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"Had to be sure," Johnny said, his eyebrows still furrowed - there was still worry that there was a trap, that this wasn't real. Scott wasn't real.
He walked toward Scott. "I thought Gods didn't get mundane injuries," he said, still frowning.

[B0N3D4D1]

Scott let out a dry chuckle, "Would you like to try battling the king of hell and not receive any wounds?" He questioned softly before shaking his head before attempting to sit up, "But yes, gods don't, unless with an angel's blade." He explained as he tightened his jaw before sitting up completely.

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Johnny clenched his jaw. "And is he dead?" He asked, raising a single eyebrow and folding his arms. He looked over Scott. "That doesn't seem logical." He said. "Surely no God would create a weapon that could hurt him."

[B0N3D4D1]

Scott shook his head lightly, "No, not yet." He said softly before looking over Johnny, "Cherub I'm not the one who made them, they can't kill me in one hit like they can to an angel or demon but I can receive wounds from them and possibly die if I'm hit enough." He explained softly before glancing downs, "I'm not even sure if I'm considered a god anymore, more like something with godlike ablilities...." He muttered with a sigh, honestly he just wNted to cuddle Johnny right now but the younger male seemed a bit cautious so Scott would keep his distance just in case.

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Johnny frowned a little when he found out that Lucifer wasn't dead yet. "You should take this," He said, passing him the angel blade. "My collection of weapons has grown since you left." He listened to what he had to say about the angel blade and shrugged. "As long as you don't die, right?" He said. He almost seemed expressionless - something he had learnt to do over the months. "All the angels that've been attempting to slaughter me have been attempting to slaughter me because they were looking for their god. So obviously you're god to them."

[B0N3D4D1]

Scott looked over the blade before taking it gently, he was tempted to pull Johnny into a hug right then and there. He hated how express less his Cherub was acting, he wanted to see the human emotions he desperately wanted to feel again. "I'm sorry." He said softly, fiddling with the blade in his hands before glancing down. "I didn't want to leave but I thought you'd be safer if I eliminated Lucifer before he could send anyone after you... But turns out the angels who worshiped me are the ones trying to hurt you..." He explained softly, "Do you hate me?" He asked softly, he didn't blame Johnny if he hated him; he hated himself for leaving.

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"Lucifer has risen," Aveline said, quirking her eyebrow.

//yeahh

Over the months Johnny had gotten quite a few more scars. One decorated the space beside his eye, others dotted around his neck and body. His hair was a bit too long and his clothing was always black. He kept the angel blade holstered on his belt, abandoning his home and living off of people's donations to the 'saviour of the town'. Sometimes newcomers would ask him questions, though the people who had been following him the longest knew he never answered questions and in return never asked them.
You could have called him a churchgoer, if interrupting and contradicting the preacher was something considered holy.
Johnny had become the opposite of what he was before. He was no longer the scared boy he had previously been, relying on Scott for everything, but rather a legend in the streets of London.
Johnny stood up to the thing he'd been dreading the most, and he entered the pub once more, flipping the sign to open. He wanted interaction - to be spoken to, not of.

Alyiah raised her arched brows in surprise, unresponsive. She kept silent for a while, only saying, "Thats not something you hear everyday."

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"That's very true." Aveline said in reply. "But he shouldn't be bothering us. He's.. Busy."

Johnny raised his eyebrow at the apology. "And why are you sorry?" He asked, turning his head a little bit in question. He looked at Scott's expression, his own thawing a little bit. "You could have told me that you were going. You didn't have to lead me on to trust that when I woke up I'd be in the safety of your arms." Johnny said. "They didn't like me. You can't help that at all." He shrugged. "Of course I don't hate you."

[B0N3D4D1]

Scott didn't met Johnny's gaze, feeling to ashamed to even look at him. "You would have told me to stay, and I wouldn't have been able to go..." He glanced up at Johnny slightly, "I can't say those things to you Cherub, I wouldn't be able to see your heart break or even the slightest form of sadness.... It would break me." He said softly before glancing away, "Sometimes I think it'd be better if you did hate me..." He said softly, tucking in one of his wings and stroking the feathers lightly.

I'm going camping tomorrow and sailing today so I won't be on much but I'm bringing my iPad so I will still talk when I have wifi))

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Johnny felt hurt and pain for one of the first times in the few months. He felt tears well up in his eyes, closing his eyes for a couple of moments, looking down and rubbing his forehead gently. He winced a little further when he rubbed a pretty fresh cut. "I missed you," He said, looking up after a long silence. "How could I hate you? You've resurrected me, you've looked after me, and I feel like I'm the one you should hate - I'm the reason your life's decaying away too fast. I'm the reason Lucifer got out of the cage. I asked for the last seal to be broken and it's my fault." He sobbed, sitting down and bringing his hands to his face.