Chapter Thirty-Eight

As soon as the door opened, Virgil charged in. “Can I help you,” smiled

Serael. “Shut up,” Virgil growled back. “I hate running errands,” grumbled the

vizier, “especially when they’re not mine!” Serael laughed. “Did you come to me

just to tell me how bad your day turned out,” asked the supernal.

“Show’s how much you care,” whined his friend, “and to think, I let you

sleep in my own room!” “Metatron ordered you to do so, otherwise, you wouldn’t

have even permitted me to enter through the door,” smirked Serael. “Yeah, but I

made your stay as comfortable for you as I possibly could in all my power,”

Virgil protested back. “You forced me to sleep on the hard, stone floor. You

didn’t even give me a mattress to sleep on or a pillow for me to rest my head,”

laughed the supernal.

“Anyway,” sighed Virgil, changing the subject at hand, "I came by to tell

you that your presence has been requested at the Diamond Palace for the party

that will take place tonight.” Serael wasn’t a very big fan of social gatherings.

“Do I have to go,” he asked the vizier. “Are you a brainless buffoon,” Virgil shot

back.

The confused Serael answered his friend’s question with a hesitant, “Yes.”

“Good,” smiled Virgil, “admittance is the first step. Now take this. Consider it a

kind gesture from my master.” Virgil hands him some folded attire. “Thanks…I

guess,” responded the Angel of Power. Virgil, who was heading for the door,
replies, “Don’t thank me. Thank my master. To me, an ape in a suit is still an ape

nonetheless.” As the vizier walks off to continue his work, Serael mutters, “What

a complete ass.”