After having his memories taken, Zee had been given a wild demon to kill. He was well versed in many fighting styles. Now that he had to fight, he also had a diamond and gold knife strapped to his torso. He was living in a hotel, as innocent as ever.<br/><br/>he would have dreams though. Of a gorgeous dark haired boy with a devious smirk. Usually the dreams were fleeting. But the angel loved the short and sweet images. He was different now, hair messier, sun bleached, eyes a bit greener. He had different clothes as well. More racy, ripped jeans, low collared shirts, tighter styles. He wore a black fur lined jacket daily as well.<br/><br/>but he still wore that rosario around his throat.<br/><br/>the angel stretched as he leaned forward, starting across the street. He had just finished another minor devil off, his eyes tired, dark circles shading underneath them. His stomach rumbled as he stepped onto the curb. He hummed and bounced towards the nearest restaraunt. New York was a maze, but the angel had mastered it in days.