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Outside a small coffee shop in the middle of a busy city, Nova sat at a small metal table despite the light rain that fell. His wings hidden away with something he liked to call "magic". It allowed him to comfortably wear the leather jacket currently draped over his shoulders, without ruining the fabric by threading his wings through. Or the worse scenario of his wings painfully folding beneath it. It also hid them from the site of the common people, but he was less concerned about that. Everything he did was for himself and his own comfort. Screw it if someone saw his wings. The Law could suck it.

Adjusting himself in the seat, he leaned back and watched everyone rushing by with heavy-lidded eyes. A cigarette hung loosely in his mouth, like he wasn't even paying attention to it until he pulled his lips tight again and took a long drag from it. His older kids always liked to remind of the harm they could cause, and he would also reply, "Your dad is invincible" in what they thought was a funny accent. It was the honest truth, at least in terms of the harmful effects of most human substances.

Unfortunately, that also meant the more desired effects were dulled. And it took a lot to get what he wanted. He glanced up at the sky as the rain fell harder, and he could hear the people around him complaining about their clothes or their hair or the precious documents in their bags. Honestly, he felt bad for them. Not because the rain inconvenienced them, but because they were all mortals and they would never get to enjoy the amount of power he held.

On second thought, it was better that they never did. Knowing the mortals he’s met before, they truly didn’t deserve it. Besides, what fun would he have then if everyone was as powerful as him? Running into the demons was torture enough in that department. A quiet, humorless huff of laughter to himself, he stood from the seat and grabbed the drink he’d ordered. Where he was to today, he wasn’t quite sure. He usually rolled with the punches and decided as he went. He had no job to worry about, not since he told everyone in the underworld to go screw themselves.

He sipped from his drink, grimaced, and tossed it in the trash as he passed by. Unfortunately, even coffee withheld its effects on him. Finally pulling his leather jacket completely on, he picked up the pace down the always busy street, glancing up at the glowing signs for anything that would catch his eye. Hopefully somewhere he could waste his day. Because he failed to pay attention, he shouldered into somebody.

Lukas walked down the busy street with a cigarette in his mouth and a vodka bottle in the pocket of his heavy black leather jack with a red fabric inner layer and a red fabric hood over his head, You could see that his left arm was more thick than his right arm from it being robotic as well as his right eye shining red under the hood. Lukas wore black baggy jeans as well as a black t shirt under the jacket and some thick black and red high tops
Lukas was walking quiet sloppily from the heavy amount of alcohol he's already consumed, He tread down the street mumbling when a strange man bumped into him causing the alcohol bottle to fall out of his pocket and smash on the ground. Lukas immediately whipped around, pulling his hood back and looked very upset, "Hey man, watch where the **** you're going okay? You owe me more alcohol now." Lukas said in a slurring voice, but still understandable.

Nova glanced over his shoulder, ready to give a quick wink to whoever it was and move on his way. However, the sound of the shattered bottle grabbed his attention and he paused his steps. His eyes lazily pulled from the spilled alcohol to the man that decided to make a bigger deal of it than it needed to be. Honestly, it was only the softest of bumps. Both eyebrows rose, half-lidded gaze staring for several moments before a smug grin spread across the Nephalem's face. "You seem to be the one unfit to even walk. How am I to blame here?"

He shoved his hands in his pockets, subtly sizing the guy up. Obviously too drunk to hardly even walk. Lucky one, he was. Didn't even know how good he had it. He looked mismatched, though. As if someone took a doll apart and forgot where they left the original pieces. At least the man was decent enough to have a color scheme to his clothing. "I don't owe you anything, buddy. Doesn't sound like you need anymore of that, anyway. Get yourself home safely." Then, Nova winked at the man and spun on his heel, moving to return to his stroll down the street.

Fang walking up to him and grabbed his shoulder to stop Nova from walking, "Dont you dare talk to me like that!" Fang spat in his face. Fangs face looks visibly upset as he tries to keep his footing, but keeps swaying back and fourth. "Look dude just pay me back, its not that hard."

Nova tensed when a hand clamped on his shoulder and he paused mid-step a second time. More than he liked. He was always on the move and he didn't enjoy being held up, especially when they physically forced him to. He spun, one hand swiping away the other man's away. "Do not touch me." Unlike before when he sounded so carefree, now his voice was low. He reached to grab Fang's shirt then, trying to ball the material in his fist so he could pull the drunk closer. "I tried being nice and this is how I'm repaid?"

"Speaking of, I'm not paying you back for shit, bud." Which, if Nova really did have any money on him, he still wouldn't. The other guy didn't need to know that his pockets were empty, though. It was none of his business. "As far as I'm aware, you're making a big deal out of nothing. Just get back to whatever ditch you crawled out of. It's not that hard." He sneered then, "Maybe in your state, it actually would be." He would let go of the shirt at this point if he had been able to grab it in the first place. "Get out of my face. Learn some manners."