows, poked the tip of his tail on the inside of his elbow, then slid down to poke his thigh.

Steve's whole body tensed up, and his attention was completely drawn to the feeling that was less pain than itching.

"Roy," Steve swallowed, "your..."

"Huh?" Roy lay down, supported his shoulders, and bit his nose.

Steve felt the tail lift up his shirt and dig in.It looks like leather, but it is covered with fine scales, which are numb when scratched.

"Roy!" Steve's face gradually turned red, and he pressed the troublesome tail through his clothes.

"This is much more fun than the halo, isn't it?" Roy whispered, lowering his wings, creating a small dark space beside their faces.

The wonderful feeling of kissing is making Steve's sanity gradually unraveling.

"Are you planning to embarrass our family tomorrow morning?" A cool voice sounded.

Steve withdrew his hand from Roy's clothes abruptly, rolled over, pulled the blanket to cover him tightly, "Sherlock! When did you come?!"

Roy chuckled 'puff puff' on Steve's waist.

Steve was so blessed that he closed his eyes, "Royston!"

"Unfortunately." Sherlock said slowly, "I sleep in the living room. Across from you."

"You don't sleep with Watson?" Steve rubbed his eyebrows.

"We are not a couple!" Watson couldn't help it, and said.

Steve looked in shock at Watson who appeared around the corner of the bathroom, and Royston was trembling with laughter.

Steve opened a slit in the blanket and met his eyes, "Are you blinding my five senses?"

"No." Roy shook his head honestly, "I just lowered your hearing."

With his face flushed, Steve hugged and carried him back to the bedroom.

Royston hung on his shoulder and waved Watson friendly, "Now you have two bedrooms."

Steve staggered a bit, his back showing panic.