"I know," Oraxael whispered softly, and now the tears flowed freely from his eyes.  It had been so long since his heart had truly felt anything, that the sudden, aching pain within it threatened to overwhelm him.  Was this the fault of the kiss? Had the angel's goodness somehow purified a part of him, just as his lips had tainted the angel?<br/><br/>"My orders...my objective..." Oraxael swallowed, then looked the angel in the eyes, "They said I had grown too complacent, tempting and tainting mortals.  Asmodeus said it was time to try my hand at...other targets."<br/><br/>A sad smile crossed his lips.<br/><br/>"I suppose I am as much a slave as you ever were, old friend."