“Maybe it’s one of the Fallen? Not all of the Fallen like Lucifer, so maybe someone broke away and is causing their own trouble?” Uriel snapped her head round to look at Damien and cocked her head in thought. She tapped a finger on her chin as she stared upwards, the wind catching her hair a little as she thought.

“You know what my little friend, you might be right!” She turned and did a little twirl, changing from her armour into normal casual angelic clothes, a short white shift dress with long sleeves, her hair winding itself into a bun, “It’s time for some ground work! You two, you can help, come with me,” Uriel launched herself off the roof and landed bare foot on the grass outside of the cathedral. Damien and Azazel looked at each other.

“We can’t seriously help her Damien, she might find out who you are!” Azazel spoke to his friend in a frantic pleading whisper. He did not want to spend more time with another Angel, let alone an Archangel.

“We should at least try and help her Az. Look at it this way, the quicker we help her, the quicker she might go away?” Azazel frowned and rubbed a hand over his face in frustration. He knew this wasn’t a good idea. If Gabriel came down to visit his sister, or even another Archangel, they might be discovered. The older Archangels would recognise Azazel instantly. Before he could think of something else to argue his point, Damien took one leap and dropped off the edge of the roof.

“Dammit Damien!” Azazel followed and landed beside the other two.

“Don’t mind Azzy, his face usually looks like that,” Azazel was not amused by this development and it showed on his face. He loved Damien like a brother and right now, his brother was making a stupid mistake. Azazel’s eyes turned to Uriel. She was beaming at him nervously, almost like she was trying to impress him. Azazel sighed.

“I just think a Fallen and an Anchored hanging about with a full blown Archangel is a bit suspicious and might draw some unwanted attention,” Uriel blew a raspberry and flapped one hand at him.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, I already thought about covering my tracks, especially where I am skipping work. One of my generals is covering for me, so hopefully no one will notice I’m gone for a while, which means your butts are safe for now. I don’t have a problem with Fallen, let alone Anchored, so you will be safe with me if anyone does come across us and start trouble,” She grinned at them both and gave them a human symbol of positivity; a thumbs up. With a little twirl, her dress shimmering in the street lamps, she began marching off, making her way to the pavement and began down the street, the opposite way of the sea. Damien hurried to keep up with her, while Azazel hung back for a moment. He took one last look at the cathedral, and shook his head.

“I hope this isn’t some sort of cosmic joke,”