There was hardly any furniture in the shabby little house. The so-called living room had only a sofa and an old television with a tiny screen and a bulky back. There was nothing else, not even a coffee table.
But what more could a ten-square-meter living room possibly need? As long as it could seat a few people, that was enough.
A landscape oil painting hung on one wall. It depicted a lush green field, with nothing but grass and blue sky in the picture. It looked equally simple.
Gabriel was different from Lucifer, who loved extravagance and waste. He seemed to prefer a plain, minimalist style, whereas their former Satan had pursued luxury in every possible way.
"Looks like not every Angel who comes to Earth gets to live well."
Deadpool wandered around the room rather than sitting on the sofa. Furniture with springs poking out was not very friendly to someone whose ass also had cancer.
"This is way too miserable. It makes me want to become his sugar daddy. Okay, that was just exaggerated rhetoric. Personally, I don't support fallen men."
Gabriel was actually quite handsome too, though his was the masculine kind of beauty. Unlike Lucifer's demonic charm, which displayed a different perfect image to different people, Gabriel possessed a beauty that only women or gay men could appreciate.
"That's because Gabriel has principles."
Kitty saw things clearly. It rubbed against Deathstroke's neck, circled around him once, and hung there like a scarf.
"Although he lost much of his combat power after falling, he had once been a Seraph. He has abilities that are terrifying to humans. If he did something like looting, no one in the Justice League besides Batwoman could beat him one-on-one."
Even a starving camel was bigger than a horse. The seven