“How’s everyone?” Storm asked as he took out two cigarettes, offering one to Sam.
“Thanks,” he said, taking it from him. “Everyone’s fine. Arguing as usual.”
Storm grinned. “And what a good job that you’re there to lead them.”
“I left them to it if I’m honest,” he said as he took a drag on the cigarette that lit automatically.
Storm laughed. “You remember Beth, I’m sure.”
“Indeed. Though I imagine from the look on her face that she doesn’t remember me. Samael is the name, fallen angel is the trade.”
Storm rolled his eyes at the introduction. Beth frowned.
“Cast out for arrogance and pride, no less.” Beth noticed that, as he spoke, a silver ball glinted in his tongue.
“Angels are real, Beth, though they aren’t the winged creatures your holy book paints them as,” Storm explained.
“True enough, that is. Nothing like that,” Sam grinned, flashing pure white teeth.
“I can see that,” she murmured.
Sam laughed loudly and Storm grinned.
“Each angel is affiliated with a certain god too, there’s none of that ‘one god to rule them all’.”
“I think you’re mixing Christianity with Lord of the Rings,” Beth commented.
The two men just looked at her blankly. “Never mind,” she said. “So which god were you... affiliated with?”
“Faiza, goddess of victory and stars,” he said, taking a long drag on the cigarette between his fingers, the smoke a deep pink as he blew it out. Absent-mindedly he began to caress the tattoo around his eye.
“Hence the star, I’m guessing,” Beth commented. He looked up at her and nodded. “Do all your gods make you get tattoos?”
Sam frowned. “It’s not a tattoo. I was created with it; it’s a part of my skin.”
She looked at it with a little more scrutiny and noted that the black was too striking to be ink, the design too flawless.
He laughed at the look on her face. “If you want a closer look, just ask.”
She blushed slightly and shook her head.