Watching the sunset with his toes in the sand was probably the best way Samael could think of to end his day off from work. Geez, he thought, humans have it tough. He’d only been living on the island for a few months, but being a bartender five days a week for 7 hours a day was really starting to weigh down on him. He knew it wasn’t even the hardest job and it was nothing compared to his old job of commanding two million angel soldiers in heaven, but it was still very taxing. 21[sup]st[/sup] century civilization was very different and more material driven than any other civilization he’d ever partook in. Back in the good old days, the air was cleaner and you could build and hunt your own way in this world; now you had to spend half your life studying to get a good job and then have your dreams crushed by the limitations that this society had given you. Luckily, Sam still had some gold and valuables packed up so that he didn’t have to worry about never having enough money to survive.
Of course, the crashing waves were still the same, maybe a bit oilier, but they still followed the pattern that the moon had given them. The salty sea breeze still felt refreshing on his skin, still made his jet black hair whip in the wind. Samael set his attention on the falling sun. A beautiful pallet of oranges and pinks erupted in the sky as the sun hit the horizon. Sunset was one of Samael’s favorite things about this world.
He looked over and saw a blue haired boy staring at the sea. Quite odd that it didn’t look dyed. He didn’t think humans came with blue hair, but with everything that lived on this island, he should know better than to be surprised. He walked over to the boy and asked him, “Something on your mind?”
