"Come here David, please, sit down"

The man did what he asked, playing around with his fingers while he scanned the room he was in.

It was quite old-fashioned, kinda what you would expect of a detective's office or a CEO's. Full of books, strange tools and trinkets (Why are there so many mirrors here?), some photographs and a corkboard with various notes and images, all connected with red strings. His thoughts were interrupted by the boy's voice, who looked at him in interest

"So, Mr ..."

"Just use my name" It's not like I want to give you any more info, thought David

"Alright Mr David, whatever you're more comfortable with" The boy gave him a friendly smile. He was pretty young, younger than expected at least, couldn't be more than twenty. He had slightly long black hair and some curious purple-ish eyes that looked as if they were analysing your soul. "You don't know why you're here, do you?"

David shook his head. He got a call from his boss, saying that he was needed in the exorcism and necromancy wing, which was pretty weird since he's never had any kind of connection with sorcery, unlike some of his co-workers who needed weekly inspections, you know things of working with fae and other beings. But him, as one of the few humans in the office?

"Well, as you might know, I'm Raymond, the one in charge for all the sorcery stuff and keeping all of our sweet friends from their wild instincts, plus I also keep this place safe from all kinds of spirits, demons and... angels." David looked at him, confusion in his face

"Angels...? But... Aren't they supposed to, you know, be holy and protect us?" Raymond let out some laughter

"Oh my, so innocent Mr David! Very well, let me give you a real quick Speciology lesson" He got down from his chair, walking towards the corkboard, pointing out at the photos. Most of them were kind of blurry, some with red splashes coming from somewhere outside of the camera frame and some weird light to them "These... are all photos of murders commited by angels. Why you may be asking? Because, angels are supposed to protect those who are out of sin, now, tell me Mr David, have you ever looked at the sun when you were a kid?"

"Uhhh... Yes...?"

"Then you're not out of sin, are ya?" He grinned, pointing at more photos "The angels consider that an offense, since they praise the Sun more than anything. They are very strict about their beliefs and to them, we are nothing more than worthless and pathetic bugs that they can step over at any given second... Oh! And don't get me started on Weeping Angels! You've probably heard of those, am I right Mr David?"

He took a few seconds to think "The beauty angels that uhh... kill you if you ever stop looking at them... right?"

"Ding ding ding! Correct Mr David. Do you still think they're the harmless and holy creatures you said they were?"

David shook his head again, looking away from the boy's gaze, although it's a little complicated with his look reflected in so many places "I still don't know why am I here though..."

Raymond stayed in silence for a few seconds, taking out a photo from one of the corners, which he's been hiding in his pocket for a while "Well Mr David... I was hoping you would explain this to me" The image showed something bright, and somehow anthropomorphic but with many eyes all looking in different directions, all of them secreting a golden fluid, as if they were crying "...Or should I call you Archangel David... ? One of the deadliest and most famous weeping angels..."