Part Two

Chapter Eighteen

“Gabe,” yelled a voice, “Gabriel, wake up already! You sleep like a lazy

jackass! Wake up!” “Shut up,” said Gabriel in a soft voice, “You are a lazy

jackass!” “At least open the door,” whined the voice. “Maybe I’m in here with

someone. Ever think that,” Gabriel hissed back. He was implying that Alexis was

in the room as well, fast asleep. “Come on, Gabe,” persisted the voice. Wearily,

Gabriel crawled out of his bed.

He stood up and put on his under garments. He managed to get himself to

the door. He opened it. “Can’t you leave me at peace for five minutes,” hissed

Gabriel, “you’re beginning to annoy me, Virgil!” “Oh, come on,” smirked Virgil,

“The only reason you don’t want me around your pants is because you want to get

in the pants of a certain somebody, which I assume by your attire, you already

have.” “Or, and I’m just going on an unreasonable hunch here, I just plain find

you annoying and don’t want to hear your stupid trap,” countered Gabriel.

“That would be true if it weren’t for two factors. One, You like it when I

talk to you, because I’m your only friend. Two, you’re out here in your under

garments, which is proving my point,” laughed Virgil. “You’re an ass, you know

that,” grinned Gabriel, knowing that he couldn’t deny the fact. “Yeah…” sighed

Virgil, taking pride for the name. “Get dressed,” Virgil said to his friend, “I need
your help loading up some supplies in the Golden Palace.” “Alright,” nodded

Gabriel, “I’ll be out in a minute, Virg.”

About ten minutes later, Gabriel came out dressed in his uniform. “Let’s

go, Romeo,” Virgil mocked him, “You and Juliet can make love later!”

“Asshole,” muttered Gabriel with a smile. Virgil’s weird, cynical, and twisted

views on life and his awkward sense of hilarity were, in fact, very humorous.

Virgil loved to stereotype things, He could start a relationship with any girl, but

he can never continue it. Currently, he is with General Dar’s daughter, and

currently, things aren’t going to well. Virgil is a pessimist, but he is a happy

cynic. He is the kind of person who sees the glass half empty, rather than half full,

yet he is thankful that he has the glass itself. He enjoys the simple pleasures life

has to offer him. He believes not doing so is an insult to God Almighty. To him,

simple pleasures are a gift from the Lord Himself.

As they soared through the sky, the two of them began to discuss about

life, “How have you been,” asked Gabriel, trying to make small talk. Virgil

grunted, “I could be better.” “And Metatron,” inquired the Vizier of Might, “How

is he?” “Fine,” answered Virgil. Gabriel gave him a sheepish look. Virgil was

hiding something. “Where is he,” Gabriel slowly asked him. “Out,” said the

Vizier of Wisdom. “Where,” persisted Gabriel.

“Out,” answered Virgil. He noticed Gabriel’s suspicion. “He went out

with a friend,” elaborated the vizier. However, Gabriel was not satisfied with that

answer. With a laugh, he said, “Your master doesn’t have any friends!” “You’d be
surprised,” Virgil replied, “He knows a lot of dangerous and important people.”

“He barely knows me,” scoffed Gabriel. “My point exactly,” replied his friend.

Gabriel stood in the middle of the sky for a few seconds, trying to comprehend

Virgil’s insult. Eventually he got it. “Ass,” he mumbled. “I’ll take that as a

compliment. Thank you,” replied the Angel of Reason with a laugh. The two

arrived at the Golden Palace and began to unload the supplies.

Virgil thought to himself. He realized that he hasn’t seen Serael in over

three months since the assassin departed for his first mission, which the monkey

failed to undertake. According to what Metatron said to him, the buffoon actually

rescued the head of Spine, Mastercheif Dezzick. Then, the idiot just left him.

What a dumbass! Who has ever heard of rescuing the enemy; the guy who is

coming for angelic blood? The one chance they had to wipe out Spine’s

leadership, and the bastard gave it up. Now, Virgil will have to try even harder to

sneak him in to Hell again just so the objective can be complete! At least the

feeble moron made out alive. “What are you doing,” asked Gabriel, “Still

dreaming about General Dar Kyrios’ daughter? You know she’ll leave you just

like all the others. You’re too unlikable. “Ass,” muttered Virgil in an almost silent

tone. Gabriel heard him. The two laughed at the irony. The two of them

proceeded with what appeared to be infinite vocation at their hands. It was almost

noon, by now.