Juniper found her face soften the more this demon struggled to gaze at her. A smile spread across her face and she giggled. Folding her wings tightly as she stood. "Were you even alive during the war?" She closed her eyes and struggled until the wings seemed to fade and that over whelming purity mellowed a little. "Or am I older than you?" She chuckled again at the thought of being older. She certainly didnt act it did she. Moving to the bracelet and then moving towards the uncomfortable demon. "Fix this with me? Please? It'll help with how you feel. I can hide the angel again. Might make us safe until he gets back?" She has a shy look as she smiled at him. She really didn't like the way he looked at her. It took a few days but Oppie managed to hunt them down. It was her hotel. And let's just say the demons made a mess and it took a lot of talking to calm her and her mate down. Somehow though Juniper managed to get them to allow her to stay. However Oppie stopped by often and not in the best of mood with the other Demon.<br/>Days continued to pass and Jupiter was restless. Though her angelic energy was under wraps and no l ok anger suffocated the demon in her presence.<br/><br/>It was a dull week that they waited and when the half dead demon came stumbling through the door she just stared at him. Her eyes were wide as she stared at him. Orias didnt even think as he went to the man's side. Her blue eyes staring after the two before she slipped from the couch and crossed the room. Shutting the door and locking it once more. She paused at the door as her eyes drifted to the blood drops that splattered against the ground. One drop after the other. Her eyes followed to the broken man who was half collapsed in his masters arms. Teacher? She couldn't remember. Orias had a hard time not mumbling his answers when she spoke with him. Though now he could at least sit, even make some sort of eye contact. She watched Zuureth collapse and her heart sank. She wandered forward looking to Orias. "Get him to the bed and then..." she paused and looked over the passed out demon. "I'll heal him." She muttered as she looked him over. Following slowly into the bedroom. As he laid on the bed Juniper moved forward and touched each wound. Sitting next to the man she closed her eyes as she laid her hands on him.<br/><br/>What happened next was a blissful feeling for anyone close. It wasn't like her angelic energy that was overwhelming. This energy kissed you like a good high. Gently lifting you upon a cloud, making all aches stop. It was obvious that Junipers energies were higher than most Angel's. She had an overwhelming amount that it seemed even she could hardly control. Juniper found a knife and cut a wrist. Dripping the blood onto each wound  before pressing her palms to his chest. "You can stay and be healed or you can leave Orias." When she looked to him her eyes had begun to be enveloped by that shimmering gold that had brought such a terrifying power before. She looked back to Zuureth and breathed out slowly. "Don't worry, dark soul. I shall save you." In her mind a hum of something that should be there. 'As many times as you need.' It hummed softly. A forbidden idea that should never be uttered. It wasn't just Zuureth who felt drawn. Juniper felt the same to him. She felt herself stitching the wounds together, her blood working itself in a way that normal angel couldn't. That should be the point that any demon would realize her worth. Stories of angelic healers were prevalent on both sides. Rare gems that should never be let go. They were known to be sought after, by the dark lord himself. Though Orias would know. She isn't an ordinary healer. There were no stories, none except on . One that was whispered amongst circles. War circles that the had to have been an angel who could see time. She was the reason so many demons lost their lives and there were rumours of a lucrative price upon her head.<br/><br/>Soon Juniper became breathless. Zuureth's wounds seeming to transfer to her own skin, being absorbed by the blonde thing before she collapsed by his side. Her breathing strained, yet her eyes never closed. She didnt black out this time. However her exhaustion was obvious. Chest rising and falling in desperate attempts to calm the raging pain she felt. "Ow..." she whimpered out as she rolled to her back and looked over to the demon. "He should be alright, now." Her voice tight as she lay there, staring at him before her blue eyes drifted to the ceiling. "Tell me Orias. Those names. Why would he send Zuureth? What has he done to deserve such a difficult job?" Her voice was not nearly gone like she was struggling to keep her air.