Not Another Bloody Prophecy

Chapter 10

It had been a week since the celestials had spoken at the penthouse. And Irisia felt as if she was going mad! She kept the consultant job, much to Samael's, and secretly her, disdain. She didn't do much for the police. She would sometimes help with interrogation using her 'mojo'. And she would sometimes help fill out paperwork. But other than that, not much. The job was only an excuse to watch the lovers. 'Deckerstar', as Ella, that chirpy forensic scientist, called them, were so annoyingly
happy together.

Irisia had never known it was possible for angels to get so nauseated. Yet, after spending a few days with them, she now constantly felt the urge to vomit whenever 'Deckerstar' was in the same room.

It was honestly torture.

She wouldn't admit to even herself how jealous she felt. Her and Ryliel still hadn't figured out a way to stop the prophecy. They had had a few ideas, but they kept disagreeing on morality and long term effects. So basically, they had nothing.

Irisia had just endured listening to the world ending lovers flirt when they thought no one was listening, which they unfortunately were wrong about, for fifteen minutes straight. Finally she couldn't take it anymore and walked out. Irisia just chose a random direction and walked. She didn't want to go back to the hotel room, because then she would have to think about the prophecy. And she sure as hell didn't want to be in that precinct.

Irisia had been walking aimlessly for several minutes until she came upon a bar. Angels couldn't get drunk by reasonable amounts of alcohol, but the right tasting drink could help take the edge off. The bar had dark lighting, so it was difficult to see the interior well. It was 1:23 PM, so not many people were there. Irisia sat down on a stool at the bar.

The burly bartender turned to her and asked, "What will it be?"

"Do you by any chance have a 2005 comte de vogue bonnes mares?" The bartender looked at her blankly. "I have a box of wholesale red wine from Walmart."

Irisia openly cringed. "Uhh, as lovely as that sounds, no. I guess I'll have..." Irisia tried to think of something else when the man sitting a couple chairs away said "Try the specialty beer. It's no fancy wine, but it's good. There's a brewery downtown who makes it."

Irisia glanced at the man, only noticing him for the first time. He had tanned skin, blue eyes, and brown hair, which was an un showered mess at the moment. He wore jeans, a black tee shirt, and a blue denim jacket. He positively reeked of alcohol. Which suggests that he's already been there a while.

He seemed like a typical drunk to Irisia. She wasn't entirely sure why, but she decided to take the man's advise. "I'll have whatever he just suggested." The bartender nodded and went to get it. Once he'd brought her the glass, she took a sip. Irisia had never been a fan of beer, she preferred her fine wine, but she found that she liked this beer quite a bit. She ended up downing more than half of it in one go.

Once she was done, she'd found the drunk looking at her. "Rough day?" He asked. "You could say that," Irisia answered. "My brother and his new girlfriend are driving me insane." Well, it wasn't a lie. Just not the whole truth.

"So, why are you here?" She found herself asking. The man laughed painfully. "I recently found out that I was going to Hell."

Irisia chuckled as she took another sip of her drink. "Aren't you all?" She said, referring to humanity and that damn prophecy. Though the man didn't know that little detail.

The man's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "God, what am I doing?" He asked rhetorically.

"Save your breath. I've been trying to talk to him for years, the old bastard never feels like answering." Irisia said as she glanced up.