Juniper slept through the night but nightmares kept her occupied. The dark dream about him. That man at the bar. She didn't understand it. Her wings were white. That beautiful pure, glistening white like powdery, fresh fallen snow. They caught every ray of light. There before her stood the man, his face twisted in pain as his lips parted. “help me.” her cried. Reaching out and his feet never moving as if he was glued to the floor. Suddenly blood ran from his ears, mouth and eyes. “help me.” Came his plea and Juniper found herself hesitant and then she stepped forward. As she approached his eyes shifted into a demons, horns sprouted from his skull, his teeth took on a razor sharp look. Her eyes blinked as she finally made it to him. His clawed hand snatching her wrist as he growled for help. His body covering in ancient symbols. All bloody, raw, as if freshly tattooed. Her blue orbs took him in and yet no fear clouded them. She looked over the text and her mind seemed to automatically decipher them. She could read each one. She knew the meaning behind each word, no each name. Ancient demons who were banished to this human world. Dangerous demons that were juvery known to angels and demons. Demons who owed themselves to the Dark Lord and refused. She found her hand upon his head and his evil, pain grin slowly faded. “Worry not. I shall help you, demon. Even if it cost my soul.” the sweet soft voice that was her own answered his cries. Those pleas met with a gentle gaze and then, she woke.<br/><br/>Startled awake by the solid answer she had given him. She swept the covers away, her small body bounding from the bed as she found her way over to the desk. Pulling a quill and parchment, for she liked old fashioned things. She began to scribble down which symbols she had noticed upon his body, even half ones. One would think she'd be perceptive,but she had noticed far more than just that single one. Her hand moved fast and suddenly she stopped. Some were from her dream. If she was right it was a vision and she had seen more than he had actually shown,but if that was true, then maybe she could actually help. She rolled up the parchment and took off to the closet, grabbing a short spring dress and jacket she pulled her blonde locks up into a ponytail and then glance at were she had set the paper. Would he think her crazy? She wondered cautiously. Walking to the paper she took the piece of soft parchment up in her hand and folded it over, tucking in her pocket. With a deep breath she pushed all her worries aside. She needed to do this. Her dreams were always signs of one needing help. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. She could either answer the call or suffer the consequences for not following through. She walked to the door and walked out in the living room to find Ophelia lying asleep on her couch. The poor demoness was covered in violent marks from her problem the night before. She'd have to make her some tea when she got back.<br/><br/>Slipping out of the apartments she made her nerve racking trip from her home to the rented room of the demon she knew was inside Her instincts were never wrong. This is where he was. She lifted her hand to knock and as if the door as felt her energy it slowly creaked open a bit. Blinking in surprise Juniper moved forward, hand still on the door as she let it fall open. All was quiet and the young blonde angel was unsure about moving forward. “h-hello?” she spoke out timidly and took a step forward. Nothing answered her so she took another step. Knocking the door on her way in caused it to bounce. Hitting the wall the door came back and closed itself with and ominous click causing Juniper to jump just a bit as she felt herself becoming exceedingly nervous. Getting to the open living area in the nice expensive VIP room she debated on leaving the parchment on the counter. Pulling it from her pocket. Unfolding it she pressed the paper to the counter. Ready to turn and leave that was when she heard a creak in the floor and her bright blue eyes came up to meet familiar eyes greeting her own. She hesitated. Words lost in embarrassment as she recalled the night before. “Sorry to come barging in. The door opened and…” she stopped and fell silent for a few moments when she noticed another. His eyes brought a more chilling and nerve wracking feeling. She stepped back pressing into the counter. “i just wanted to apologize. And I thought the best way was to give you this.” her finger snapped up the piece she had just set on the counter and held it out. “Before abyssal… before celestial text. Before the Angel's fell and before the text became what they were. We had one language. One share among those we are now angels and demons. It never really had a name. It is what covers your body…  is it not?” she gave him an honest look but her eyes drifted to the other and her hesitation continued. “These names are of demon who have avoid… His Dark Lord for centuries. Demons who refuse to pay their due. Men who sold their souls and became… things. Those names… some of them are on your skin.” she paused known that this man would be skeptical of her assessment. This would be the first time she had seen his bare skin and even now her gaze avoided him. She pressed the parchment into his palm and quickly retreated. “Hopefully these translations will help.” she turned, knowing full well that other demon's eyes were locked on her. The paper held the actual ancient text, translation and the part of the body he'd find it upon. Detailed notes and very neat handwriting. She turned to make a hasty exit, hoping that would be the end of her discomfort. “I’ll take my leave now.” she moved to leave. Though fate seemed to have other ideas.