On Earth

As it is on Earth

"Well, this sucks." Raziel pouted, putting his head in his hands. He began observing his surroundings, which were nothing less than terrible. Worn down houses, very rude people, and the stench of smoke throughout the air. 

He was stuck on Earth with only a drivers license, around $100, and a small backpack. 

He sighed. "Well, at least I still got a bit of angel mojo left." He walked up to one of the nicer cars parked on the road, a white 2011 Toyota Corolla, and put his right hand on it. After a moment of concentration, the car roared to life. Raziel opened the door and hopped in. As he pulled out of the parking lot, an angry man started running towards him.

"What the fuck are you doing to my car!?!" The man screamed. Raziel looked back at him through the mirror, smirking at the mans frustration. 

"Aw, come on, live a little!" He called back, slowing down to let the man catch up. As he put on a pair  of sunglasses that were hanging from the rear-view mirror. "So, who are you?" He questioned. 

"Does it matter? This is MY car, so get the fuck out!" 

Raziel pushed the sunglasses onto his forehead, and gave the aggravated guy a once over. "So your names Luke, huh." 

Luke took a step back, before charging at the window, grabbing Raziel by the collar of his bomber jacket. "Look buddy, you shouldn't know that. And if you get out of my car now, I'll leave you with only a few broken bones." He spat out. 

Unfazed, Raziel raised his eyebrow before responding. "Yeah, good luck with that buddy." He called him buddy with an equal amount of venom in his voice. He began to press the gas pedal, almost running over Luke's foot. He was almost sad that he didn't, with how rude he was. 

"Have fun walking!" Raziel called out, Luke fading into the distance as he sped away. "Asshole." He said under his breath. 

Only a few minutes later, he arrived in the place he had been dreaming of ever since he heard its name.

Los Angeles; the City of Angels.

Quite a fitting name for an exiled angel, Raziel thought. He continued his speeding throughout the city, before a red and blue light started flashing behind him. Shit. He'd forgotten to switch the licence plate so it wouldn't be show up as stolen. He wouldn't change it from the front seat, only if he directly touched it. 

"Licence and registration." The female cop sounded bored.  He handed over his licence, and grabbed some random pieces of paper to alter into registrations under his name, Raziel. "Do you know why I pulled you over?" 

"Nope, no idea," he said with a flirtatious smile. The cop, whose name tag read Charlotte,  looked bored and rolled her eyes. "Look, dude. That might work on some girls, but I'm gay. And since you were speeding, I checked your plates. They were registered as stolen about 2 minutes ago." She held up his drivers licence to his face, nodded, and handed it back to him. 

"Raziel's and odd name, huh." Charlotte said. "Religious parents?"

"Kind of? But what can I say," He leaned back in his seat. "I'm a man of mysteries."

She chuckled slightly at that. "Well, since is seems as if all your papers are in your name, you should be fine. But since it was apparently stolen, I still need you to be brought in for a bit of questioning and paperwork things." 

"Well, what will make you change your mind and let me go?" Raziel leaned out his window, cupping his cheeks in his hands. "Well," Charlotte said, almost in a trance. "I would like a new car. I would have to save for two years just to buy a new one on my salary." 

The dark haired man smiled. "Your wish is granted." He grabbed the air freshener from the rear view mirror, and tossed it on the ground behind Charlotte. He then made it seem as if it were grey 2019 Audi, one of his gifts as an angel was the ability to create allusions, but only temporary. 

Charlotte gasped as she turned around. "No way!" Raziel chuckled. "Yes way, here, have the keys!" He tossed a piece of gum to her, but by the time it reached her waiting hands, it was the keys.  "Have fun Charlotte," were his parting words before speeding off.