Fiction: The Atheist Angel

I saw an arch-angel at the bar today. He had dark skin and piercing eyes, but he looked as ordinary as the next guy in the room. I paid him no attention at first until I noticed his tattoos - a winged shape that rested on the side of his neck. It looked ethereally familiar and called out to me until I found myself sitting on the same table he sat. The air littered with the usual frenzy that was a culture for any Lagos bar on a Friday evening - fast-paced songs beveraged with the smell of cheap beer. I drew the plastic chair out and pushed myself into it. He threw his head back as he smeared the golden content of his cup into his throat. He winced and then kept his eyes on me as if he had seen something that he recognized.
“You are not supposed to be here”, he said calmly as he turned the half-filled  bottle of whiskey into the glass. Confusion smeared across my face. I come here every evening to take my traditional two bottles of stout. His eyes met mine, and then he quickly removed it as if he was trying to hide something.
“What do you mean?” I asked, half-timid and half-irritated. My throat was already getting too dry to be having this conversation.
“You obviously don’t know who I am?”
I looked at him more intently, wondering if I had missed anything. Yes, his eyes seemed oddly familiar, but not in a friendly way. In Lagos, most people looked familiar. Perhaps it was the story of stress, pain and disappointment that really flowed through our blood streams. Blood is thicker than water, yes? It still didn’t matter.
“Why should I care?”
He gulped the whiskey and exhaled sharply.
“You obviously don’t know who you are?”
“Sir, whoever you are, I just...,” and that’s when it happened. For the first time in my life, I felt a part of me I had not even know existed bloom, and I could see the wings on his back, piercing-white. I felt my eyes widen as I saw something else. I saw the same wings on my back. What sorcery?! Was I dreaming? I opened my mouth in utmost surprise, but it wasn’t shock that came pouring out.
“Gabriel?! Is that you?!,” I found myself speaking in a language I didn’t even know I understood. He smiled at me tiredly.
“Welcome back Yagi!”
“What happened? Where is Uriel?”, I asked, utter confusion climbed into my forehead and bloomed like a headache.
“Calm down! I know you are confused. Relax...”
But I had become too agitated and I could not relax
“What about God? Any message from him yet, arch angel? We need his direction now more than...,” I felt my voice climax with tension.
He looked at me, his eyes told of a certain disappointment.
“Yagi, God does not exist,”