Oraxael had to think fast - this situation could be deadly, even to nearly immortal beings such as he and Azrael.  His mind raced, and a plan came together.  Sneering, he shifted to his Hellform, a far more brutal, evil looking form than the more human looking visage he typically wore.  The demon turned to look at him, ignoring Azrael's taunt.<br/><br/>"Release the angel back to my custody, fool," Oraxael snarled.  The demon let forth a deep, rolling laugh, and then grinned widely, wickedly.<br/><br/>"Have you gone mad, demonling?" it growled, "I am your superior...and besides, it seemed an awful lot like you were attempting to *protect* an angelic being..."<br/><br/>"I have not gone mad, but you may well have," Oraxael opened his bluff, "That angel is my charge, to be delivered to none less than Asmodeus himself...by me."<br/><br/>The demon sneered, then chuckled.<br/><br/>"Pathetic," it said, "Trying to keep this morsel for your own.  Scurry along, and be glad I do not smite you for your insolence."<br/><br/>Oraxael gritted his teeth, considering his next move, when it came to him.<br/><br/>"Fine," he spoke carefully, "Don't take my word for it - after all, we are demons, princes of lies...but there is one here who CANNOT lie."<br/><br/>Oraxael looked up at Azrael, and hoped the angel would understand his words.<br/><br/>"Tell us, angel," he spoke with a condescension that he did not feel, "And speak true - is it not my mission to deliver you, personally, to the High Demon Lord Asmodeus?"