The Angels Saga - Experience 2

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Experience 2

'Lots of places,' said Azrael.

'Right. That's what you've heard?' replied Cosadriel.

'All over town. He's been giving away these figurines all over town. Nice little animistic ciphers on them as well. Very unusual for Saruviel,' replied Azrael.

Cosadriel examined the figurine which, apparently, came from a company in the fourth discworld of Uriel, but had been ordered by Saruviel and donations of them made in several places all around Zaphona city.

'Not really like him, though,' said Cosadriel. 'Is it?'

'Who can really say with Saruviel,' replied Azrael. 'He's not exactly weird. Normal enough fella. But he's certainly different. All that drama about him.'

'And his job, I suppose,' said Cosadriel.

'Yeh. I suppose,' said Azrael, wiping up a glass behind the bar.

Cosadriel watched football that night, looking up at the screen. He thought, though, on Saruviel. And he thought, again, on his recent thinkings. About getting old. About getting – safe. Maybe that had fallen on Saruviel now too. He'd gotten over it. Or something like that. Ancient time had finally mellowed old nemesis Saruviel of Eternity, and he was being cheerful or something. Cosadriel tend to doubt that, though. Perhaps he shouldn't, and give his brother the benefit of the doubt. But at the back of his mind there was this sneaking suspicion, on this occasion anyway, something else was going on. Something fishy. Well, he'd find out soon enough if there was. He looked at the football, and noticed himself making the usual flints with his head, as if pushing the football this way or that way in his own decisions. And he noticed, funnily, that he had a lot of experience. But he noticed, also, especially in recent times, with so many of the new players being a lot younger, and inexperienced, how – frankly – brash they were. They would do things he just would not do anymore. Almost foolhardy moves which could cost penalties and make other violations. Things, in his ancient ways, he had let go of long ago. Age. Experience. Life had – gotten the better of him. Funny that. The match over he returned to the bar, and picked up the figurine again.

'You think it part of some sort of master plan?' Cosadriel asked Azrael.

'He's probably a bit too old for that now, anyway,' replied Azrael.

Cosadriel stared at Azrael. His brother had hit the nail on the head. He, Cosadriel, felt just like that. Too old for it now anyway. Time had indeed caught up with him. He had – matured. If that was really possible for Cosadriel the angel. But, apparently, it was. It had happened anyway. When he wasn't watching. He sipped on his beer, noticed a new match had started, and went over to his usual table. If Saruviel did have something planned, well. Well good for him. A laugh, at his age. Well that was worth a million. Even if he might be too old to really appreciate it.

The End