Cyrus lounged quietly with his eyes closed. He easily kept his attention on things by listening and waiting. There was hostility in the air he could feel. Not only could be feel it but even the creatures skittered away sensing the threat and hiding. The flora closed their flowers and tucked into themselves in fear. It was probably a worthy opponent coming for his head. He doubted the agents of heaven would be dumb enough to send someone weak to handle him. They knew to well what a white or black demon could do. And if that white demon happened to be a king it was probably better to send an army. His guess was that they wanted to handle things quietly. He would wait for the angel to make her move before he made his.<br/><br/>The plant the was supporting him at the moment was barely containing her fear. The lawn chair of leaves would shake occasionally. He felt bad... Sort of that she had to endure this but Cyrus has his own games to play.