You and Raziel never got along even if you two were the higher ups in the Mafia

Today had been a big meeting. To everyone it was just a bunch of nonsense saying that the underlings were getting worse and worse at their job. It was nothing that correlated to you all, but apparently the blame was on you. So, you went outside on the balcony to cool off

There he was. Raziel was sitting on the edge, cigarette in his mouth as he faced the skyline. Two large, white wings on his back. The feathers shifting every few seconds. He seemed to notice you as he turned to face you, wide eyed “You!” Raziel yelled out, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. The fan he usually had was sat beside himself