James came back early today. The reason was a joke. Let’s make everyone happy. The police chief was assassinated, and Chief Darcy handed the case to the youngest and most promising detective in the police department, Detective Lance, our James. Guess what? There was no case at all for James to be young and promising, so he couldn't just sit in a daze at the police station and come back.
"You missed lunch." Zach glanced at James.
James was too lazy to care and went into the kitchen on his own.
"Yuehua and Baiying are gone." Zach found that James didn't notice the difference in Grande, "I put your things in the guest room, and that room is yours. Are you happy?"
James didn't find any food. He glanced at the snack basket reserved for the Great Dane and placed a piece of cake on one side of his mouth.
"Put something new in the warehouse where you used to sleep." Zach continued to remind, "Do you want to see it?"
James glanced at Zach in the backyard from the window, twitched his eyes, took another egg roll, and came out, "I went to check on Coulson."
Zach didn't want to miss James's expression when he saw the thing, so he walked in front and led the way backwards, "Oh? Really, how is his recovery?"
"He asked you to tell me a few days ago to find him." When Zach met Coulson at the police station, wasn't Coulson asking about the new director? James said in a bad tone, "You didn't."
Zach raised his eyebrows and said, "I forgot." It was such a convenient reason, "So, have you told him your impressions of the new director?"
James lowered his lips and said, "I threw him the case information on the director's assassination. I wanted to find something for him to do."
Zach laughed, "You're so mean."
James was too lazy to answer, "What's new." As Zach stepped back, he stepped into the warehouse, and then. He raised his head and followed Zach's upward finger to look at the ceiling of the warehouse. The egg roll residue fell from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes widened, staring at what came into view.
"Use your imagination." Zach was very satisfied with this expression and waved his arms in a display, "Guess what this is."
James bowed his head. Looking at Zach, he was frozen for a moment, opened his coat, took out a slightly curly feather from the holster on his side, and stood up in front of him, "This."
"Close." Zach nodded, "But not right. Continue~"
James' lips moved, and the look he looked at Zach was definitely unpleasant, but what could be done. He could only play this boring game with Zach.
"It's too high, I can't see clearly."
"Easy." Zach grabbed James, and before he could use any resistance, James was already caught on the beam of the warehouse.
Too close, a huge, spreading ink-black shadow enveloped James, who relied on Zach to hold on to maintain his balance. The raised tail tip of James' hair was stirred by the swaying of the airflow.
"Stand still!" Zach reminded.
James pushed aside Zach's assist and dangled on the beam that could only accommodate the width of one foot. He reluctantly found his balance and raised his head with a gloomy expression. Look at the 'thing' covering your head.
"Obviously this is not a bad decoration of yours." James said solemnly.
"No." Zach walked lightly on the scale, tilted his head, and let the frizzy feathers touch his body, "There is nothing in Grandry that can accommodate such a large 'decoration'..."
"So you put this thing here!" Benjamin said in a disgusting tone from the second floor on the other side.
James looked down at the unhappy Benjamin sideways. This was probably a hint that Benjamin didn't like this thing.
Uh... Zach doesn't like this stuff either. Did you see it? Zach moved flexibly without making any contact with 'it'.
"If you don't like this thing." James started to move. He was now only on one side of the symmetrically unfolded thing. To see the whole thing, he had to follow Zach's footsteps. of course. James was not as light as Zach. He arched his body, spread his arms, and said slowly, "Why not throw it into the warehouse to the south?"
good question. He received a meaningful smile from Zach, "Good idea, it will be very suitable, isn't it? It will be placed behind the statue of the archangel. If it matches well, it should be able to sell for a good price."
James' eyes twitched, selling? Sell this thing that exudes an alien atmosphere? Standing on someone else's grave? ! James retorted gloomily, "This thing is black." James was still holding a gift from the angel Camille, which was white, "I don't think it matches the archangel statue."
Zach turned a beam and tilted his head childishly, "You're right. Haha, it's a little closer. Come on, James."
Inexplicably, James' heart skipped a beat. What are the things that are least worthy of the angel statue? Count them.
Zach didn't care what was going on in James' head. He reached out and took James' hand to adjust his balance. He lifted it up and brought it to the new beam regardless of whether James was ready or not.
Before James raises his head and his face turns ugly, let’s talk about the reason why it is not placed in the south warehouse... Oh, you all know it, Georgina, okay, that won’t explain it.
James raised his head and stared at the end of the dagger that was almost in front of his eyes. He followed the body of the dagger with strange patterns and submerged it into the slightly burnt and withered black feathers.
A slight popping sound occurred right where the blade sank, in front of James. Occasionally, bright red and shining light spots came out of the roots of the overlapping wings, causing the black feathers to slightly bend, quivering and gently swinging apart. The rhythm is transmitted to the two unfolded wings...
James lost his balance momentarily, and Zach caught him.
"This thing is still alive!" James shouted, "That's Seth's dagger!" He could already see clearly that the thing that spread out like two huge wings was fixed on the ceiling! "What the hell is this?!"
Zach was very satisfied with this expression, and forcefully pulled James to stabilize his balance, "You actually recognized it, Seth's dagger. Not bad."
James, who had just found his balance, began to struggle and get rid of Zach's support, "This thing is still moving! It's still alive! Is it another inexplicable alien race! What on earth is it?!"
"Of course it's moving." Zach smiled naturally, "Every moment, it is trying to return to its owner. So..." Let the facts explain, Zach raised his hand and plucked the end of the dagger.
The trembling bright red light shone around the dagger being moved, and the wings flat against the ceiling fanned down with an aura that seemed to push through the space!
James lost his balance again in the inky shadows approaching from both sides, and was caught by Zach. He watched in horror as the wings closed at an angle of only 45 degrees - the pattern on the dagger suddenly brightened. Burning crackling sounds burst out intensively, and the sudden trembling swayed from the center where the roots of the two wings were nailed, as if the muscles were twitching under the feathers, matching the sound of close friction rising from the depths of the soul. With the trembling of two stagnant wings, then. Wow! Re-flatten and unfold under the ceiling…
James gave up on adjusting his balance and held Zach's arm tightly, breathing unsteadily, "What is this..."
"Crowley's wings, the wings of the fallen angel." The protagonist of the game had lost the ability to guess, and Zach gave the answer.
The silence lasted only one breath.
"Put me down!!" James shouted.
Zach smiled and shook his head, picked up James, and disappeared on the beam.
"Where are you going?" As soon as he landed, James pushed Zach away. He rushed out of the warehouse full of momentum. Zach naturally wanted to ask.
"Go back to my room!"
"Are you happy now?" Zach smiled and spread his hands, "Thank you for helping me put your things in the guest room?"
James turned back and glared at Zach, not wanting to respond. Zach stopped pursuing him because he was confident. Although James's rejection of demons has become hopeless due to Crowley's minor mishandling (James' soul on the wall, twice), James is still a logical guy.
No, it's only two minutes. James rushed back. But he didn't enter the warehouse gloomily, staring at Zack who looked up and seemed to be really admiring the giant decoration on the ceiling. "Come out and speak!"
Zach behaved like a cat and walked out of the warehouse.
"Why are Crowley's wings here?!" Look, the logic is clear.
"She gave it to me," Zach replied, "putting her most important thing in Grande, completing the complete trust between her and Grande."
Countless emotions flashed through James' eyes. Finally one confirmed, "Why should you trust her!"
"Do I need to remind you, how many times has Mike helped us?" Zach waved his hand and said calmly, "And Chapman. Although your relationship is average no matter how you look at it, how many times has he been there? Did you volunteer when you needed help?"
Seeing that James remained silent, Zach continued, "How many times have we belatedly discovered that the devil had complete intelligence information, but because of the ambiguous position, we missed it when it was useful. ” Zach’s conclusion was obvious, “If we can trust each other, we can work with each other.”
One thing is still confirmed, "I just don't want to cooperate with the devil!"
"There are a lot of people you don't want to cooperate with." Zach pointed at himself, yes, himself, "But it turns out that we work well together."
"This is different!"
"There's no difference, James." Zach waved his hand, "The only difference in details is that when Grande found you, you were in a desperate situation, your identity was stolen, and you were waiting to die in the woods of the South District without any relatives. . And when the devil appears, you already have me by your side who promises to show you the real world, and you have a choice."
Zach shook his hand, "Your rejection of foreigners is the same. Both are bad choices. You chose the one that is easier to accept."
"you… "
"I should tell you some facts." Zach interrupted James, "I have suspected you for a while, before your identity and the purpose of coming to Barton were clear."
James shut up and stared at Zach.
"At that time, I still had a question about why your rejection of demons was so strong." Zach waved his hand, "Of course I was happy to see it, and I even contributed to it a little bit. But later, when I thought about it carefully, , I found out. The reason why you finally chose Grande to be a party you can trust."
Don't look at James' expression, there is nothing new.
Zach continued, "Crowley knew that she knew you were a demon as early as the first time she entered your soul..." It's better to whitewash it, "A political pawn sent from the west. So Crowley has At the end of the day, I made the assertion that you will never have any acceptance of Barton’s alien race, because you already have a stance from your family, but you didn’t know at the time that your stance was also an alien race.”
James' face turned pale, for the first time.
"At that time and later, you cooperated with Grande just because I didn't know your purpose yet. In your eyes, I was Anthony, your close friend in the future template. The choice was very clear, only Grande." Zach didn't want to put too much pressure on James. After all, they were just being honest with each other, and gestured towards the bench on the back porch.
"The only small rebellion came from the time at Walter's house." James said that Zach was a parasite. "That is your sincerity. If possible, I don't want to have anything to do with aliens. Oh, but things Unfortunately, Georgina is kidnapped and you have your first epiphany.”
James sat down honestly.
"A shocking epiphany for me." Zach glanced in the direction of the south warehouse. Of course, James was not in the mood to see where Zach was looking now. "Robert will definitely come to Grande to take revenge and guard Grande." , you can rescue Georgina." Give some time for James or a certain Sabbat Toledo in the warehouse to accept, "Look, your choice is clearly displayed in front of you again, Ge Rand is your only option."
"No matter how often you express your rejection of foreign races and doubts about my character, the choice is always placed in front of you in an absolute way." Zach actually patted James, "In the end, it is the inheritor's. It's the wedding. Don't you find it interesting? During that time, during the purge in the southeast and Amelia's psychological counseling, I kept stimulating your fragile nerves, provoking your career, and the injustice and incompetence of the police." Yes. The indifference of the southeast and the prejudice against foreign races, "As a result, you miraculously did not stay away from Grande, but instead confessed to me about the west and the Sabbat."
Zach's tone began to turn comforting, "It's no longer about me missing part of the information and you missing part of the information. When all the information was put in front of you, you made a wise choice. You said you didn't want to be a puppet of the Sabbat. .”
James shrugged and pushed Zach's hand away, staring at the vampire gloomily, "Very good, do you feel happy analyzing me?"
"How about you let me finish?" Zach smiled, "And I said this was a wise choice because the reason you chose Grande was me."
James curled his lips and tilted his head.
"Although you don't want to admit it, you probably spent no less time analyzing me than I did doubting your motives, and then you came to the right decision without being forced by a desperate situation and without the only option. Admit it and No, you trust me."
Let me give you a proof. When Ike was still in Glen, Zach said to James, 'You're not going to like it, but now that the Sabbat is good for Anthony, I won't have a problem with it. 'Then James didn't run.
To give a proof, Zach said to James who went to work, "I exclude the people I hate, and the world becomes the way I like. You, the human lifespan, will not live to see that day." . 'Then, James disappeared after not working the evening shift and returned to Grande.
Understand, there are many things that James can analyze and question about Zach, very many. But in the end, when the world in the eyes of the two people was no longer incomplete after running in and understanding each other, and became completely the same, James trusted Zach. Not a vampire, just Zack.
"So trust me when I say, we need to work with the devil, we really do."
James looked at Zach, "Reason."
"Boyson collapsed Sibella's 'enchantment' for a reason. Papa Midnight, I don't need to say anything more. We need all the help we can get." Zach held James' hand With his hand, under James's squinting gaze, he put the angel hair that James still held in his hand back into the holster, "Put this away, you have nothing to worry about."
James shook, stood up, and left. (.)