<div class="floatright">(http://i814.photobucket.com/albums/zz64/kumiho333/Pretty%20Gals/fanbingbing11.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">________________________♥____ <strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: papyrus;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Izuriel, the Lady Seraphim </span></span></em></strong></div><br/><div style="text-align: right;">_______________♥____<em><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Location: </span></span></strong></em>The Ambrosia Restaurant in Downtown Gilead, A meeting with an old 'friend'.  Hello, Nick.</div><br/><br/><br/><br/>Izuriel stood, shining and nude, an invisible beacon of light, atop what most would assume was the Eiffel Tower, or maybe it was the Space Needle in Seattle.  No matter, she knew it for what it was.  Human projected illusion given mass and form.  Whatever.  Purgatory had no true splendor.  The wind took that moment to batter the length of her shimmering form, her soft gray feathers ruffling.  The sun peeked from behind clouds as if in apology of the wind, bathing her in its warmth.  She closed her eyes, the touch of the brilliant shaft that stroked her skin only brought her a deep sadness, laid over a bitter rage.  Her eyes snapped open, her wings spread wide, the ebony tips a lustrous darkness.  She was seraphim and she was beautiful in her true illuminating form, marred only by the cold onyx of her eyes.<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i814.photobucket.com/albums/zz64/kumiho333/Decorated%20images/normal_12533145881723804737.jpg)</div><br/>She lifted her slender arms skyward in supplication, knowing it would go unanswered.  The Host had orders to leave her be.  She was on her own, cut off from Heaven until Armageddon had arrived.  Her punishment.  She laughed softly, the sound more beautiful than a choir of Cherubim.  Why had they not let her Fall.  Not that she wanted to, but this....this endless existence.  It was interesting at first.  Now it was monotonous.  It was so boring, she actually looked forward to today.  Why?  Because at least it was something different.  And yet, today was different as well.  Something in the air, something approaching.  A storm.  No.  It stormed in Gilead all the time.  This was...something to rejoice.  Then why was she so unhappy?<br/><br/>She tilted her face to the fading ray of light and tipped her body forward and fell.  She wasn't Falling, but she was dropping at an increasing rate, the wind of her velocity, tearing at her hair and wings.  She laughed and just before she needed to bank and land, she disappeared.  She reappeared not too far away from where she should have landed.  She walked forward down the little cobblestoned street, her dazzling light gone, her nubile body covered in a black fluttery wrapdress, her knee high boots hitting a beat against the stones of the road.  An angel in black.  How apropos.  Well, this was Paris...today...to someone and black was the new black.  One had to love Gilead....not.<br/><br/>Even if someone had been watching, they never would have known she was there, just a beautiful woman, in high fashion.  Only her musical laughter echoing her passage was a marker that she had even been there.  She reappeared on the balcony of the the restaurant, looking down and saw him sitting there looking dapper in his suit.  Well, she had to hand it to Nick, he didn't hold back.  She stepped forward into nothingness.<br/><br/>A slight breezed passed about the table and Izuriel appeared behind her Nemesis.  She always found that word funny but they were what they were.  Like a woman greeting her lover, she slipped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.  "Hello, darling," she sang.<br/><br/>She patted his cheek and danced around him, to take the seat opposite.  Crossing her legs, the dress's cut revealing more of her slender legs than was necessary.  She only did it to see if it made him uncomfortable.  So far...nothing.  She knew he wasn't a monk, but really, he makes a girl try too hard.  She rested her elbows on the table, her chin in her hands.  Her smile was genuine but she never knew how these meetings were going to end.  Some years were better than others.<br/><br/>"Nick, you really should quit smoking. It's bad for your health," she quipped, tossing her long dark over her shoulder.  She had known him forever, even back when he was an Angel.  How times have changed.  It was a sad, sad thing.  "Did you miss me?"