Kaphiel grinned, moving forward. Demon taint; It pervaded this place with a stench that wrinkled his nose. But still he had to take it slow... The Lord wouldn't be in the most obvious route... Maybe he left clues in the bookcase. Striding over, his heavenly armor clinking, he began taking out books and flipping through them, the uninteresting ones he threw over his shoulder for the maids to catch. If there was nothing in the bookcase, he'd go to the less obvious door, and investigate.