Tiffany stood at the end of the row of shelves, nonchalantly leaning back and looking at her nails with her wings folded up neatly behind her. "Hey, you guys mind pissing off? I need to talk to Daryl."
"Listen bitch," Ella said as she stepped away from Daryl. "This is a private matter. It doesn't concern you and there aren't any humans involved so you can just go flying back to your bird cage."
A deep breath made Tiffany's bosom rise and fall as she pushed away from the wall and moved her head to one side to crack some joint in her neck. "Right, let me repeat myself."
Her wings shot out wide and she rose into the air. From her body a light that was akin to the heart of a sun blazed out to cast in stark relief all around her. Flames hotter than perdition itself burned in her eye sockets and in one hand she held a flaming sword and in the other a book that shone with a light equally brilliant to her own. She spoke in a voice that sounded like Genesis and Armageddon and that voice said: "PISS. OFF."
The demons looked at each other, then shrugged and left. Daryl thought that they were acting a bit too unfazed. There was a slight stiffness to it that made Daryl think that they were trying too hard to not look scared.
The light faded and Tiffany came back to the ground with a sigh before folding her wings in behind her. There was no sign of the flaming sword or the glowing book in her hands. Instead she had produced from nowhere, to Daryl's absolute shock, a package of cigarettes and a lighter. She placed a cigarette in her mouth and with a lighter that glowed a little too bright lit it up and took a good long drag.
"Uh," said Daryl, "I don't think you can smoke in here..."
Tiffany blew a cloud of smoke directly at Daryl. Daryl blinked it away and coughed a bit but it actually didn't smell all that bad. A bit like incense actually. "Well I just channeled the light of creation through my body so the rules can eat me. And you can eat me too. But not literally because I'm mad at you and you don't deserve it." She took another few puffs on her cigarette before tossing it away. It vanished before it hit the ground.
"Wait," said Daryl, "why are you mad at me?"
She bent down and picked the Monster Tome off of the ground. Daryl felt enough panic that she barely took the opportunity to look down Tiffany's dress. When Tiffany stood back up she gave Daryl a hard look and pressed the book into her hands. "You need to be more responsible with this fucking book. Making me was bad enough but making a pair of demons? Are you insane?"
"I didn't mean to! They just popped into- wait. What do you mean making you?"
Tiffany rolled her eyes. "I'm an angel dumbass. I have functional knowledge of just about everything. I know where I come from." She sighed and leaned back against the shelves. "Just... pick some pixies or something next time all right? The only reason that I'm letting you keep that book is because it's the only viable alternative I can see to just smiting you."
Daryl swallowed. "Wait, if you know about all this is there a way that you can remove my curse?"
"If there was don't you think I would have done it? The only way I could would be to travel back in time and stop you from ever touching that book. Except if you do that, then I never become and angel so I can't go back in time and stop you from picking up the book. Time paradox, see? Even I can't unravel one of those."
"So..." Daryl tried to think for a moment. "Any suggestions?"
"I'm a busy celestial being, you can figure it out for yourself." She started to walk away and then sighed before turning around. "The safer stuff is in the back of the book, tells you a lot about the priorities of the guy that wrote the damn thing." With that Tiffany stalked out of the library while muttering about snakes.