#Chapter127

"Welcome home, Sir." one of many spoke up, as a group of angels surrounded us, voice sweet like sugarcoated chocolate. It took me a few seconds to realise, they were talking to Cleo, and not me - obviously. They all bowed in a slight manner, making the hierarchy between The Snake and the rest of them quite clear; whilst also letting me know, I wasn't even worth being addressed in this setting.

"Come to think of it, I should have burnt this place down." I mumbled under my nose as if it was just a thought I accidentally said aloud - but my audience wasn't that head over heels...