She felt the diabolical presence enter the club before she even physically saw who it was that entered. She looked out of the corner of her eye, noting the avian-looking creature that, like her, also did not register as strange to the cognitive patrons.

Oh, he definitely looked unassuming; everything they did, from how they ordered their drink, to how they put on the affectation of an exhausted bar-goer gave this impression. But she'd been an Angel long enough to know that most Fallen Angels or Demons did not entertain coincidences or lucky guesses. He appeared in an area that her human self would frequent, but only when she was an Angel. And the forever war between Diabolical and Divine seemed to stretch into eternity. Zadkiel no longer wanted any part of that, but she had no faith that this Demon also felt similarly.

So, without hesitation, she picked up her Broken Spear and lobbed it directly at them. It was not her Holy Spear; it would not do permanent damage, but it would make a clear statement...