May 22, 2024
Death in Heaven WIP
"Coffee, please."
The fallen angel frowned, but moved to the coffee machine nonetheless. As he turned, Vrethiel noticed a motif on the back of his black shirt - white wings spread all along his shoulders. The angel felt a small smile flit across his face. It reminded him that, quite frankly, they were still of the same stock, even if on opposite sides.
"Do you miss it?" the angel shot suddenly.
"Miss what?" Sirrath asked leaning to a small fridge to reach for milk.
"Heaven." Demon looked back caught off guard by the question and slipped sunglasses back on his nose.
"Nah, I have more than I need over here and no one to tell me what to do."