Walking back into the shop Raziel neatened up a rack of post cards before walking towards the cash register. Stopping he turned and looked out the shop window as the point where his wings belonged itched. Something was out there that did not belong. “well if I am here, one of their party will be in the area as well.” He said with a sigh. Only times they really knew the others side was in the area was when they used their celestial powers. In their human guises they would not feel the others power, so he wondered why the other party would arrive in the town so openly. But then with the way humans dressed and acted this day and age he guessed the other side was hopping that they would blend in.

Shaking his head again he turned back to the register. Over a hundred or so years ago it would have been so much easier to tell one of that side from the people around here. Always dressing like the rich or the most nasty person around. Now humans had become so different that even the most nasty people did not look it. Why not ten years ago he had thought that he had found the agent of the other side only to find that it was a human and the demon was the business man dressed nicely and donating to a local charity.

The bell over the door chimed announcing another patron had arrived. His eyes scanned the young man standing at the door. He remained Raziel of the young men years ago that thought they were working for a Dark Lord but they were a laughing stalk. Albino by the look of his hair and eyes but his skin was not the pale that most albinos had. Pale enough to clearly like to spend his time indoors and at night.

Raziel smiled at his hello. “greetings how might I help you?” he had not seen this young man around before but then he was new to the area. Maybe he was acting out againted his confinement to such a small town. His family probably came out here to live where life was “simpler”. As simple as life could be if you were working the land or commuting into the big city nearby