The prince of Gods

1.

"Get a pet angel he said, it'll be fun he said, he will keep the place safe he said. Dear Thoth give me strength to deal with this", he was done, done! This deal had been bad from the beginning, and four weeks in Xander was ready to strangle the baby angel warrior. Of course he was used to warrior angels coming in and out of the shop by now, since Uriel had made a point of getting them slowly used to being around voodoo and the voodoo priest had grown used to dealing with angels, they were rude and unkind, they frowned and if they hadn't been so in love with Uriel they would complain holy hell over the smell of the shop and everything the elder angel made them come and get. It had been amusing at first, Xander would mess with them, make the potions even more smelly for them to carry around the different planes, but now it had grown boring, he barely exchanged a word with them when they came to get their chosen poison.

He hadn't thought it'd be so bad with a live in warrior angel, albeit he had known the guy was young and Uriel had some whatever reasons to place the guy to live with Xander. The voodoo priest wasn't so sure as to why Ethan actually was there, but he was almost sure it was to drive him up the wall and commit suicide. Maybe Uriel wanted to get rid of him? Now that would be very hurtful. And Xander resisted the urge to go bang his head against the table as he heard the bell that hung upon the front door, needed to get professional, sure, and ignore the statue of an angel standing in his space glaring at the customers. The raven haired priest got up, running his hands through his hair, taking in a long deep breathe to calm his nerves and whip up the customer service smile. Then he entered into the shop side, greeting the couple, vampires – Xander could tell immortals apart, and he could also tell the fucking growl on Ethan's face.

He called out to the couple, telling them he'd be with them in a minute, thankfully the two weren't too off put by the fact there was a massive warrior angel glaring them down. And thankfully by now Xander wasn't anymore worried that the man would try to kill him. He had been at first, angels weren't kind, he had never had the illusion they were kind breed – he had been killed once by angels, and it hadn't been a calm and soothing death by any means. When Ethan had first come in he had thought the man might just kill him, the angel was tall and wide, he was made of pure power and muscle and even if Xander liked to think he was fit and he liked to go kick boxing and to the gym, but one look at the angel told him he wouldn't break a sweat while ripping Xander's spine in half. But after flinching for three weeks every time the man reached to go and get something, while nearby to the voodoo priest, Xander had finally figured the man wouldn't kill him, ever. Of course Uriel assuring him over that for the millionth time might have had something to do with it too. Xander's distrust in people hadn't formed in this life, he had been cautious for the past six or seven lives he had lived through already. And he definitely wouldn't say he trusted in Ethan, but he was comfortable enough to stop by the man and give him a glare of his own.

"Behave, and if you keep glaring at them you might as well go outside and stand in the rain", Xander's voice was low, almost a hiss even though he knew the vampires probably heard him too, Ethan growled but he didn't move, he stopped staring at the two customers though which was a good thing. It was Xander's time to sell his magic. And really he didn't udnerstand why all the angels were so against vampires, especially sweet kind like the couple were, they were looking at plenty of things, and there was plenty to look at.

The shop was a quaint little place, it was off the main road in an old building with a lot of history, the window was covered with a blanket and there was some tacky signs about palm reading and voodoo spells for sale, like all the fake voodoo shops had. It was all for an illusion, besides actual travellers did bring in some nice money, they wanted the whole ride and Xander gave it to them. Palm reading and shit included, he could do potions, but he sure as hell couldn't do palm reading – he was good at talking shit though. The inside of the shop was dimly lit, it was mostly black shelves and dark walls, and everything was filled with trinkets, bottles with different coloured liquids in them, insence sticks, orbs of all sizes and colours. Xander liked to say anyone could find what they wanted from there, find their meaning of life. And whether it was a clueless human or a vampire couple – he would always find something to sell them.