Bab 99: A New Beginning

Zariel was already up when First Light touched the horizon. He stood in the mirror, taking in his pale complexion. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this way. 'Was it after I was released after Yarvel Oltimor tormented me?' he wondered. He'd gotten really sick that night when the knight tore off the hooks that had pierced his shoulders and tossed him onto the Earth, left to rot. "The rest sure is a blur…" 

Without much strength, he took a seat on a nearby settee, outstretching his body so that he lay on his side. 

"You look like shit," said the teasing voice of Mephisto. 

Zariel didn't have the strength to ask why he was there. Not that he could imagine Mephisto giving a straight response. He didn't appear to be one to give simple responses. 

"Ice Latte? What? Just because I'm some great evil doesn't mean I can't enjoy simple things like coffee." The Fallen smiled, taken in that look of surprise Zariel held. "Do you like Boba?"