<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Aciel</span></div><br/>Image removed at artist's request.<br/><br/>Loyalty, unlike betrayal and deception is a fictional concept. It's a cute one, but fictitious all the same. So when Plague had materialized out of darkness and knots formed in Aciel's stomach, he welcomed the estranged feeling. Better to trust a stranger than a friend. Aciel had never been much for darkness, the wickedness had always been left to Kasper. Aciel was a creature of light, an angel through and through. Darkness, admittedly unsettled him.<br/><br/>That was the reason for Plague. He could almost feel his ears perk, catching on that syrupy Southern accent. Nothing could suit Plague more, honestly. He listened as the other spoke, "Well if the cat gets in the way feel free to sink your fangs into its hide but the rat… I want the rat alive. That means in one piece, Plague."<br/><br/>Aciel's lips curled into a snarl as he reminded the fallen angel that they were still outnumbered, "Doesn't matter, I've got the support of my darling sister," his tone was more one of annoyance than assurance. "Well, their bitter appetites will have to wait 'til I've had my own fill. I've never been good at waiting…"<br/><br/>"Eril's a timid creature… And you even creep me out. I want you to make some use of Gizmo. That worthless creature reminds me too much of him anyway… Hell they might even get along. I'm hungry to sink my teeth into something and Eril might be the best I can get for now. Do this and I promise to get you a kitten," Aciel smirked, promising Plague the lower ranking member. Aciel didn't care much what happened to Gizmo, as far as he was concerned Plague could strip him to the bone in some violent display.