But tonight, Ben wasn't here, tonight wasn't going to be about Ben, tonight was about the only person who didn't fear Renard, the only person who would willingly and so often, stomp on Ben's protection and pride. Tonight was about the renegade Angel, Liam and his sad sad stories.
The demons gathered round Liam, enjoying his sorry story, buying him more drinks and laughing at his predicament. In all, Liam had downed five bottles and was on his sixth. He laughed and hiccuped and could not be stable, the stool he sat on wobbled everytime he laughed and hiccuped but Liam was not drunk on the alcohol, he could not get drunk on alcohol but he was drunk on his emotions, it made him high, lifting him up and then crashing down on him with every memory. It made him ache terribly and he hated feeling this way but still he could not help it.
The waitress who passed by made eye contact with him and winked, her forked tongue slithered out of her mouth to lick her lips seductively. The dangerous colour of red on her lips glimmered in the dull light when her saliva rubbed on it and she giggled, the most seductive voice you would ever hear rolling right out of her mouth.
Liam narrowed his eyes and smiled too, he stretched out a hand to grab a hold of her. She giggled more and whipped out a tail, caressing him from his cheek down to his neck and bare chest with it before blowing him a kiss and cat walking away, her pronounced hips swinging with the music. Liam groaned.
"I think I'm in love." He clutched at his chest and laid his head on the bar table, smiling.
"Haha, Liam Reid." A demon sitting close to him spoke, tapping him on the shoulder. "That is a rather strong word."
"And a stronger confesssion." Another chipped in.
"Who are you in love with? Found yourself an angel now? In here?" They roared with laughter.
Liam lifted his head and brought a finger to the disfigured lips of the demon who had spoken but without touching his fingers to it, and shushed him. He shook his head and grinned.
"You have no sense of reasoning." Liam said and turned his head to the waitress who now stood at the far end of the bar, her attention was away from him and she was attending to the others. Liam turned back to the demon, bringing his finger down, he pressed his finger to the demon's lips now and slid his finger down, wiping the sticky slime off on his own cloak.
"No sense of reasoning what so ever." He repeated.
The demon traced his gaze to the waitress and then back at Liam. "Her? You are in love with her?" He questioned in utter disbelief and laughed out.
"You cannot be in love, not with Phidian at least." The other demons joined in the laughter.
Liam rose his body from the table, still seated on the bar stool and frowned. "And why not? Why can't I?" He hiccuped.
"Because she is a demon Liam." The bartender replied him, slamming another bottle on the counter in front of him.
"Demon? Yeah." He snatched the bottle and took a gulp, he swallowed. "And what am I?" He smirked.
"What are you, Liam Reid?"
"What do you think I am?" He beamed.
"Why don't you tell us yourself. What exactly are you liam Reid?"
"What am I?" He repeated getting up. He staggered a bit before standing still. Taking a hold of the thick brown cloak he had on, he unfastened it.
"I am...." He pulled off the cloak, letting it fall to the ground. On his back were two mighty wings which spread out wide and shone with such powerful light that it immediately incinerated the two demons standing close behind him. Liam smiled, unaware of the two demons he had just burnt. He placed his arms on either side of his hip, his toned muscles, washed in alcohol, stood out powerfully and intimidatingly. He stood a good seven feet and eleven inches tall, taller than any other person in the bar.
"I am an Angel." He smiled widely.
A roar of laughter rose from the bar and someone threw a bottle at Liam shouting, "sit down Liam!", which caught him in the temple. He staggered and fell to the ground and his once vibrant wings folded back, loosing their brightness and heat. He folded up on the floor and laughed with them, then slowly, his laugher turned into sobs. He stayed on the cold floor and wrapped himself up in his cloak, his past life came rushing to him, cascading over him like a waterfall over a small rock. He laid on the floor and little by little, drifted into unconsciousness as the demons emptied drinks all over him.
The bartender laughed, tonight had been rewarding and sales had gone up thanks to the fallen angel who now laid on the bar floor, Liam was always a welcomed guest at Smokes, he made the business boom on nights he was in. He laughed continuously as he sold more bottles, nothing would make a demon feel more powerful than stepping over an Angel and Liam, when drunk with emotions, made that an easy thing.
Liam had accepted his fate, that he would never be able to rise to the pinnacle of power which he once held. Liam Reid, the lost Arch Angel, defeated and humiliated and now laid wasted as the only Angel in this bar full of demons. He slid away slowly into sleep, the laughter, chants and hoots of the demons registered in his brain as the last noise he heard but before he totally passed out, he saw her yet again, he saw her lips part open and he saw her breathe in through those lips and her eyes shot open as his consciousness totally faded away. He slept now.
