"Last call," called the bartender of The Straight Shot. "Last call! Closing in fifteen!"
The yelling wasn't necessary, as there were only three others excluding Zekial in the whole place. Zekial motioned the bartender over and ordered another 'Heavenly Bomb' shot, which the bartender began to brew up after a quick nod.
The Blood Angel Zekial had frequented Earth on a few occasions - mostly exclusive to critical demands from the business he was in, solely because of his personal desire - and had come across this simple tavern in Ketra. Even Zekial would admit that Earth had a few things that Heaven did not, despite his general dislike of the place in general: And these 'Heavenly Bomb' shots were one of them. Most of the earthly 'alcoholic' beverages were repulsive, but there was something about those 'Heavenly Bomb' shots that Zekial happened to like. He could never find that out, but that didn't stop him from coming back every time and again to drink a few more when he was nearby.
The bartender handed Zekial the small drink in exchange for the appropriate amount of earthly currency, and the Blood Angel took a moment to observe it before tilting his head back and downing it in one shot.
Laying the glass back down on the bar, Zekial resigned that it was time for him to go. Skylance and Director Sine (his new 'associate', apparently) had set up a meeting with the Rogue Godsends here in Ketra. He knew that Sine would want them to help rebuild Province in Heaven, and he also knew that Skylance would want them so he could 'influence' them.
On his way out the back door, Zekial smirked to himself; influence people, that's what Skylance did best. There was practically no other way for a regular Angel to be the presiding figure of a whole - and large - city in Heaven, a position usually reserved for Archangels or others of such caliber. And that's probably what he had in mind for Sine as well, since she already had a slight 'taste' of Skylance's secret business.
Zekial stopped along the side of the moonlit back street and sighed; how tragic, Reigne's death, and what a major setback-
"Hello there," came a child's voice.
Zekial looked up and noticed a girl sitting on the top of a stack of barrels and boxes outside of a general store. He smirked a little, and said to her, "It's late. Run along home, kid."
Isabella tilted her head to the side and said, "Zekial, the Blood Angel. You have something that we need."
He slowly narrowed his eyes and laid his hands upon the two swords sheathed at his hip, one with a golden hilt and one with a dark red hilt. "How do you who I am?"
Rocking her feet back and forth a little, Isabella replied informatively, "I didn't. Mother did." She held out her hand expectantly and added, "Give me the sword, Zekial."
Zekial stood there for a moment, looking serious until that moment passed and he snickered to himself for acting like that. "I said run along home, kid. I have my own dealings to attend to."
Flexing the fingers in her outstretched hand to press the point, Isabella let him know, "Mother said only to ask you nicely twice. Give me the sword, Zekial."
With a wave of his hand, Zekial started in his direction again, past the girl. "Your mom has me confused with someone else. I have not the slightest idea what you are-"
BANG!!!!
A bullet ripped through Zekial's right shoulder, splattering a portion of blood onto the street and causing him to instinctively grab his wound. Whirling around angrily, Zekial saw the girl jump down from the stack of boxes, still holding an oversized pistol in his direction as she slowly stalked forward.
"Mother said that if you would not give us the sword willingly, then we would have to take it," Isabella said seriously to him.
