Nathaniel was one of the first few to arrive. He was one of the unfortunate ones that didn't have the pleasure of coming with anyone. No servants to drop him off and definitely no loved ones to say goodbye. This was the cost of being a bastard son and a member of the unthinkables. Everyone saw him as scum even if he slayed a thousand demons. He had no father and no title and most certainly no royal blood coursing through his wingless veins. But Nathaniel didn't care. Nathaniel never cared anymore. There no thoughts and emotions with him now. He was simply just a bastards son that happened to be a fantastic soldier that never cared about anything ever.
Nathaniel had brushed off the man that greeted him. He gave him a simple nod but stepped into the bus with no retaliation over it like the higher ups gave. He simply sat himself in the last seat while he watched more arrived. The bus had an awful odor to it and the seats had holes and a few seat belts ripped off. It was still better than having to travel by foot from his faction until he reached a human public transportation area and took a bus to only be dropped off several blocks from here. The set back of not having a pair of wings like the other angels.
Various vehicles were beginning to arrive at this neutral ground(one of the few left since the war started). Each one gave away their social class. Royals arrived in limos accompanied by cars with guards. Nobles arrived in the most expensive cars their house could afford siply for the sake of displaying their families wealth. Commoners arrived in all types of vehicles. Some were average cars, pick up trucks, motorcycles. The unthinkables were the ones to arrive the same way Nathaniel had: by foot or by bus. It was a bit odd seeing so many different classes and races all together at once. There was surely going to be a fight that would break out before they even left.