Chapter 445

• 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 didn't hide the shape of her body, her hourglass figure, or her very large ass. But, much as he enjoyed watching her back, the painful silence ruined it. They weren't just being quiet because they needed to avoid detection, he didn't need Mia to tell him that. Not once did Dao look back to him, check on him, rub a horn on him, anything.
• Once they got back down into the ravines between the mountains, and the darkness of night fell on them, Caera spoke up.