They traveled in silence back to their hole, Caera in lead as usual. They needed to hide again, since the sudden -- and very fucking random -- appearance of the two angels meant other demons might come investigate, despite the twilight hours. Much as the angels seemed to fade into the fire sky easily enough, when they were on the ground there was no mistaking the giant white feather wings and the gleaming, shiny armor and weapons. Demons could come looking, or the rider, or that invisible monster, or maybe other angels.

He looked at Daoka's back. Unlike Jes or Caera, she had no tail, and her bits of armor...