Relief, as it turned out, was only temporary.  Just when Orias thought his friend and pupil had returned to the land of the living, he soon learned that it was not meant to be for the moment.  Zuureth managed a few words to Juniper, prior to slipping back into unconsciousness.  The angel didn’t even have time to answer his question, for almost as soon as it was asked, the demon’s eyes closed again.<br/><br/>Orias watched as she sat up and then gazed upon the once again slumbering demon.  “He shouldn’t go alone next time,” Juniper warned.  The mentoring demon offered no response, knowing there was absolutely nothing constructive he could say to her.  And arguing with the angel was definitely not an option.  Having witnessed firsthand Zuureth’s resurrection, if anything, Orias felt indebted to her instead of against her.<br/><br/>Prior to her eventual move to the couch, Juniper made a simple request to him.  She wanted a list of the tattoos that littered Zuureth’s body.  At any other time but now, Orias would unhesitatingly tell the angel to piss off with her request.  And that was if he was feeling at all kind at the moment.  But now?  He merely nodded in understanding and agreement, as he watched her retreat to the living room and the couch.<br/><br/>Looking upon his Dark Lord’s chosen assassin, a most efficient idea soon popped into his head.  After rising from his seated position, Orias began to remove what scant clothing Zuureth was wearing.  Which ended up taking him far longer than he could’ve predicted.  The passed out demon was dead weight, offering no assistance whatsoever during the process.<br/><br/>Now in nothing other than his birthday suit, Zuureth lay there like a corpse, while Orias activated the camera within his iPhone.  It would be far easier, he surmised, to take pictures of the tattoos than try and figure out their translations.  Juniper might possess the gift of deciphering them, but he was well aware that he could not.  Snap after snap, he came to realize how their Dark Prince had strategically placed the symbolic names.  The only body parts left unmarked were his head, hands, feet, and cock.  Lucky him on that last one, he thought.  Not that he wanted to linger any longer than was necessary, but he took note of how even Zuureth’s ass was tattooed.<br/><br/>After much body and limb manipulation, he was finally satisfied with his captured results.  Approaching the couch, he could tell Juniper had not yet dozed off, judging by her open eyes, anyway.  He handed her the phone and showed her how to swipe to see them all.  Luckily, he was able to capture numerous markings within one shot, so there wasn’t as much swiping for her to do.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt; &lt; &lt; &lt; &lt; &lt;​</div><br/>A few days had passed, and with one melting into the next, Zuureth’s condition steadily improved, though he still seemed to sleep a lot.  Eventually, when he was more conscious than not, he and Orias wondered between themselves where a fallen angel had learned how to cook meals.  Neither complained nor balked in any way at what she fed them.  In fact, not once did either of them inquire as to what was on their plates or in their bowls, while always making it a point to compliment the chef.  The demons could be consuming spaghetti and bull’s balls for all they knew, yet their dishware was always cleaned of any evidence of food.<br/><br/>Secretly, Zuureth thought that his mentor was going soft on him, observing the manner in which he interacted with Juniper.  To him, it went beyond mere tolerance, even approaching acceptance.  He rightfully reckoned how Orias witnessing her awesome power for himself had a lot to do with this.  Which was a somewhat fancier way of saying the method in which she saved his ass had impressed his instructor to no end.<br/><br/>Ever since Juniper had bestowed the valuable notebook to them, Zuureth had a sense that there was something on the angel’s mind.  No words were spoken between them yet, but the occasional stolen glance his way convinced him that she wished to say or ask something, but only to him.  Orias had repeatedly reminded him of how diligently she worked in compiling that vital information within the notebook’s pages.  Yep, going soft on him, Zuureth amusingly thought.<br/><br/>Soon, however, he knew he would have to have some alone time with Juniper, to find out what might be bothering her.  Because something most assuredly was on her mind, judging by how she always held her tongue if Orias was anywhere nearby.