Salem moved his own wings, barely able to do more than him, it hurt
to move. "Having my soul shattered really didnt do anything good
for my health." he sighed ever so slightly, usually he wouldnt show
such weakness, yet that was the first time his soul was really
messed with. It was new to him and he seemed to trust Blitzkrieg at
least enough to know that he wouldnt just kill him. He folded his
own again, small feathers in light grey appeared on them again. "my
work.. I dont know if I should continue up there"
Huh... He didn't actually expect to have someone pointed out.
Leaning over Hawk's shoulder he made a show of thinking to himself
and decided to try and push back against the teasing. "I don't
know... The first one you pointed out is more handsome that that
one. If anything I'm more inclined to believe that he's not a
demon." He shot back, nodding in faux understanding. But in doing
so, he accidentally brushed against the wings again and Raphael was
struck with the unwanted thought that the demon's wings were soft.
Like, really soft, the kind of soft that you would gladly fall
asleep with
“Nyehh!” He said “Fine, I guess he can be more handsome” he said,
fluffing out his wings again to keep them pristine “now... hmm...
yeah I don’t know any other spies” he said, frowning
"Theyre alright enough to travel to heaven with... theyre not
exactly useless. " not yet thats it.. easier said than done.
Travelling in pain would be fun. He narrowed his eyes a little ,
the feathers now hid the leathery wings underneath, looking like
angel ones. Only the horns and tail to remained to show that he was
a demon
“Hmm. I could heal your soul in an instant if you didn’t worry
about mana troubles” he said, looking at him with all four eyes
“but you don’t want me to waste magic”
Nodding at that confirmation, he took the marked page and carefully
examined Requiem. Memorizing the face so at least he knew who to
look for, he placed the papers in a corner of the chaotic room
before dusting his hands off. "Thank you, that's all I have for you
to work on." He admitted, genuine appreciation bleeding into his
voice. At least with this, they had a small lead to uncovering more
spies. He also didn't want to give the demon too much knowlage
about Heaven's information store, but that was more of a
precautionary step more than anything.
He sighed “to be honest, someone locked my internal portal” he
said, turning to look at him “I can’t teleport to hell anymore. I’m
stuck here” he said “I think salvation stopped me from coming back”
he sighed, fluttering his wings “so do you not speak Chinese?”
"No need to worry about my state of being. Can such banishment like
you have be reversed..?" he wondered, he would offer him to look
through his eyes,, well one of them , to see heaven and what he
dose
Salvation? Stuck here?! Wait Hawk didn't mean that he was stuck
here because he saw Raphael as his salvation, right?! Right?!?!
Trying to calm himself down from his gay panic of 'what do I do
when a demon might have a crush on me', Raphael cleared his throat
and shook his head. "Ah, unfortunately not. I only know English,
Spanish, and French. Oriental languages have unfortunately escaped
my understanding." He replied, pleasantly surprised at how steady
his voice was despite his inner panic
"Allow me to show you heaven then." He could still make portals, he
didnt think he would have been banished. If he were he´d make his
was straight to Lucifer. He wouldnt go down without the dear Lady
recieving the same punishment, if not worse. He knew a spell, he
could loose sight in one eye to allow anyone else to see through
them, once the spell ended, his sight would return just like it did
before. that was how he spied on important things. someone in hell
usually documented the things they saw. Very useful such abilities
So he was banished, huh. That would explain why he suddenly came
back, and he felt his heart ache slightly as he reached for the
phone. That couldn't have been easy assumed, locked out of your own
home. "Um... If you don't have anywhere to stay... My place is
pretty much empty anyways so..." He trailed off, before shaking his
head. "No, I apologize please forget that. You must already have a
place of residence here so it would be foolish of me to assume
things." He quickly backtracked, focusing on inputting the
characters into the translator
"I can cast a spell you know. It doesnt take much mana and its like
connecting minds. You can communicate with me through my thoughts.
and see through one of my eyes. It doesnt take much mana.. well it
mostly doesnt " he shrugged just a little "Thats only if you want
to" He shrugged again, he didnt know what he should do otherwise
Mumbling some quiet words, one of his eyes seemed to dull, the
color and shine leaving it, slowly but surely Blitzkrieg could see
out of salems perspective (oof short post sorry)
His cheeks flared red at that acceptence but nodded mutely,
inputting the last character in. Reading out what the translator
said, he nearly dropped the phone, already red cheeks burning
hotter. "W-what, you, I" sputtering out incomprehensible fragments,
he ended up burying his hands in his face in embarrassment.
Raphael.exe has malfunctioned and he wasn't sure how he was ever
going to recover from this