The House Of Krane

Ben got up from the ground, dusting himself and grumbling as he did. His jaw ached him terribly and his elbow was slightly bruised from hitting the ground too hard when Liam had flung him out carelessly. He wiped whatever little blood sipped out from the injury onto his trousers and cursed some more at Liam. 

It was still quite early for anyone or rather, any thing as he loved to call the demons, to come into Smokes and the place around the bar was deserted of beings so no one witnessed him being flung out or it would have been more humiliating. He stood at the door for a while, knowing that the could not go inside any more, at least for now or Liam would do worse and he cursed.

The renegade Angel he had come to hate was always seen around Phidian and it irked him that Liam had latched himself into her, what exactly was going on between those two, he did not know but he hated that fact that they had become close. They had become way too close for comfort. He knew there wa