hell with it. I was comfortable here, out in the open, where I had the advantage. No way was I trusting them.
“No, I’m thinking here is just fine,” I said . The buzzing stopped. “You guys better speak English because we are not communicating by white noise.”
“The information is too sensitive to be divulged freely.” So , they could speak English. It was the one on the right who spoke – in that robotic way which reminded me of a badly edited sci-fi movie. They didn’t ever move their stiff necks and only their lips went up and down.
“Well, tough shit,” I said. “You can either accept my term s or go back to whatever shithole you came out of. Let your imaginary God listen to your whining.”
You know how you hear yourself say something, and you know it’s wrong, but you just can’t stop yourself? Now, I’ve mouthed off people in the past and suffered repercussions. But these guys took it to a whole new level. The angels glowed brighter and brighter, like a pair of suns going supernova.
“Speak not your Lord’s name in vain.” Their voice s were like a megaphone in my head.
Gil stepped in between us. “Zamiel! Escariel! There is no need for such drastic actions. He meant nothing b y it.” She was actually sweating.
“The heathen must die for his actions.”
Amaymon hopped to his feet. “Alright! It’s been a while since I fucked up an angel. Let’s rock.”
“Enough , both of you,” yelled Gil. “Erik, control your familiar.” Her aura flared.
“You need him,” she growled at them. “Priorities – he’ll pay later.”
She actually got through to them. Their glowing receded and they remained stiff as boards.
Gil glared at me as she panted. “How about you do not anger the celestial beings?”
“How about a new rule?” I suggested. “No one fights, and we all go home in one piece. What do you say?”
The angels nodded very slowly.
“I could have taken them,” murmured Amaymon. He sat down and actually sulked.
“O K, then,” I said. “Let’s hear it. What’s after Abigale?”
Both of them twisted their heads to look at each other. The edges of their sunglasses shone, as if someone had switched on a light behind them. When they finally spoke their voice was one.
“Lust.”
I stared at Gil, who had an equally befuddled expression on her face.
“Come again?” I asked.
“The Seven have taken physical manifestation,” they said.
I looked around. Maybe they understood what was happening.
Gil and Abi just stared at the angels, waiting for the next clue. Good − for once I wasn’t the only one not getting it. Mephisto and Amaymon simultaneously let out a quick bark of laughter, something which I took as a very bad omen.
“The Seven?” I asked. “Seven what? Stars? Sisters? Cute , little kittens? I bet it’s not cute, little kittens.”
“Try th e Seven Deadly Sins,” Amaymon said with a lopsided smile. “Pride, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Gluttony, Lust, and Envy.”
“Why can’t it ever be kittens?”
“The Seven Deadly Sins?” Gil asked. “I thought they were just biblical symbols. Please, explain.”
“They are Master Gil,” replied Mephisto. “They are simply a categorization of different ways humans fall – they are just an elaborate list. Nothing more.”
“Then, what the hell are you guys on?” I asked, poking a finger at the angels.
They did that weird robotic thing, where they moved their heads together to look at me.
“The Seven Deadly Sins are a categorization of human temptation. They are of human origin,” they said.
“And what’s that got to do with everything?”
“The Sins are energy – the most negative energy of all,” explained the angels. “Now, they have been assimilated with certain high-level demons, giving the Sins a physical form.”
“Ah, come on,” countered Amaymon. “You have any idea what sort of power that would require? To make something that abstract into a reality?”
The angels looked at
“No, I’m thinking here is just fine,” I said . The buzzing stopped. “You guys better speak English because we are not communicating by white noise.”
“The information is too sensitive to be divulged freely.” So , they could speak English. It was the one on the right who spoke – in that robotic way which reminded me of a badly edited sci-fi movie. They didn’t ever move their stiff necks and only their lips went up and down.
“Well, tough shit,” I said. “You can either accept my term s or go back to whatever shithole you came out of. Let your imaginary God listen to your whining.”
You know how you hear yourself say something, and you know it’s wrong, but you just can’t stop yourself? Now, I’ve mouthed off people in the past and suffered repercussions. But these guys took it to a whole new level. The angels glowed brighter and brighter, like a pair of suns going supernova.
“Speak not your Lord’s name in vain.” Their voice s were like a megaphone in my head.
Gil stepped in between us. “Zamiel! Escariel! There is no need for such drastic actions. He meant nothing b y it.” She was actually sweating.
“The heathen must die for his actions.”
Amaymon hopped to his feet. “Alright! It’s been a while since I fucked up an angel. Let’s rock.”
“Enough , both of you,” yelled Gil. “Erik, control your familiar.” Her aura flared.
“You need him,” she growled at them. “Priorities – he’ll pay later.”
She actually got through to them. Their glowing receded and they remained stiff as boards.
Gil glared at me as she panted. “How about you do not anger the celestial beings?”
“How about a new rule?” I suggested. “No one fights, and we all go home in one piece. What do you say?”
The angels nodded very slowly.
“I could have taken them,” murmured Amaymon. He sat down and actually sulked.
“O K, then,” I said. “Let’s hear it. What’s after Abigale?”
Both of them twisted their heads to look at each other. The edges of their sunglasses shone, as if someone had switched on a light behind them. When they finally spoke their voice was one.
“Lust.”
I stared at Gil, who had an equally befuddled expression on her face.
“Come again?” I asked.
“The Seven have taken physical manifestation,” they said.
I looked around. Maybe they understood what was happening.
Gil and Abi just stared at the angels, waiting for the next clue. Good − for once I wasn’t the only one not getting it. Mephisto and Amaymon simultaneously let out a quick bark of laughter, something which I took as a very bad omen.
“The Seven?” I asked. “Seven what? Stars? Sisters? Cute , little kittens? I bet it’s not cute, little kittens.”
“Try th e Seven Deadly Sins,” Amaymon said with a lopsided smile. “Pride, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Gluttony, Lust, and Envy.”
“Why can’t it ever be kittens?”
“The Seven Deadly Sins?” Gil asked. “I thought they were just biblical symbols. Please, explain.”
“They are Master Gil,” replied Mephisto. “They are simply a categorization of different ways humans fall – they are just an elaborate list. Nothing more.”
“Then, what the hell are you guys on?” I asked, poking a finger at the angels.
They did that weird robotic thing, where they moved their heads together to look at me.
“The Seven Deadly Sins are a categorization of human temptation. They are of human origin,” they said.
“And what’s that got to do with everything?”
“The Sins are energy – the most negative energy of all,” explained the angels. “Now, they have been assimilated with certain high-level demons, giving the Sins a physical form.”
“Ah, come on,” countered Amaymon. “You have any idea what sort of power that would require? To make something that abstract into a reality?”
The angels looked at
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