Snippet #2589269

Noise. That’s all Casteel could hear as he sat in his usual seat, for the monthly meeting. He saw no point in holding a meeting. The decision would always be the same. Continue with the spreading of the angel disease, capturing the stupid humans and transforming them into equally stupid winged creatures. There was no need for these so called angels, just as there was no need to capture weak and useless humans. He was convinced that they could manage things without having to go through such lengths. His father, head of the council, however, thought otherwise. So set in his own ideals, he couldn’t step back for two seconds to listen to anyone else’s. Yet another reason why these meetings were pointless. After all was said and done, his word would always be Final. Heaven forbid it otherwise. Well Casteel had heard enough. With a slight sigh he straightened his collar and got to his feet. “Are we done here?”. The looks he received from the rest of the council would have sent anyone running but Casteel could care less. Correction, he simply couldn’t care even if he wanted to, which wasn’t the case. “Casteel, I was in the middle of a sentence, now sit down”. The look on the man’s face amused him. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say it was anger. “I apologize for my horrid manners gentlemen but I have other matters to attend. I’ll leave you to hang on my Father’s every word”. With that he turned on his heels and walked out the large wooden doors towards his office, ignoring the sea of whispers that erupted behind him.

Once there he walked to his window and peered out, wondering what the foolish humans were up to at this time of day. Maybe he’d go find out. He walked over to a small hidden closet within his office and pulled out his human attire. After changing into his casual dark blue jeans and leather jacket, he grabbed his nearly full cup of tea and headed out. Less than five minutes later he was there. He could have been there faster, but his body and mind seemed to be out of sync at the moment. He tossed the empty cup of tea in the trash and headed down the semi-crowded streets.


“Ah great!” Aidan peered into the can of paint, scrapping for the very last drop, but it still wouldn’t be enough. How had he used up so much paint? He set the brush down and wiped his hands. Looks like it was time for a shopping trip. Looking around he realized he had made a mess of the room again. Utensils scattered everywhere and paint splattered in every direction. He made a mental note to choose more relaxed music next time he painted. Abby won’t be happy. Speaking of Abby, he heard her voice as he headed towards the door, but didn’t quite catch what she said. He reached over and turned off the stereo. “What??” he peaked his head out just as she disappeared through the front door. “Okay then bye!” he called out even though he was sure she couldn’t hear him. He quickly slid across the wooden hallway floor and into his room. After deciding to stay in his jeans and black long sleeve shirt, he pulled on his shoes and a beanie, grabbed his keys and waltzed out the door. It was a nice day out, and the supply store wasn’t too far. Maybe a nice walk would do him some good. After nearly forgetting to lock the apartment door, he ran back up the steps, reached in for is phone and ran back out, making sure to lock up this time. He plugged his phone into his ear buds and his ear buds into his ears then set off on a quest for durable and hopefully not so expensive art supplies. Not a bad day to spend a day off.