The rain rain slanted sideways as the figure moved through the rain. The man reached up and puled up his green cloth hood against the rain. His back lacked wings and his head lacked a halo but there was a pale aura that seemed to pierce the darkness around him driving back the rain. Holding the hood with his right hand the vambrace on his left hand bounced against the hilt of the sword sheathed on his left hip as he moved through the rain. Lightning split the sky once and then twice before flashing down toward the man in the rain but he simply lifted his left hand and a half dome of pale light appeared above his hand and the lightning was diverted around the figure. He chuckled to himself "really, lightning? that's kind of juvenile." He continued through the driving rain toward the bar in the middle of nowhere, literally. Nowhere just like the cartoon with the dog and the two elderly individuals. The name chuckled at this work of mortal drivel that had been concocted the entertain small children yet strangely the mindlessness of the television program amazed him. He was over a thousand years old and yet the mortal invention of Television amazed him, particularly cartoons. He chuckled again at the thought of a lightning bolt hitting him and the idea of it turning him into a skeleton before he crumbled to dust. Wouldn't the others love to see him reduced to a pile of ash by a lightning bolt, too poetic for him though. He'd know grace once, been damned once and risen again, this time he was here to stay. The man stomped up to the front of the bar and pushed the door open and ducked his head into the bar as he stepped across the threshold of the bar taking it all in, including the Risen sitting at the table and the disemboweled demon on the table. "Well I see you started the party without me" Samael pushed the hood back from his face, his eyes shone misty grey and pale without iris or pupil.