The second angel who had just been laughing for a good 3 minutes finally went inside, he was accompanied by yet another glaring flash.

“DAMN IT! WILL YOU ANGELS JUST CUT THAT OUT?!” cursed Vale as he covered his eyes.

“Sorry, can’t help it, it’s like our… thing,” chirped the newcomer. He was tall, the tallest among the three, and slim. His skin was a deep russet color, far from the fair skinned angels you’d usually see painted on church ceilings. His straight pitch black hair was cleverly combed back to hide his undercut. He wore a simple black and white raglan shirt, denim jeans, and a pair of worn out Chuck Taylor's.

There were several other details about him a regular person would most likely fail to see at first glance, like the multiple piercing holes he had on his ears, or the tattoos on his upper arms that sometimes peek through his sleeves, or his rough hands, calloused from playing the electric guitar. These little things he’d prefer to go unnoticed.

“Nat!” chimed the first angel.

“Don’t call me that, trainee,” replied Nat as he flicked the shorter angel’s forehead.

“S-sorry, Nathaniel Supervisor Sir.”

“You'd make a great comedy duo,  you two,” he chuckled as he looked at the pair in front of him. “Do you guys think I’ll make money if I upload this on YouTube?”

“Nat… “ Vale grunted, obviously not amused.

“Right. How rude of me,” he cleared his throat. “Vale, this is Jess. Jess, Vale.”

“Ohh, so his name’s Vale-”

“It's Valentin, you fool!” hissed the demon which made the shorter angel take a step back.

“A-and my name’s not just Jess,” the angel clarified, he puffed up his chest and tried to stand a little taller. “It’s Jessimiel and I'd like to be called by that name, thank you very much.”

He was ignored. Vale was too busy glaring at Nat. Nat, on the other hand, was too preoccupied thinking of a reasonable explanation for the situation at hand.

“Wait, so you two know each other ?” Jess interrupted again.

“Oh we go way back, ” Vale started, still staring fiercely at Nat. “It was in 1972, if I remember correctly, I actually saw him in a-”

“Now why don't we save story time for later, yeah?” Nat laughed awkwardly. He pulled his car keys out of his pocket and tossed them to Jess, which he failed to catch. “Get your stuff from the trunk, I'm not your bellboy."

“Uhh… how exactly?” asked the angel, fiddling the keys.

“You'll figure it out and take your time, please,” added Nat.

The two watched Jess scurry away, they turned to each other the moment the angel was out the door.

“NAT, WHAT’S THE MEANING OF THIS? I THOUGHT WE HAD A DEAL?” Vale fumed.

“I know, I know, calm down. I can explain.”