Stolas admired her form as she spoke. After all, God created her, so he was going to enjoy the view. When she began to laugh, he joined in , though his was directed at the fate of the child, whom he knew personally. He locked eyes with hers, a real smile on his face. "
If its any consolation, she deserved a lot worse than what she got.", he assured the Fallen.
He made a sweep of his hand, creating a bottle of red wine and a pair of glasses in mid air. The bottle tipped and poured the crimson fluid in the containers, vanishing when the glasses was half full. One glided into his hand with a smooth motion, not disturbing the wine inside. The other hovered towards Ana, waiting patiently for her to take a hold of the glass.
Stolas sipped the wine, letting the taste flow over his tongue. "
I'd pour you a glass, angel, but I know it would be a wasted gesture.", he admitted as he turned his focus back to the alluring figure in front of him. He swirled the alcohol in the glass,"
An Archangel you say? I always found them fascinating. They think themselves high and mighty, protecting the weak, but as your story shows, they fall so fast."