[Thehumantoilet]

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I say, taking my hand off her soft ass.

"I became an angel, remember?"

"Yes, how could I forget. I mean what are you doing in London? You know this is my hangout."

"I didn't think you were worth avoiding." She crosses her arms, pushing her huge rack up. I don't bother hiding the effect this has on my crotch.

"Want to go get coffee?" I say, for lack of something better to come out with.

****

We are at a table outside a 24/7 cafe just by the river, overlooking Tower Bridge. Boats covered in lights drift gently down the water, loaded with the rich partying all night (probably on two gallon of champagne and half a ton of crack. Each).

I drain my plastic cup of weak coffee. I go to speak but the angel gets there first. "So did you ever pick a Cardinal Sin?"

I frown. "A very personal question. I did, as it happens. I chose lust."

She laughs. "Of course you did. Look, we aren't supposed to be having coffee together, we are supposed to destroy each other. You clearly don't want to, so why don't you run on back to Lucy and tell her you couldn't find any angels."

I take this as a personal insult. "Listen here, you angelic little shit. I have no issue obliterating you entirely."

She stands up and pushes her chair out of the way. "Prove it."

I do. In one motion, I lean forward and rip off her pure white robe, exposing her pale, pale flesh to the cold night air. Her tits are huge, D cup at least, and as pale as the rest of her. Her nipples are puffy and light, and her long blonde hair cascades down to her tight ass and tiny little shaved pussy. Demons can become invisible to the public. Angels cannot. She screams like a little girl and tries desperately to cover herself with her hands, failing.

I smirk and say "Fuck you. You abandoned me. This is what you get." Despite my sexual excitement at the naked girl I just stripped in public, I notice that I am quietly crying.