"Shep, honey," Lex smiled and chuckled. "We need to talk," he said seriously.
"What now, Sex Offender?" Shep replied, as he put on the thick coat.
"Where am I from, Shep?" Lex asked, as he watched Shep pull on a pair of gloves.
"New York," Shep smiled.
"No-no-no-no, where is my most RECENT residence," he smiled sweetly. Shep, knowing what was coming, just smiled quietly. "Hell, Shepherd," Lex continued, bitterly and voice laced with anger. "Do you know what the temperature in Hell is like?" Lex asked, returning to his sweet voice.
"No, Lex I don't." He just smiled as he tied up his boots.
"It's hot, Shep. It's really hot. I don't walk around bare chested for nothing," Lex pointed at his well toned muscles, covered only in the thick chains he had taken the day Shep had saved him. "It's really fucking hot, and I like it. That, my good friend," he stood up, "is why I don't go to places, LIKE FUCKING RUSSIA!" he screamed the last words.
"Maybe you should write a letter, ask the angels to kindly move to Arizona." Shep just smiled to himself, not even looking at Lex.
"How much longer are you going to drag me to these God-awful places to get hurt and kill some god damned angel!" Lex spat.
"Until they're all dead, Lex. That's what our goal was, remember?" he smiled.
"I hate you," Lex said, as he opened the door to their small personal plane, and stepped out into the snow.
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His bare feet hissed as they were buried in the snow, steam rising from his hot skin. "Lets just kill the bitch, and get the hell out of here. Okay?" Lex waved his hand, tired.
"Of course, your toasty-ness," Shep bowed, as Lex's flushed skin began to turn cold. He walked through the snow, not far behind Shep, as it blew in his face. He was glad the angel wasn't far. Rafael, the third to last angel, had taken up residence in Russia, much to Lex's chagrin.
"So what does it say about this Rafael guy?" Lex asked.
"I looked him up back in the U.S. of A," Shep said. "He's supposed to be a healer. Kind of the sissy-lala of the Archs," Shep explained. "At least it sounds that way. How bad could a guy with a staff be? What's he gonna do, hit me with it?" Shep asked.
"No, he's going to hit me with it," Lex grumbled.
"You really need to get off this injury thing of yours," Shep mumbled.
"I will, when I stop getting injured!" Lex stopped walking. "Now what the hell is that?" he frowned and stared at the gray shadow in the blur of the snow.
"I'm gonna go ahead and guess Rafael," Shep replied, grabbing a feather out of the wind. Instead of being the familiar gray, this feather was pure black. It turned to dust the moment Shep grabbed it.
"Yo, Rafael! Get yo' ugly face ova here!" Lex said, walking towards the angel. "I'm cold, I'm in goddamn Russia, and I wanna go home!" he shouted, like an angry child.
"Did you just say 'Yo'?" Shep scrunched his eyebrows together The angel turned around slowly ,revealing a decaying and blackened face. Lex wrinkled his nose.
"Oh Jesus. You might want to see someone about that... you've got a little... uh..." Lex pointed to his cheek, the same cheek on the angel had a gaping hole in it where flesh had rotted away. "Man, Shep, do we have to kill this one... he's kind of sad." Lex stuck out his bottom lip and looked at the Angel, who just stood there staring at him. He was leaning on a tall staff, completely silent and making no move to hurt either one of them.
"Ugh... Lex, don't stand near that... you're going to get herpes or something. Come here," Shep's nose was wrinkled too, he waved Lex over like a mother would a child.
"He's not even doing anything..." he mumbled, barely audible over the howl of the wind and snow. "Hey, you're Rafael right? The Archangel? Is this 8764, Fuckmeit'scoldoutside Lane? On the corner Getmethefuckoutofhere Circle and HolyshitIhateRussia Street?" Lex asked seriously.
"Lex don't taunt him. Come on," Shep said, equally as confused.
"What kind of archangel are you. You're in the top three man! The dick with the bow put up more of a fight," he scoffed.
"I am the guardian of two," the angel spoke, voice weak and dying.
"The guardian of two? What kind of shitty title is-"
"Lex!" Shep interrupted him, yanking the demon back as the angel lashed out with black claws.
"Whoa... somebody needs a mani-pedi. Bad," Lex sighed. Shep drew his swords and readied for a fight. But instead, the Angel shuffled away, kicking up piles of snow at its feet. "Wait, he's just leaving," Lex frowned. "Oh no no no no no, no," he wagged his finger, walking back up to the angel.
"Lex what the fuck is wrong with you, this isn't the time for your sarcasm," Shep said.
"I think this is the perfect time. Sir, Sir?" he called the angel, who ignored him. "Sir, we need to talk."
"Jesus, don't torture the poor guy, just kill him," Shep muttered.
"I heard that and I will deal with you later!" Lex turned and scowled at Shep who whistled innocently, the musical sound lost in the harsh wind. "Sir, you don't understand. We came from someplace sunny, warm, and it doesn't smell like Vodka. At least not in the good parts," he mumbled. "Anywho, I want to get back to that sunny, warm, AA meeting, friendly place," Lex smiled.
"That's not racist or anything," Shep crossed his arms as Lex spoke to the angel.
"So if you can just help me out and at least do something that makes me want to hurt you, or even look at me, that would be awesome," he smiled, innocently.