“Bloody hell,” I stared at the sight before me, gesturing like a madman in irritation, “first demons, now bloody angels. Is there a kick me sign on my back or somethin’?”

There stood a man, whose name I hadn’t cared to learn, right in front of me. The poor sod somehow got caught between divine intervention and ended up getting possessed by a rogue Angel. And thanks to my bloody luck, I had to be the one to deal with this mess.

“Angel,” I call out to the being on our mortal plane, “state your business in this man’s body, and I may just make the pain merciful.”

I wanted this to be over with, exorcisms were not my favourite past time. Especially dealing will Angels.

The Angel only stares at me through the man’s eyes as they approached me, “My business does not concern you, human. Leave.” The Angel’s steps continued, circling me, mocking me, “You think yourself a warlock?”

I grabbed a lighter from my pocket, flicking it, “What I think doesn’t concern you, mate. I’m here to rid this man of you so I get my pay.”

The Angel’s steps stopped, eyes observing me with a new interest. Curiosity. “You care not this human’s life? You care only of your reward?”

“Never met the man in my life, so no, I don’t particularly care for his life.” I turned and walked right up to the bugger, staring them in the eyes they didn’t own, “But I won’t let any of you bloody Angels harm us humans in one of your petty squabbles.

“You’re different from the others.” The Angel mused, “You’re much like your ancestors.”

Well. This just got interesting.