One hell of a different point of view.

Float like an angel

The Cambion shivered <I need food> He thought hazily as he slipped into the diner and sat in the corner booth overlooking the entirety of his newfound shelter, back to the wall. The Cambion dug into the tattered cloak pocket and pulled out 3$.

"Fuck"

He mumbled, took a deep breath and ordered a sandwich. He waited for a while before he felt a twinge of something in the atmosphere. It felt large and cleansing, it stung every fiber of his being. When the sandwich came the Cambion he wolfed it down without a second thought of such energy. Until he saw a tall, pale stranger with a crucifix necklace slide into the booth seat next to him. Uncomfortably close and pinning him between himself and the wall. Perhaps not the best choice of seating after all.

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" The stranger's smirk was gilded.

"No, but I broke a few nails crawling out of hell" the Cambion retorted shoving the tall man aside to escape the oncoming claustrophobia. The last thing he needed was to lose control. The stranger then grabbed the Cambion's arm and grinned predatorily.

"Let me buy you a drink." he prodded.

"Or," the Cambion offered with a cocky smirk on his face, chuckling. " You could fuck off entirely!" He then shoved the arm away with a curt little nod and began to walk out of the diner.

"Oh, come on, why not go out with me? It's not like any other guy will choose you after they know what you are!"

The Cambion gave his pursuer the bird and then caught one end of the blade just in time to not be eviscerated were he stood.

<Shit> he thought intelligently.

"I offered you an easy way out, but now you leave me no choice" the angelic assassin arrogantly announced.

The other patrons of the diner watched in horror as the Cambion flung his assailant over his shoulder. Then proceeded to pull an obsidian scythe out of thin air and plunge it into the chest of the entity before him. The wound, mouth, and eyes began to glow with a bright blue pale light. The stench of charring flesh filled the air as a deafening ringing sound cut its way into every eardrum in a ten-mile radius. The heavens screamed in grief at the loss of another angel, he was not the first, he would not be the last.

<ow,ow,ow, can't see, shit,fuck,ow,ow,ow,ow>

The Cambion spun uselessly and tried to recover.

"What the hell was that?!" a frightened human chief exclaimed

Several patrons made their way over to the burned-out husk of a devout man.

"What in the hell even are you?!" another human asked desperately

The Cambion's hood had fallen back, revealing Smokey red and purple eyes and two goat horns resting and curved handsomely around his face.

"Out of this Shit-hole." Buccannan Cerberousson explained indignantly as he sauntered out of the diner with the ruined floor. Few funds and weapon in tow.