An Interruption
Naomi’s hand lightly brushed the side of her face, softly tickling her skin as she applied her stage makeup. The concert wasn’t to start for another hour, but she could already hear the crowd coming through the doors, the muffled sound of them coming through the walls. This concert was a special one, a celebration of her newest album selling three million copies. For the first time in her life, she finally felt like she was succeeding in something. Of course, this is when Samael decided to pop in for a visit.
“Well, aren’t you looking pretty,” she said as she emerged from the shadows in the corner of the dressing room.
Naomi rolled her eyes, “Yes, thank you.”
“I’ve been bored recently,” Samael huffed, “There’s been nothing to do, no artifacts to hunt down, no one to kill. I thought I might just crash your party for a bit of fun.”
“I have noticed that it’s been a while without a mission, seems odd,” Naomi said, allowing the last thing Samael had said to go unheard.
Samael walked past Naomi, sitting in one of the chairs in front of the mirrors. The glass frosted over with a thin layer of ice as she approached. “It would be practical for the Angels to have drawn back. If they’ve temporarily stopped their meddling then it’s harder for us to track them down,” she said, lip curled in a snarl.
“You say this like it offends you,” Naomi suppressed a shudder, Samael’s effect cooling the room down to an uncomfortable temperature.
“It angers me. Those idiots boast of being so powerful, yet when faced with the threat of only two people they run and hide.”
“I don’t think either of us really qualify as people.”
Samael fiddled with a pen Naomi had left on the table. “But still, there are only two of us. There are thousands of them, but they refuse to fight. It’s pathetic, they don’t even know who we are! They’ve had no way to even evaluate if the threat is large enough to flee,” she scowled.
“They had gotten too used to being unthreatened. We shattered their monotony. It’s understandable that they would choose not to continue their work for the time being.”
Samael’s scowl morphed into the cheeky grin she always got when she was going to say something stupid, but the hard glint stayed in her eyes. “Is there any chance you would let me shatter your monotony?” she said.
“You are my monotony,” Naomi deadpanned.
Samael rose from the chair, standing her full six inches over Naomi. “Are you sure about that?” she said, “I think I’m pretty unpredictable.”
“How so?”
“I mean I could kiss you right now,” she said, startling Naomi, “But would you kiss back?”
Naomi’s mouth hung agape, unable to form a response. Before she could regain her composure, there was a knock on her door. Naomi whipped her head around to face the door as Samael melted into the shadows in her peripheral.
“Miss Wolfe?” A voice said through her door, “Just a reminder that the show starts in half an hour.”