It had been a rough day for Abel.

Hearing his father died had already been a hard blow, even if they weren't that close. But Sera making him leader of the exorcists really did it for him. He was no fighter, he didn't like violence much either, but the seraphim left him no choice. And Lute, his father's former right hand, certainly looked down on him. He distrusted her in return.

And so here he was, at one of Heaven's many bars, sulking on his fate. He didn't even raise his head as someone sat at the counter, next to him...