She lifted her blade and spun it, its heat pulsing and throbbing as it soaked up the last of the blood on it. Then her bright, pure blue eyes scanned her surroundings as she took notice of the Demons sitting calmly. Shaking her head slightly she looked up at Corv and stumbled back a bit. He, was a very well known Fallen, one she didnt want to mess with.<br/><br/>She listened intently as he talked to her and glanced down at his outstretched Scythe. Then glancing back up she met his gaze with her own and cocked her head to the side. "You...are a Fallen...why should I take what you say as truth? I am doing what I have been ordered to by the Archangels Michael and Gabriel" she stated these facts bluntly and curiously.<br/><br/>She had yet to come in contact with a Fallen, but now that she was in the presence of one, her curiosity had over ridden her instincts. Knowing why he'd fallen she wanted to know why he had chosen to. What about that Demon had enticed him so much that he could leave the Lord? As much as she liked and was amazed by the sensations she got on Earth she could not imagine leaving Him.<br/><br/>Her head still cocked to the side she lifted her blade to point the sharp, glowing tip at the Fallen Angel before her, "I shall not relinquish my holy weapon. It was forged in God's own light for me, to do what my mission entails. I have been sent as a warrior for the war between Heaven and Hell. It is entailed that I should make myself known to those of the Demons nearest me. Thy Fallen shalt not tell me what to do" her eyes glinted, her purpose flashing through like lightning. It was readily obvious that she had been created for this reason.<br/><br/>Her large pure white wings beat once as she began the painful process of pulling them to her back. She winced slightly and her body shuddered as the glorious wings were reined in. "Jason, or what is it you are called now? Corvenos? You were so high..." during the last sentence the beauty of her mystically musical voice died down. Trailing off as she still couldnt understand what it was that had allured him more than God's approval could lure an Angel. "dost God's approval not affect you the way it does me?" she questioned him lightly as she pulled her sword back and sheathed it for now.<br/><br/>"convince me you are speaking truth and I shall not touch another in this room with harmful intent" she stated it blankly, the truth of the words ringing through the rather dismal room. She nodded slightly and stepped forwards, hopping off of the door. Her wings rustled behind her and a single white feather fell. Its purity shining brightly as it lay on the dark floor.<br/><br/>She walked forward entrancingly gracefully until she was at the end of his scythe. She spoke slowly and calmly as she gazed up into the eyes of this Fallen. "Behead me if i tell not the truth" Though her truthfulness shown through her eyes she still said it, hoping he wouldnt touch her with the weapon that would burn her as it was not hers. It beat with his heart, therefore it would burn her if she dared to touch it, even with a finger tip. She knew that he knew the effect the blade would have on her, she was simply testing what he would do if she were in a position that he could use it against her.