Chapter127

#Chapter127

/"Welcome home, Sir./" one of many spoke up, as a group of angels surrounded us, voice sweet like sugarcoated chocolate. It took me a few seconds to realise, they were talking to Cleo, and not me - obviously. They all bowed in a slight manner, making the hierarchy between The Snake and the rest of them quite clear; whilst also letting me know, I wasn't even worth being addressed in this setting.

/"Come to think of it, I should have burnt this place down./" I mumbled under my nose as if it was just a thought I accidentally said aloud - but my audience wasn't that head over heels for my humour. A dozen pairs of bright blue eyes snapped to me in judgemental, sharp looks (none of which was Cleo's), so in defence, I raised my hands with an easy smile.

/"I'm joking, I'm joking./"

/"Angel's aren't famous for their humour, Wilson. Try to keep it to yourself./" the archangel warned me, composed as always.