flights of angels

       A moment of silence as the name sinks into her brain, memories from old scriptures  && ancient literature she skimmed across. GADREEL. she’ thought this angel was dead, she was told he was lost to the world that the angels made him suffer for letting Lucifer into the garden.  “ I drink to numb my pain –… i bet you’ve felt your fair share of pain huh?”     she asks standing up moving behind the bar leaning over it ,  filling his glass up with the strong whiskey she was sipping on, reaching over and placing one of those little umbrellas in it.  “ I call that little cocktail ‘ ode’ to people who are meant to be dead ’ super tangy with extra bite.” her fingers playing with a straw looking at him. “ you shouldn’t blame yourself ya know , Lucifer is the most manipulative bastard in the universe …— he would of made it into the garden .. it was gods decree .. it was always gonna happen the way it had happened sucks you got caught in the middle.” she said trying to sympathize with the angel  “ i mean it wasn’t that big of a mistake … i’ve done worse…”

           The whiskey tasted like FIRE and he hated it, but it was a nice sentiment. He finished it in one, then pushed the glass back to her.       “ A GUARDIAN who cannot guard is like a DEMON who cannot corrupt. A bank without currency. A jail with no LOCK. In short, WORTHLESS. ”

   ❝ You have me at a disadvantage– I don’t know who you are. ❞

       ‘   … shoot        ’