<div align="center">(http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t91/Seelendrachen/Elli/crimson_spell_ch4_014-1.jpg)</div><br/>The sudden narrowing of gaze upon Rustys reaction. How... what... how the hell did he see the Devil? Molten, catlike eyes would become thin lines, there was a burning gleam within even as arms would unfold once more, head would turn slightly away from the skittering human, eying him out of corners, brow twisting and a quiet curse escaping his lips. “You can see me? You can hear me? Ho...”yet, words were cut short just there and then, as he’d feel the angel grip his wings, have his eyes flash in wide surprise upon the fact that the divine servant of the heavens actually ‘dared’ to touch him?<br/><br/>As quick as he was, he was taken off guard and a second later breath was forced out of his lungs as Azrael pushed him back against the wall, the impact alone hard enough to shake his very body. There was a blink of eyes, several times, attempt to get the shock out of his system, even as fingers pressed into his tanned skin, preventing him from taking another breath, more out of confusion than because of the strong grip.<br/><br/>“What in the Lightbringers name do you think you are doing here, Azrael?”he’d press out, barely audible, teeth clenched, a near feral look upon his features, only underlined by the anger that welled up within him about being treat in such a way. “You are breaking rules. One after the other. One after the other, Azrael.”left hand rising, wrapping fingers around the Angels wrist, staring quietly into his eyes before a glance would flicker back towards Rusty, regarding him silently, then shooting gaze back towards the Angels, growling out “He sees us, doesn’t he? How. How does he do that? Did you tell him the way, Azrael? Did you let him know?”lean frame would push away from the wall, only to be pushed back against it, the temperature of his form would rise, increase until his skin was hot to the touch, its color taking a slightly darker shade even, those tribal stripes where skin was visible would intensify, canines becoming slightly more pronounced before he’d catch hold of himself again, would ease up and let himself held there.<br/><br/>The demons mind was beginning to work frantically, dart back and forth between the revelation and the Angels behaviour, as could be seen through the way he would focus on each of the two in front of him, turning gaze from one to the other, all the while, near subconsciously, caressing his thumb over the Angels wrist.<br/><br/>“...No, you didn’t tell him, did you...?”said, and his words would already become like the brush of an ancient whisper to sensitive ears halfways through, while the same happened with his body. A direct confrontation with an Angel? That would be insanity. Despite their abilities the Fallen had to make use of other ways than physical strength to achieve their goals for the divine messengers still had all of their might, while those who stumbled had to make due with what little power they retained, and, once more, he would seem to turn into a blurred shape, that simply stepped through Azrael, manifesting behind him again, letting the Angels grip, literally, slip through the demons throat. Oh, this was no ability he could use very often, and definitely not twice with one such as the Angel he faced here, but it was enough to give him a breather, to let him think and escape tight hold.<br/><br/>Soft stroke over his neck, as if he was to wipe away the memory of Azraels rather unexpected physical confrontation, he quickly moved further towards the human, only to have Divine One pass him by and step in between the devil and his... prey?<br/><br/>Stopping, he’d find himself once more annoyed by the... possessiveness that was displayed by Azrael, would even take note of it, which only allowed two conclusions.<br/>1.   This human boy was important to the ‘other side’, which made him just now the number 1 on the demons “to do” list, or...<br/>2.   the Angel had some personal interested in rusty, which, by all rights, was impossible, To feel in such a way would do more than simply break the rules. This was beyond simply influencing mortals, it was actually interacting with them, becoming a part of their lives, their... no...<br/><br/>He laughed. No way. Not Azrael. Stopping, he’d slowly move backwards until he could feel the walls against his shoulders once more, cocking head to one side and exchanging glances with both of those in front of him. This was driving him insane. Something was wrong, and he felt it, yet, he did not find himself capable of actually seeing what was going on in front of him. One thing was... well... ‘unthinkable’ and the other meant nothing less than Armageddon. As much as he didn’t care for Heaven, he was not yet ready to go and fight a war, again. Suspicion within his voice, barely audible, as he’d murmur quietly “What is going on here?”<br/>