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“…” Poe took a breath. “Nope.”

He threw his hands up in the air and walked off. “Nope.”

Getting out of the graveyard was easier going than getting into it had been, for one he was no longer moving at breakneck speed, for another he knew the way. “Nope!”

Angels were, shit, angels were shit. Angels were the kind of shit his mother had sung him songs about, her lips pressed against his head, her arms wrapped around him. He’d had a picture of a ‘guardian angel’ hung above his bed. A cherubic face with wings.

Such utter shit.

“NOPE!”

Following Poe out of the graveyard was easy, even if he had a head start. It was a bare one, Rey had stayed behind to watch the angel and guard Poe’s back (well, sort of, she’d been planning a confrontation of her own) when between one blink and the next the angel just… vanished. Poof. Gone. She’d seen a lot of creatures… alright, she’d read a lot about the creatures that went bump in the dark and could appear to vanish before your eyes. But the angel really did seem to have just… vanished.

Poof.

It was weird.

The ‘angel’, if that’s what he had been, hadn’t even tried to… to do anything. Usually monsters attacked first and asked questions (or lied through their teeth) second.

Unless they were demons.

He, it, was probably a demon.

“Poe.” Rey grabbed at the edge of his shirt, it slipped from her grasp and she couldn’t, not now, not right… “Poe!”

“Think I can charm my way into a bar?” Poe said, eyes on a dingy looking corner pub crawling with people in team colors. What team, and what sport, Rey had no idea.

“I think that you can charm your way into anything.” It was true enough. Poe had always been charming. Being dead probably wouldn’t have changed that. Maybe. “But I’d be the one paying.”

Poe smiled at her, all charm… except, when Rey met his gaze, there was a deadness to his eyes that hadn’t been there before. Hopelessness. Pain. He looked like he needed a drink. Rey sighed and checked to be sure her wallet was in her pocket.

“I’ll buy you a drink, but I doubt they’ll let you in there without shoes.”

They let him in.

Of course they let him in.

It had more to do with no one watching the door. This wasn’t the kind of place that had bouncers, this was the kind of neighborhood bar where everyone knew just about everyone else but no one cared much if you were new. It was busy and noisy and no one was looking at Poe’s feet. Most of them had their eyes glued to the televisions stationed around the bar. Two in opposite corners, two on opposite sides of the bar. Rey could recognize the game as basketball and, if she squinted, would have been able to make out the team names. She didn’t much care, however, and instead paid attention to shoving crowding sportsfans out of the way so she could order two of whatever was cheapest on tap.

She wasn’t made of money. And compared to Chewbacca’s home brew everything was going to taste like piss.

Poe shifted next to her.

“So,” it’s hard for some people to talk over the noise, hard to find the right level of ‘loud enough’ and ‘not too loud’ but Rey was raised at Dex’s and it’s second nature to her, “we’re going to need to call them.”

There wasn’t any question about who ‘they’ were.

Poe nodded, not happily, and took the beer from the bartender with a lukewarm smile. His first sip made him gag and Rey laughed… until she took her own first sip.

“This is awful.” Poe said with a laugh, he took another sip, then a swallow. “I…”

The television behind Poe’s head turned to static, to disappointed groans and shouts from the crowd. Poe turned look, Rey pushed onto her tip toes and…

The TV behind them went out, in the corners, static all around, quick, sudden, like a thunderclap except… except really annoying aurally. The bar goers shouted angrily, pushed, shoved. Poe’s eyes were wide. “Something-” wrong? She was going to ask. But then the whine started, a high whine that cut through the chatter of the bar. A whine that made everyone, including Poe, clutch at their head.

It grew.

And grew. Glasses shattered, dropped from hands to hit the floor, glasses on the bar exploded, alcohol of all colors ran together to drip on the floor.

Had to be a monster. Or a weird technical malfunction. Rey glanced at Poe.

He grimaced, hands still clasped to his head, and shoved his way towards the door.

The sound stopped.

Poe walked away from the bar. He wasn’t… you know, he just wasn’t anything at the moment. He certainly wasn’t surprised when the ‘angel’ appeared (without even a flash of light) at his side and fell into step. “So.” He took a breath of the cool night air. “That noise is you, huh?”

Demons are good at pretending to be human. They’re very, very good at it, they can fake all the right human emotions even though (when the pretense falls away) they really only feel the dark ones. Tsaphinael, when Poe turned to look at him, was curiously blank. Inhumanly blank, perhaps.

“You’re supposed to be able to hear me.” The angel said and if Poe hadn’t been looking he would have missed the way Tsaphinael almost bit his lip. An impulsive gesture, a nervous tic. “But obviously you can’t.”

‘Where did that body come from’, Poe wanted to ask, ‘what do you really want?’ But this wasn’t the place for either question. He saw Rey emerge from the bar over Tsaphinael’s shoulder along with any patrons who had been unpleasantly shocked into sobriety by pain and surprise. He motions that she should approach with caution and, despite the fact she rolled her eyes at him, she did slow down.

“What should I call you?” Poe asked, instead of the questions burning on his tongue.

The angel frowned. “I told you my name was Tsaphinael.”

He sounded hesitant.

Demons were pretty good at faking emotions, they were, but rarely did they ever decide to go with timid. It wasn’t in their playbook. Poe found it hard to imagine that angels were often timid, and he decided that if a demon was faking it as an angel it likely wouldn’t either. Which put him in a tricky position, either this was an incredibly tricky monster or it really was an angel.

He.

Tsaphinael.

“Yeah, but that’s… it’s a long name. And people are going to look at us funny.” They’d be getting enough second looks just for being black and brown and out at night. Not to mention in the company of a young white woman. “They don’t have nicknames up in heaven?”

Tsaphinael looked up at the sky. “No.”
Well. Poe hadn’t really figured they did.

“How about Finn?” Poe asked, before he could stop himself. “Good human name, Finn.”

And that moment, when Finn looked into his eyes was when Poe knew he made a mistake. It wasn’t a demon looking back at him but… “Finn.” Finn smiled, bright as the sun and with eyes that twinkled like Christmas lights. “I like it.”

Poe could easily recognize the fluttering swoop inside of him, the first step to getting his heart broken (and in some cases, his head cracked) but it wasn’t like he could control it. Emotions were emotions. There was only so much meditation could suppress.

“Tell me you didn’t name him.” Rey groaned.

Finn turned and gave her the starlight sparkling smile as well. “I’m Finn.”

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SOOOOOOO. Unless I get up to writing a sequel, this is where the story ends for me. I figure that Finn's actually pretty opposed to Heaven's plan for the Skywalkers (and actually Heaven's plan for the Skywalkers has already been fucked over given that the angels didn't accurately plot out humanity's time table and now everything is fucked) and he actually jumped ship and pulled Poe out of hell WAY before he was supposed to which is going to make a shit storm but also keep Hell from being broken open. BECAUSE WHY NOT I ASK YOU.

THIS IS AMAZING

I'd love it if you wrote more!

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