They didn't even need to open the damn door for me to know who was there. It was David. I could smell him from here. He always reeked of fresh-cut grass and pine. As the old woman strode toward the door, I growled and grumbled, unable to cover my growing irritation. "Uggghhhhhhhhhh!" The Fae squeaked at my wickedly audible disdain, her chestnut-colored eyes watching me cautiously. She cast them down whenever they met mine. The rosiness spread across her tan cheeks. Interesting. I hoped I would have the chance to play with her later. Now wasn't the time. I ignored her and slumped down as far as the couch would allow me to, hoping, if just for a moment, that it would consume me. On the bright side, it was just David. To my surprise, they weren't sending Michael, but I wasn't going to complain about that. David? I could, at the very least, tolerate him in small doses. Michael, on the other hand? Insufferable! Most angels were. The more pure their blood, the more annoying.
As much as I wanted to get up and leave, I was not ready for a fight yet. My power was returning, and my energy was back, but I was not at my highest capacity, and I knew it. I'm no fool. Still, I could use these few short moments to my advantage. Wait, gain information, gain strength, and strategize. Reaching out with my mind, I probed as much as I could into those around me. The world outside was indeed fascinating. Unfortunately, my suspicions were proven correct when I reached information on their forms of communication, gadgets, and electronic tools. The knowledge I shared was not implemented in any way. It was evident. This was not the road map I left behind. These were not the tools I suggested that would lead to much greater creation. I couldn't gain much more intel from their minds before the entourage entered the dwelling.
One by one, seven Angels filed in, Khaleel, who had just barely recovered, greeting them in turn. David followed three, and then three more Angels came in after him. Quickly, they filled up the already small space. David's sandy brown hair was still as long as it was in my last life. It fell in shiny, loose curls on his shoulders. Truthfully, he wasn't challenging to look at. He was a relatively tall and thin man, but one should never make the mistake of judging someone's strength by their size. Each other angel had a device in their left ear. They moved robotically and in unison. Ryn snorted, and with a thoroughly disapproving glare from Khaleel, she spat out, "What's with the damn suits!" It was much more of a statement than a question. Without missing a beat, she carried on, "How is anyone supposed to know if you're there to take them to Jesus or kidnap them for the GA?! I mean, honestly?" She gestured at them each with her hands, including Khaleel, and at that moment, I realized they were all dressed similarly. Blandly. Very uniform. Pressed white dress shirts paired with suits in varying shades of cool blue tones. Everything on them was complimentary, from their watches to their shoes. Even their cuff links matched in silver. Each of their dress shoes is polished to perfection. The GA?
"I'd teach your filthy cross-bred cousin when to keep her mouth shut, Khaleel." He was the darkest of the posse in everything--the darkest shade of blue clothing, the darkest skin, and the darkest eyes. The statement was said flatly without a single movement from the man as if out of protocol and nothing more. So robotic. Bigot. I decided then that I didn't like this one at all. Not at all.
