God the screaming. You think after all these centuries Raphael would be used to it but he wasn't like his triplet Michael. He had been made for healing, not battle. Mentally he reminded himself that the victim was a monster. He swallowed a deeper swig of his flask before closing it back around his neck again.

"As you wish." Raphael nodded and the sound of the dog howling gave him the confirmation he needed. The angel got up from his spot on the wall and snapped his fingers although it seemed like nothing happened.

"Do they have beignets in Hell?" He asked him casually as he got up to open the truck door.