He walked after him “you know demons can read thoughts that are
specifically about them, right?” He asked, looking at him “just
kidding, but did I get you?” He asked, tryin ph to lighten the mood
with a joke, as he flapped his wings again, not wanting them
creased
His wings seemed to fold once more, wheezing a little as he folded
the one she had stabbed, but it was going to be fine, he didnt care
about a small ammout of pain. He looked back at Blitzkrieg "So.. I
assume were friends now.?" he never had any before, not in hell so
that could be a nice thing for once, even though he´d have to get
back to heaven sooner or later
“Oh, I’d love to be friends!” He said “I’ve been alone in this pit
for 500 years! Finally, a person who isn’t a skeleton!” He said,
flicking pink embers at him
A wild blush spread over his face as he began to sputter out
excuses, feathers fluffing up before he registered that it was a
joke. Face red with embarrassed, he turned his head up with a small
hmph. "O-of course I knew that was false." He defended
himself, trying to hold on to his pride and dignity
"Alright then thats quite nice." he nodded ever so slightly, his
whole demeanor seemed to relax, visually and emotionally finally
reaching his limit for the day. In the end,... Nothing really could
change his mind now. He was willing to make friends, he wanted to
not be lonely, yet longing after friends in hell.. He didnt think
he´d ever find any. Did he feel grateful..? defenetly. Did he want
to accept everything like this..? not until he had revenge on lady
Salvation
“Oh, that’s silly” he said, smiling “why’d you turn all red?
What’re you worried you thought I saw hmm?” He asked, making a U
shaped smile at him, his large glossy wings folded nearly on his
back like an art exhibit
“You aren’t going to get revenge on her very soon. I also hope you
don’t mind I keep reading your thoughts, it’s just kind of hard not
too. I can’t turn the power off”
Salem let out a small hum nodding "I understand that quite well.
Reading thoughts is delightful." he nodded, one of his hands
gliding over his leathery wings. its been quite long since they
were last like this , usually his faked feathers were on them,
disguising them to not seem suspicious. "Sometimes invading privacy
is fun." he shrugged shortly "Sometimes its not."
“Ah, you’re the wild type” he said “would you like to touch
hardened magma? Oh, I realize how bad that just sounded... I mean,
would you like to feel my wings? They’re made of cooled magma”
"N-no, it's just..." His eyes tracked the smooth glide of Hawk's
wings for a moment, marvelling at how beautiful they actually were
before clearing this throat again in embarrassment. "It's simply
unbecoming of an angel, especially one of my station, to entertain
speculations of the nature's of demons. After all, what we are told
is the undeniable truth."
"A little touch wont be harmful would it.?" Cringing shortly at the
words he used, he already formed a sly apology in his head, he
wasnt going to just embarres himself like that. "Sorry my wording
was off as well.. Would you like to touch my own in return.?" he
asked
“You certainly are looking at my wings a lot” he said “the words
are PMA, happiness, d***, b****, c***, and awesome bro” he said,
tracing a finger over the mandarin “I keep my wings in pristine
condition becsuse they’re one of a kind”
“My hands are made of lava. You would lose your wings instantly” he
said
It was almost hilarious his Raphael's face went to awe and wonder
to repulsion in a split second. "Please never say those crude words
in this holy place ever again. Or I just might assign you even more
paperwork." He requested, though his eyes did linger on them a
moment longer. It was undeniable that they certainly were one of a
kind, unique and new even to someone like him who spent hours
documenting the sorrento characteristics of specific demons within
the information bureau
"that doesnt sound pleasant-" Salem admitted, he´d rather keep his
wings than loose them to fire. That would hurt a lot. And they
wouldnt regenerate unless he´d die completely. He didnt plan to do
that though, so he just nodded "Alright then.."
“Fine” he said, straining his face too change the mandarin on his
wings to only say polite words “there. Let’s go do word work” he
said, beating his wings “even though you just want to see the
wings”
He lowered a wing slowly”my wings are huge. I can’t use them
though. Becuase.., well, they’re rock. Cant exactly move rock” he
chuckled
Taking note of the fact that the words could apparently change, he
smiled thinly with a nod. "I certainly do not simply want to see
your wings." He argued, climbing up a flight of stairs before
pushing open the first door, his office in a familiar scene of
organized chaos. "Take a seat, Tea or Coffee?" He gestured towards
the one free seat that wasn't behind the even more cluttered desk
He moved his hand, touching the stone wings, to his amazement ,
they really seemed to be rather cool in comparison to the lava
around him. His eyes seemed to sparkle, although very shortly he
enjoyed it quite a lot . "This is interesting.. and amazing.. well
both" a short smile, this time not sly , crossed over his face
Humming in recognition, he began to boil water for tea, picking out
two packets of Jasmine Tea which he placed in two clean mugs. Once
that was done, he turned around to give the demon his tea, noticing
the change in wing pattern. While he couldn't read chinese, he
could recognize the small heart at the end and his cheeks flared up
again. Was the demon trying to flirt with him through his wings
now? With that incredulous thought floating around in his head,
Raphael quickly retrieved a stack of paperwork concerning the
status of civilian angels and if any were suspected of being demons
in disguise. Each page had 25 angels and there were 10 pages on
total, just a fraction of the database available to Raphael. "Just
give me the page with anyone who is a demon on it. You don't even
have to point out who." He instructed, voice perhaps a bit too
hurried and pitched a little too high
He expanded his wings so the entire message could be seen, even if
he didn’t understand Chinese “hmm. I’m not sure who else is here.
This guy is a demon” he said, laying a burning print on requiems
photo “and this guy” he ssid, pointing at his own photo “totals
handsome, csnt possibly be a demon” he said