The day vice found lu was a rainy one. A day in which vice would have rather stayed inside, but he needed to restock on alcohol for the bar. His supplier wouldn't restock him for another week, and he ran out of vodka, and a couple other spirts. When he was walking home, he saw a light from the corner of his eye, in a dead end alleyway. When he turned to look, he saw an angel.
Lu, what an angel. Abused and betrayed at every turn. Snapped and burned the vigil wing. Now thrown from the nest with nothing but the still singed and tattered clothes on his back, he found himself in an alley.
He didn't know where he was.
He didn't know where to go.
He didn't know why water was falling from the sky
The only thing he knew was that he couldn't stop crying.
He didn't know for how long he went in that alley, clutching the broken peices of his halo, the sharp peices cutting into his hands.
He only looked up when he heard someone say, "Are you alright?" When he saw the demon, a vision came to him. A vision of comfort, love, and kindness. A family for himself, no betrayal in sight. There was one name on his lips in that moment.
"Uh, that's my name. Have we met befo-"
Lu tackle hugged him without a second thought. Vice fell to the ground and all of the alcohol bottles shattered. The umbrella vice was holding fell out of his hand. Lu cried into vices chest, and he spoke through sobs.
"They abandoned me" "I can't- I don't-" "The fire, it was a-" "please don't leave-"
Vice put his arms around lu to quiet him.
"It seems we aren't so different, you and I." Vice spoke to Lu quietly while he wept. Whatever comforting words he could think of. Lu's nails dug into vices arms, and the peices of halo cut into him too. But they sat together still. The only other thing vice could understand from the angel's incoherent sobbing was his name. Lu.
Vice could clearly see the damage the nest had inflicted. Lu's wings were clipped, he was bleeding the little energy he had, and he couldn't keep a consistent form. Ears and a tail seemed to pop in and out, and his nails never stayed the same length. As he looked further, wounds started to become clearer. Old and new wounds disappearing in and out of his skin. Even in the rain, lu smelled distinctly of ash and smoke, his clothes were singed too.
"What have they done to you?" Vice whispered. Was this what he looked like when he had staggered from dionysius's domain so many years ago? No, that was different. Lu had too many wounds to have had an easy existence. To little energy to have been well fed. So many questions burned in vice's mind, but one thing was clear. The nest had abandoned lu, and vice was the first one to show him any kindness.
Lu's sobbing eveantually quieted, and his grip loosened. The rain had started to slow. Both lu and vice were soaked to the bone. Vice carefully picked up Lu. The angel was much too light. Lu buried his face in vice's shoulder and gripped on his coat the best he could.
Vice spoke softly. "Don't worry, im not leaving. You can rest a while. We're going home. "
Somewhere Between the alley and apartment, lu passed out from exhaustion. When he awoke, he was bundled in towels and blankets on vice's couch. His wounds were cleaned and bandaged. It was warm, and music quietly filled the apartment. He could smell something cooking on the stove. Lu couldn't see vice, but he could hear him walking around the kitchen. Even though Lu didn't know where he was, or why vice had helped him, or what was coming next, he wasn't scared. Lu drifted back to sleep, peaceful at last.
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