A/N:: We hit 600 reads! Thank you so much my lovelies!! 

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P.S Some Sunshine on Leith for this song because who doesn't love the Proclaimers—and also yes doing a stage show of this musical was the best time of my life and I can't let it go xo

The walk back to town was a quiet one. The darkness left them all to their own thoughts while they tried to figure out a solution, but each person seemed to be stuck on a different part of the equation.

For Bonnie, her mind was going over what Eyael had told her. The hints of truth that he had dropped subtly, decorated as wise words or friendly advice. Plus, she had actually summoned a deity—that alone should have been mind-boggling enough. She was still thinking about it as she sat in the small local pub, the sounds of other people helping to distract her mind.

Kimaris sat down, placing a glass of amber liquid on the table that he pushed in front of her. He copied her gaze, looking to the open floor. Gremory was twirling in the middle of it, his arms around drunken men who were laughing deeply at the antics and trying not to spill their drinks onto the old wooden ground. His feet kicked up as he twirled another patron, gleefully moving to the beat that a small fiddle played from the stage. In his free hand he held a bottle that was slowly getting more and more empty as the minutes passed by.

"He's dealing with things in his own way," Kimaris said, as he swallowed a mouthful of his drink. "I think he might have charmed the bartender into giving him the bottle."

"This is his second," Bonnie pointed out, taking the damp glass into her hand. "He might have also convinced someone to buy a round of drinks for the whole pub."

Kimaris groaned, making her smile. Gremory knocked his shoulders into a short man, and as they turned to chastise him, their frown quickly slid away into an open grin that followed laughter as they started dancing. Bonnie's eyes trailed over to the band who were transitioning into another tune, new instruments swapped out for old. When they struck the first chord, Gremory closed his eyes in pleasure and began to move quicker, roping anyone who was near him into the movements.

"He really loves music, doesn't he?"

Kimaris stopped drinking, watching his friend drunkenly stumble through the steps of a ceilidh dance.

"He does. He's always loved it, but nowadays I think it's the only thing that makes him feel close to Amdusias." Bonnie's grin faltered at the mention of his name. "Especially old music like this; the Celts really knew what they were doing back then. Gremory used to make him play it all the time, some of the other daemons weren't as fond, but they appreciated it for what it was. I'm not sure how it is now, but I doubt they'd appreciate the pop tunes of the 2000s in the same way."

"Well, at least they have some taste then," Bonnie added, stopping her surveillance and turning back to face the window they had sat in front of. "Is he actually drunk?"

"Getting there." Kimaris nodded, leaning onto his elbow and pushing a dark stray hair back from his face. "It takes quite a lot, but he's got the right beverage for the job."

"Whisky?" Bonnie peered at the cup she held. "Whys that?"

"We used to call it liquid gold, and for good reason too. It was so sought after that it became pretty valuable, I don't know a daemon who would turn it down. Some angels made sure that they showed it to monks, so that the purest of humans could produce the purest of concoctions for them. At first it was mostly medicinal, it does have a strange quality of healing to it. But boy, when it hit Scotland? That's when things really changed." He held it up to the light. "Because of a certain King of England who dissolved the monasteries, the monks no longer had an income and turned to making whisky in their own homes. After a tax got put on that, it pushed them to make it illegally."

"Are you this much of a nerd about all of history?" Bonnie teased, making his mouth quirk up into a half smile. "Or is it just alcohol related knowledge?"

"It's pretty easy to remember when you were there." Kimaris took a sip of his drink, pretending not to notice her shocked expression until he looked at her with fake surprise. "What? Who do you think gave them the idea to start making it at night when the smoke couldn't be seen from the stills? It's important to have good alcohol."

The image of the fridge from his home came to mind, and the multiple bottles of wine that cost more than her rent.

"Clearly," she laughed, trying to imagine what that must have looked like. "So you're who we thank for having moonshine? I think you might want to keep that one quiet."

"Your advice might be a couple hundred years too late," he winced, a slightly embarrassed tilt to his expression. "I definitely pissed off a couple angels, they weren't thrilled that I'd ruined their endeavours of holy monopoly over the industry and it was getting given to the people instead of those they'd chosen. We had to come up with a bit of compromise to appease them."

Bonnie's mind flickered back to a myth she was told as a child while on a day trip to a distillery. The barrels of oak that they'd peered into slightly empty, their short legs making them just able to see over the edge. And the strong smell of malt wafting through their tiny noses.

"The angels share." Her voice came out light, and Kimaris raised a brow at her gasp. "That's what it's called, isn't it? The part of the whisky that evaporates while it's in the barrel. It's called the angels share."

"Well, Bonnie Lawrence." Kimaris offered her a rare toothed grin. "It appears you're not as slow as you seem to be."

She dipped her fingers into the glass before flicking it at his amused expression, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, well maybe I really do need to just start taking everything literally. The whole 'there's truth in everything' part of this is growing a bit thin."

"Some of it is a little pretentious, isn't it?"

They both chuckled, the sound fading until it was overrun by the tune beating through the room. It was a cosy little place, full of mismatched furniture and wooden benches that looked as old as the bricks they built the place with. The fire in the corner was clearly the source of heat, but the many bodies did its job for them, making everyone slightly red in the cheeks. It felt homely. Comforting even.

Behind them Gremory hummed along to the tune, his feet tapping the ground expertly, and his mind a thousand miles away. But Bonnie's was stuck on Eyael. As she saw a flash of his gold belt, the thing that had been slowly chipping away at the back of her thoughts like a wood pecker sprang forward.

"Kimaris," she said hesitantly, making his eyes come back to her and her unsure frown. "The thing we've been looking for... it's a sacred object, isn't it?"

He stilled, a flash of something flitting across his face as he slowly lowered his glass to the table. The question pulled his brows together, and his chin barely moved as he nodded.

"Yes, it is. One of the most powerful ones there is."

Inside her mind, Bonnie was leaping for joy at figuring it out. Her heart pounded at the knowledge that she had been so desperate to hear. She shuffled her stool closer to him, ignoring the way it scraped along the ground. With all the sounds going on, it would be impossible to hear, but he seemed apprehensive to talk about it and she didn't want to miss a single thing.

His dark eyes surveyed her movements, his head subtly shaking at her eagerness. But then he sighed, and bent his body towards her, his hands steeling themselves in a tight grip that brought the colour from his fingers.

"It's called the Eye of Horus."

All presumptions trickled from Bonnie's brain, the name throwing a curveball into the idea that she had conjured in the few seconds of thinking.

"Horus? Like the god?" At the tightened of his mouth, she knew she was right. "Oh my god, the gods were real?"

"In a way, yes." Kimaris checked the room once before taking a breath. "They're not these all powerful beings of creation that some stories paint them to be. They had power, sure, but limitations. Not to say that some stories aren't true, they're just embellished a little here and there. For example, there was never a Zeus, but there were plenty of times people took the name to enact some questionable ideas, or the form to disguise their identity. After a time, some legends got pushed together, and the truth was lost. Others... well, they remain quite accurate."

It was getting harder and harder for Bonnie to stay focused on the original question she had asked, but she was determined to hear the answer this time. She'd been distracted far too many times.

"And Horus is one of them? He's legit?"

Kimaris almost laughed at her words but he nodded his head none the less, taking another drink as he did.

"Yes, Horus was legit. And the Eye of Horus even more so, although it hasn't been seen in a fair few millennia. It was only really used once, and even then it caused a war that lasted hundreds of years."

Hundreds of years? Bonnie tried to imagine what could hold so much worth, but then she remembered Eyael's words and thought of the human wars raging. Suddenly it didn't seem so silly.

"What is it?" she asked, thinking of the shimmering arrow she'd held in her hands. "A weapon?"

"It was never meant to be, but I suppose in the wrong hands it could be called that." He swished the last dregs of alcohol around, letting them skirt up the sides and almost spill over the top. "It's a talisman, really. An all-seeing eye, as you humans so fondly named it. It shows the truth, the future, pretty much everything to the person holding it. A person could have all their desires come true; the ways in which to achieve it, the location of someone or something missing, even from inside a body it could pull the truth right from your lips. As easily as breathing."

"That sounds..." Bonnie took a deep breath. "Powerful. Incredibly powerful."

"It is," Kimaris confirmed, leaning back from their bubble of seclusion to throw the rest of his drink down. "That's why Horus hid it. He knew it was too dangerous to have—for anyone let alone him. Not when he had an enemy licking at his heels. And so he hid it. Gave it away to a trusted confidante who made sure that no one would ever find it, including him."

His arm shook as he lowered his glass to the table. The people kept spinning, unaware of the conversation being spoken about only a few metres from them. He looked as though he was about to shatter, his bones exploding with the strain that he was inflecting upon himself as his eyes glazed over with the memory of the past.

"The story became a thing of legend, and the item thought to be lost forever. But these things don't just disappear, and I know it has to be somewhere." His nails scraped along the side of the glass as his grip tightened. "It just has to be."

A clatter of objects snapped the two of them from their swirling pit of thoughts as the music cut off abruptly. Over at the other side of the pub was a commotion of noise, and it quickly became apparent that neither of them could see Gremory anymore. Using her stool as a step, and Kimaris' shoulder to balance, Bonnie rose to a height which allowed her to see over the circle of people that were blocking her view. When she saw a flash of blonde in amongst the disgruntled band members and a drunken garble following it, she knew she'd found him. When she looked down at Kimaris, he knew too.

"Shit," he mumbled, helping her down quickly before storming across the room, Bonnie's smaller steps trailing behind him. Shouts had risen, and from the sounds of it, they were all directed at one person—Gremory.

Thankfully, the crowd allowed them most of the way through. That probably had something to with the dark cloud hanging over Kimaris, but she welcomed it either way. It was only when they got to the front that they received some resistance, in the form of a few drunk middle-aged men who were cheering on their friend that was trying to swing for Gremory.

"Move," Kimaris ordered, a bored glare accompanying his flat tone. "Or be moved."

"Yer mate fell intae the band and then took oor pals bevvy!" One of them replied, his puffy cheeks turning purple with anger. "Tried tae convince us after that he hudn't!"

Kimaris' mouth snapped shut as he looked over at where he could see Gremory's feet, disappointment making his determination shrink for a moment. "That was incredibly stupid of him. How embarrassing."

"Kimaris!" Bonnie scolded, as she watched one man grasp the curled body on the ground. "Not the time."

He sighed, barely looking at her as he straightened up again, pushing the man out the way with a brush of his hand.

"Alright, I'll get him," he said, ignoring the protests of the men who had started throwing fists into his back. They may as well have been punching a brick wall. "Could you stop, I'm just trying to get him out of your hair."

The boozy men actually took a step back from him, glancing at each other in mild shock and confusion. Kimaris offered them a strained smile before clearing his throat, bringing the attention of the man who was crouched over Gremory. The man stood up, turning to look with a snarl already on his lips. When his eyes trailed from their level at Kimaris' chest and up to his face, doubt flitted through.

"Arite big man," the podgy ginger said, his arms swaying at his side. "An' who th'feck are you?"

Bonnie bit her lip to stop herself from laughing, and quickly ducked behind him to Gremory who was still laying on the floor. Despite being pummelled with fists for a few minutes, his face was unmarked and she quickly had to remind herself that although he was drunk, he was still a daemon. When she'd crouched down beside him, his blurred eyes moved over to her, and his face broke into a slanted grin as he stretched a hand out.

"Bonnie!" he gurgled, unable to pull himself up from the floor. "So good to see you!"

"Yeah Gremory," she laughed under her breath, trying to get a hold of his hand. "It's been a long two hours."

"Look, I understand that you're annoyed right now and probably feel the need to act all—" Kimaris said from above her, waving a hand over the man's body, surveying him from head to toe. "—Macho, in front of all these people. But I'm telling you he's not worth it. Just let me grab him and I swear you'll never set eyes on him again."

Bonnie grabbed onto Gremory with a sweaty hand, throwing her entire force behind pulling him to his feet. He moaned in response and tried to yank her towards him. Luckily, it was only a half attempt, and she kept her balance.

"Come on," she huffed, noticing the staring faces that were watching them. "Gremory get up!"

The man Kimaris was arguing with let out a sardonic laugh and pointed towards them, his previous confidence returning as they watched her struggle.

"He telt me a wis a 'stupid human'! He said a wis under evolved. Who th'hell does he 'hink he is?"

Bonnie could feel the sigh that left Kimaris' body. Her own echoed it as she looked down at their chuckling friend who was rolling onto his side, clearly amused by his insult.

"Come on Gremory," she hissed, reattempting to drag him to his feet, her body tilting back with the power she was using. They needed to leave, and quickly. "We need to—" Without warning, Gremory sat up.

Bonnie stumble backwards, her legs unable to catch her as she fell, knocking straight into the man that was pointing at them. A stool clattered to the ground beside them as they hit the ground.

"I'm so sorry!" she gushed to the man, scrambling to get off him as he moaned, either in pain or frustration. He had cushioned her fall quite well, and she was unsure how much the alcohol would have numbed him.

Kimaris gave her a wide-eyed stare before shrugging his shoulders.

"That worked." He quickly went to Gremory and pulled him up with ease, pushing the chuckling figure through the crowd of people and towards the door with a shove far too strong to be completely friendly. "Now we're leaving. Let's go."

Bonnie quickly followed him, holding her hands up to the onlookers who were muttering between themselves. Hostility waved off of them in droves, but they were going back to their own conversations. Trust daemons to annoy—what are meant to be—some of the nicest people on earth.

She threw a twenty note into the hat of the old men who had taken their seats and resumed playing, their unimpressed looks softening at the gesture.

"So, so sorry."

As they went to leave, she noticed her coat hanging from the hook in the wall and quickly detoured over to it. The walk to the lodge was short, but it was cold outside. And it had been a gift, the first in a long time.

Kimaris was almost out the door, kicking Gremory through as he turned back for Bonnie, his eyes scanning the room under the yellow light.

"I'm coming!" she called, scurrying over to him and throwing one last look back at the group who were helping their friend to his feet. "Really sorry again!"

She didn't wait for a response. Ducking under Kimaris' arm and going out into the cold, she wrapped the thick material around her and she braced against the growing wind. Gremory stood in the middle of the road, his arms outstretched and head up to the sky as he started walking, humming a tune to himself happily.

"I can't take him anywhere, I swear," grumbled Kimaris, shutting the door behind them.

"Gremory!" Bonnie tried, huffing when he ignored her completely and kept twirling. Her feet crunched on the stones as she tried to catch up to him, ignoring Kimaris telling her to not bother. "Gremory!"

The blonde's eyes snapped open as she drew nearer, his outstretched arms widening as he gasped, pulling her into him.

"Bonny Bonnie!" he chirped, his huge grin making her annoyance dwindle. "I was just having a dance! Why didn't you join me?"

Bonnie squealed as he lifted her from her feet, spinning her as she smacked his arms, terrified that he was going to lose his balance. Kimaris gave a noise of disapproval, causing him to pout his lip.

"You looked more like you were having a fight Gremory," she laughed, steadying herself as he put her back on the ground. "I don't know how good of a partner I'd be."

Gremory gasped again and took her arm under his, linking them as he continued to walk down the road, breathing in the scent of night air. The music from the pub faded into the distance.

"Don't you say that! You'd be a perfect partner," he chastised, wagging a finger into her face and almost rubbing his nose against hers. "You bonny Bonnie, are my most favourite human. That should be a great honour."

"Oh, thanks." She blushed, trying to ignore his prying eyes and elated grin. "You're my favourite daemon if it's any consolation."

"It is!" He cried, squeezing her tightly and pulling her closer, his teeth glinting in the moonlight. Although he was drunk, her heart warmed at hearing him call her his favourite. Was that sad?

"And how many humans is that you know Gremory?" Kimaris asked from behind them, his footsteps only a couple away. "Making it a habit to find some new company are we?"

"Pfft, ignore him," Gremory whispered loudly, waving a hand at the comment. "He's just concerned that I have a new friend."

Bonnie looked over her shoulder. Kimaris was shaking his head softly, his eyes trained on the trees beside them. His hands were in his pockets, and a smile stretched on his lips. He must have felt her eyes because no sooner had she looked that he brought his gaze down to her, and she spun around before they connected.

"It's strange, you know," Gremory continued, unaware of her racing heart as he stretched his legs out comically, swinging them as he stepped. "I never really thought I'd be friends with a human. I always found you guys so pathetic. I think the main difference between our species is the confidence in self, really."

The light feeling that had been drifting through her body was beginning to ebb away. Gone were thoughts of Kimaris as she looked at Gremory in confusion, her grin faltering at his drunken words.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that as a creature, humans have a habit of choosing to stay safe instead of fulfilled. It's rare that any of you push the boundaries of your existence. Most of you stay small and cosy in your bubble where there's no change to rattle you." He looked down at Bonnie, his breath bringing a wave of bitter alcohol over her. "Take you for example—"

"Grem." Kimaris' stern voice cut in, making the blonde look at him with an innocent stare.

"What?" he asked, drawing out the one syllable, his eyes rolling back to Bonnie. "You're the biggest example of it, bonny Bonnie. What have you done with your existence? Nothing from what I can tell—"

"Gremory." Kimaris repeated, harsher this time as the lights from the cabin came into view, the paved street turning into a dirt path that made their feet kick up dust. Bonnie was silent, unable to think of something to say. She felt frozen at his blatant description of her life.

"Kimaris," he mocked back, sticking his tongue out as he spoke, continuing to lean into her with a grin. This wasn't fun for her anymore. "I'm just saying, statistically you're already through a quarter of your life. In the time that I've looked for Amdusias you could have been born, lived long, and died twice. I live for thousands of years, but you? It's like you don't even care that your life is a meaningless pile of—"

"Gremory!" Kimaris yelled, his angry footsteps approaching them. In response Gremory flung his arm from Bonnie and spun around, the relaxed fun daze to his face replaced by an alcohol fused rage.

"What!" he yelled, waving his arms, laughing to the sky. "What is it o'great Kimaris, Protector of—"

"You're drunk," he interrupted, shoving his chest and following where he stumbled to. "And you're being an asshole."

"Ha!" Gremory shouted, sneering at the taller man. "That's rich coming from the man whose literally nicknamed 'Gods gloom'! I'll make sure to update the scriptures."

Kimaris' dark expression dropped even further, and the pit Bonnie had felt in her stomach seemed to double.

"Watch your mouth," Kimaris hissed, his shoulders broadening. "And apologise to Bonnie."

"What, now you want to act as though you care about human life?" Gremory cackled, pointing over at Bonnie as she stood shaking beside them, her wide eyes unblinking. "Just because she's listening, you think you can try to be all high and mighty now? You forget, I know what you've done Kimaris, I know who you really are—"

The fist came from nowhere. One minute Gremory was in his face and slurring insults at him, and the next he was picking himself up from the ground, a hand wiping the side of his mouth. Bonnie's palms covered her own as she watched their shaking figures, unsure of what to do.

"Don't," Kimaris threatened, his neck straining against the way he was clenching his mouth. "It is not your place."

Gremory rubbed his jaw, low chuckles that sounded so unlike him raising from his chest as he braced himself in front of Kimaris. They looked so different from usual. Maybe it was the lack of light, but it was as though shadows had passed over their faces, warping the features she'd got so used to seeing.

"My place?" Gremory repeated as though it tasted bad. "I think you'll find both our places are in the fucking Abyss for what we've done. At least then I'd have Amdusias. How about I just summon a friend of yours and—"

Kimaris' fist flew again, and even though this time Gremory was prepared, it still struck him with a force that sounded as though lightening had broken through the trees. Bonnie gasped and rushed forward as he fell again, his laughter now bubbling as Kimaris seethed.

"I don't care how drunk you are," Kimaris growled, moving to stand over him as he grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him to his feet. "How fucking dare you."

"Stop!" Bonnie yelled, reaching them as he tightened his grip and Gremory let out a choked sound that made her skin crawl. "Stop, please!"

Kimaris didn't react to her voice. He pulled him closer, his steal gaze unwavering from the person who looked as though they were struggling to swallow.

"Go on Kimaris," Gremory choked out, his nose dripping something darkly coloured onto his lip which he licked away almost instantaneously. His breaths stuttered. "Let's stop pretending we're worth anything. Let her see the real you."

His voice echoed through the empty field around them, drifting through the leaves and swaying the branches. Bonnie held her breath. Gremory's voice had been laced with such venom that she had flinched back, but it was also coated in pain. Gut wrenching pain.

Kimaris arm shook, and she could see the conflicting emotions rage through him as his knuckles turned white. She didn't doubt that Gremory could survive this, but she was scared about what damage might be done. Not only to Gremory, but to Kimaris—how would he feel after knowing he'd hurt his friend?

A noise came from Gremory's throat, one that almost sounded as though he was underwater. In an instant, Kimaris let him go. As Bonnie stepped up in panic, trying to figure out what was wrong, his mouth opened incredibly wide, stopping her.

And then contents of two bottles of liquor made their second appearance that evening, all down the front of Kimaris.

Bonnie looked between the two boys, waiting for one to make a move. Gremory was the first to react, his chuckles vibrating from his reddened face that made relief swim through her with the breath she took.

Kimaris let out a sigh, his shoulders dropping forward as Gremory slumped into the floor, mumbles of apology littering the ground as he rolled onto his back.

Without looking at her, Kimaris rifled through his trousers and then held out a key, the metal reflecting the light from the lodge behind them.

"You're the room on the left with the bathroom attached. Why don't you go get a shower and I'll deal with him," he stated bluntly, already moving away from her and back towards Gremory who had grown quiet. "You've dealt with enough tonight."

Bonnie nodded, her throat constricting in a way that made words impossible. She wouldn't even know what to say if she could. As tears sprung to her eyes, she turned her back to the pair of them and quickly headed towards the cabin.

At least if nothing else, there she'd find comfort in the warm water and fresh clothes waiting for her. Although she doubted it would have any answers to what the hell just happened.