As fucked up as it all was, Luke enjoyed it, enjoyed the feeling and thinking about how that blood was sinking deeper inside him making him more whole only for a moment. He tilted his head back letting the other get at his neck as he moaned but his eyes trailed to the window, it was tinted but he could see out and see the figure hovering just outside and he could sense the angel right there... so close. He cried out louder but he wouldn't have to wait long. Milo had gotten the news from his apprentice, the other was still a young angel and had just started his training. He had great potential and a pure heart and half of Milo wondered why he was entrusted to him.<br/><br/>His reputation in heaven had always been mixed, especially after the angelic wars when he had felt his spirit so drained and tried and found himself questioning in a way that wasn't welcome in the holy halls. This had earned him a stint down on earth where he spent most of his time teaching others to not make the same mistakes. There were many scars that the battles had felt on him but many hailed him as a hero, even if somehow along the way he wasn't able to move his face or properly express himself. The facial paralysis was still a mystery and really to his advantage since he used it like a shield and a poker face to the outside world. He had seen too much and grown weary and the angels above hopes that by returning to the cause of serving it would right his holy spirit. Well... he was still waiting to be accepted back into their arms but he didn't hold his breath either.<br/><br/>Right now he had more of a situation on his hands since it didn't take him long to appear, almost like a beam of light he ported down and took a look around. He could sense the other demons in the building but they were just... weak. He was by nature, battle born and ready, his armor already wrapping around his body. He knew it could be a trap but the angel blood called to him and was so fresh and familiar that he felt like he was back there on the fields again watching so many innocents being tainted. "Stay behind me. We have to rush this, I think most would get scared off. We need to make sure the angel inside is alright." Maybe it wasn't the safest way to go about it but Milo had a lot of experience and holy energy on his side.<br/><br/>His pure white wings unfolded and seemed to radiate a golden aura to match the whitish wisp of his hair as his blue eyes trained on the window as if zeroing in on the target. Milo's hand reached between his shoulder blades he pulled his sword, almost like he pulled out his spine as if drawing from the center of himself and charged forward shattering the glass as he plowed through and at that moment Luke screamed like he was being murdered. Well... to any angel would be, being defiled by a demon tears streamed down his face as he pleaded "Help me!" Over and over like his body was on fire. The scene before Milo was clear... a fallen on top of a demon's cock, coated in blood from the evidence of rape in progress and it boiled the angel's blood faster than anything could.<br/><br/>They had been taught to negotiate with demons, that they were not to fight unless provoked but he felt beyond fucking provoked even if his face remained still as a stone not able to express any of the disgust that radiated off him. He was done with this filth, done with watching another innocent getting defiled as Luke played on his emotions launching him into action as he plowed his holy sword forward without any hesitation to pierce the demon's heart and surly kill him.