The little brown one screamed, swinging high over the forest floor by her overall straps, limbs flailing as the tall man in black casually moved her out of his way as if she weighed nothing, stepping from the pencil thin branch he'd stood upon as if nonchalantly crossing a busy street.
Her screams ended abruptly with a thud as she hit the snow-covered ground beneath the designer treehouse in a trail of blue feathers when he released her, striding upon frigid air towards his target, who hastily stumbled backwards, slamming the door in his face.
No mere wooden door could stop an angel with a personality.
Grinning, the tall man in black walked through the brightly painted wood, which burst into a million burning splinters.
It had been a very, very long time since Sebastian had meddled this directly on behalf of his master.
Puck blinked pale synth blood from her eyes where door splinters had peppered her face. Who was this asshole – one of Tepes's goons?
Tepes ran this shithole… not the normie mayor… there were rumors… fuck!
Taking inventory of her sins as she backed away from the monster bearing down upon her, Puck's tail bushed as she fumbled with her cell phone, dropping it halfway through pulling Uncle Mike's number up on speed dial, the sound of its screen breaking unnaturally loud in her flattened ears when it hit the floor of the treehouse.
"I can explain—" Puck broke off as the roof of the treehouse exploded upwards and outwards, walls falling away in trails of acrid smoke as in a blur of motion, the tall man in black advanced on her, gleaming snakeskin boots leaving the floor untouched, bare branches overhead thrashing in a silent tumble of snow.
And then he was there, hidden eyes behind the mirror-bright black lenses of his sunglasses boring into her as his long black coat snapped open, spreading about them both like a huge, broken umbrella in a rush of hot, dry wind.
The scent of sulfur and burning sandalwood whirling around her, a whimpering Puck straightened, eyes blank as she walked forward into the embrace of her pursuer's coat, broken iPhone crunching unheeded beneath her feet before the coat snapping shut around her, the burning remains of the treehouse falling away in a shower of sparks, leaving Sebastian midair, unstirred by the burning tornado he generated, mission accomplished.
It had been too easy.
Nostrils flaring, an disappointed Sebastian delicately picked something from one immaculate sleeve, fingers a little too long for anything human and ran it under his hose.
Head thrown back, he inhaled deeply, baring his gleaming, perfect teeth up at the dark sky: the master wouldn't have to know about the little bit of freelance meddling he was about to undertake.
Which was exactly how Sebastian liked it.
Following the scent of Pink Lotion, werewolf, and terror in a scattering of blue feathers, the meddlesome angel with too much personality strode just above the top of the snow which now fell heavily around him.
Nephilim, no matter how dilute, were for exterminating.