Nate couldn’t remember the last time he had been this furious. He remembered being scared, being sad, but never this fucking<i>angry</i>. It took a lot to get the peaceful, protective angel even a little angry, but this had seriously crossed so many lines. For not one, but TWO demons to not only mess with his human charge, but trick him into fucking them was too much. Nate wasn’t a soldier that went demon slaying. He stayed on earth, watching over the one particular human he had at the time, and minded his own damn business. But because of what happened, he was angry, and was going to whet his blade in the blood of those who dared cross him.<br/><br/>He landed on the ground outside of the offending bar with a soft thud, not bothering to hide his wings, his sword, or the fire in his eyes from the passerby. Over to the door of the bar he went, and he slammed it open in one smooth motion, standing in the doorway for a moment, chest heaving as his burning eyes looked over the patrons. His eyes landed on the bartender -barteners-, and he growled audibly, crossing over to the bar in a few long strides. “You!” he shouted, flicking up his sword so that the point was pointed straight att he area between the demon’s eyes. “How<i>dare</i>you.”