It is not a natural state for a demon to sleep, it is not a natural state to feel warmth other than their own infernal fire. However, at this moment one did. Roe responded to his human form, let it ache and be sore, worn and tired, as a human would without any demonic endurance. And so, he slept, and as he did his mind wandered. Tegan, sleeping within the protective embrace of his arms, could not have known that his dreams could take her to other times, but she was about to learn.<br/><br/>Roe had been an angel of sound and life, a worker with tone and timbre. He had helped create sound, making it move through the air, making it understandable to others. From the sounds of insects to the cries of eagles Roe had been involved. Tegan could feel his work, feel the sound as he was part of it, something simple and something unadulterated.  He remembered the sensations of creation, of meaning something. He was, happy. As Roe lay beside her there was a brief moment where the angelic peace of his former existence became present. Something she had given him allowed him to reach back to a place where the concept of time did not exist. There where glimpse of a young world, and tones and sounds that she would only ever hear in her dreams, as they no longer existed.<br/><br/>The scene changed, something has caused a a rift, a difference. No longer was he a servant of creation, instead now his sounds were of pain, torment, suffering. His he no longer walked in the sunlight of the world he created, instead he stalked under hazy skies, a faint burn of ashes surrounded him. Below him the cracked Earth tried to refuse him. Even as he caused this she could feel his pain, that the suffering was against everything thing he had come to believe, he was a creator, a dreamer. But he was also a servant, and in that he performed his duty. The taste of blood filled his mouth, and his sorrow grew. His arms tightened around Tegan, in a manner half protective, half afraid of what he remembered. At the edge of the dreams dark things hovered, dark things he would not look at, that he he did not want to see.<br/><br/>Another change, an escape. For a few fleeting moments he was no longer the servant of destruction. From a charnel house stink of the world he rose, and for a moment he saw the sun. A creation of all the angels, of all the children of the world. His pulse increased and his breathing changed as he lay beside Tegan, for a moment a moment he was free and his joy and elation could be felt. The human heart in the form he now wore beat heavily.<br/><br/>And then the dreams ended, gone, locked away as a loss settled over him. He buried his face in Tegan's hair as if, even asleep, he was trying to hide his shame.