Gabriel woke up with a banging headache and barely remembered what had happened last night. He was in a deserted night club, everyone else had left hours ago.
God spoke in his mind. "Flight... 0189 from... Heathrow". Gabriel slid off the bar stool and began to walk towards the road once he exited the door. A black cab stopped in front of him and he flopped onto the back seats. "Where to sir?" asked the cabbie. A slop of words and gargles came out his mouth as he was sick on the floor.
The man began to drive, had he understood? Gabriel didn't care as he passed out in the car.
He awoke at the carpark of Heathrow. Now that the alcohol was out of his body and on the carpet he felt better, but bad for the driver who had the clear it up. He emptied some of his currency in the tip jar and made for the airport.
Buying a ticket was easy as the humans went into some sort of trance the moment he passed. His memory was slowly coming back, he remembered vodka shots, cocktails and a leather jacket. He boarded the plane and the stewardess showed him to his seat in the middle and in the middle seat, sat the girl from last night.
All his memories came back to him in a flash flood, he had never got her name. Gabriel sat down next to her.
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A demonic love story
PrzygodoweMavka Hulder was born a demon, which is unjust. Being sent to Earth, after killing two higher class demons, to complete Satan's tasks she will do anything to get back to Hell. Gabriel Javan is low class angel. While working, he saves God's daughter...
