Amber heard the flutter of wings from the rafters. For a moment she was sure he would strike her down dead and little time to fight back. No pain or death embraced her but she flinched when his hands settled on her shoulders. The dark voids known as her eyes stared up at him, devoid of emotion or even the remorse from what had just occured. Oh how she wanted to slice his hands off...
No, you can’t. He hasn’t hurt you...but all bets are off if he does.
“I’m sure it was scary.” Her voice was gentle again, so hard to believe that just a moment ago she had no problem embedding a sword into an angel’s skull. How many times had she repeated such an act, one could wonder.
He paced as he spoke, his voice was now much more cheerful than a moment ago. Angels and demons were both odd entities, were they all able to bounce back after horrific events? Amber wouldn't know, rarely does she let them live.
His name is Gabriel? No...he's not that one. They don't feel the same.
"Amber." She said her name with that gentle voice again. "It's best for you not to know what just occured. That angel may have said it best...I'm dangerous."