Elisheva cocked a brow as she looked over towards the Seraphim and sighed slightly. She knew his frustration all too well, charges were not easy to deal with no matter the Sin and Wrath Sins were particularly trying. She had had a few in her days. Shaking her head slightly she ran her finger along the edge of her shot glass, a soft whine emanating from it as she did.

	"The harder you try to hold a charge the faster they will slip through your fingers like grains of sand," the Wrathful one muttered before downing the liquid from its vessel and motioning for a refill from Sera. Running her tongue along her lips she flippantly pointed towards Sera and smirked.

	"Now this one here doesn't have one damned idea what it is like to deal with a charge. She was born Fallen. She's never had to sit there as she watched a charge descend into their Sin and you fought with all of Heavens light to protect them and bring them salvation," she commented slightly irked at the thought. 

	Sera just refilled the drink and let Elisheva vent, it made no mind to her. She had dealt with Wraths before. It would pass soon enough. Elisheva quickly downed another and another, each one burning less and less as it traveled down her throat.

	"All she does is enjoy the Lust. She's never had Wrath twist a soul, Pride darken one, or Envy be driven to madness. This bitch has never even tasted Love much less had it ripped from her hands and tossed into the void." So much for Sera not caring as Wrath laced with Lust for a moment and her fingers gripped Elisheva by the shoulders from the other side of the bar, lifting her out of her seat. Elisheva just laughing in the woman's face.

	"Listen here you pompous bitch. Don't talk to me about Love. I know Love, greater than any of you Seraphim or Fallen here. I birthed a Seraphim! And heavens light ripped her from me. So she could be like the rest of Heavens lemmings. So don't talk to me about not knowing. I know. I was punished because of who my father is, not because I Fell. So take your judgements and shove it. I've already been judged!" 

	Seras voice was full of pain and sorrow as she dropped Elisheva back into her seat and leaned back. Elisheva stared at her shocked by the revelation. A Fallen birthing a Seraphim? It was unheard of, why hadn't Michael or Gabriel let the Seraphim know this?