Taking back his seat, Azriel listened carefully to what the demon had to say about this. He felt foolish to have thought of this as a friendship, foolish to have thought that Oraxael wasn’t planning anything and foolish that he fell right into the palm of his hands.<br/><br/>How could he ever explain to God that he wasn’t trying to betray him and was caught completely off guard. Would he still be loved even for being tainted by a demon’s…a<em>male</em>demon’s kiss? It was hard for him to think about. He no longer held that angelic pure nature and if God could look past it, could other angels?<br/><br/>He listened to him explain and frowned, trying to find something in Oraxael’s eyes that would tell him it was all a lie too, but nothing…just tears. Azriel’s heartstrings pulled to hear the horror of what he must have went through. It was odd that a demon would refuse and probably enjoy butting heads with an angel while trying to seduce their human. Their friendship had been going on for a long time and he actually believed that Oraxael would refuse.<br/><br/>After he finished, Azriel nodded and then stood to his feet again. He held up his hand and a golden light suddenly appeared, forming into an angelic sword. No humans would even be able to see it, only those immortal could see the blade. “I see. There is only one way to gain forgiveness.” Killing Oraxael would be too painful and he wasn’t the one that went through with this in the first place. It was Asmodeus. “Where is he, Oraxael? This has to be the only way to return into God’s arms. I will kill Asmodeus.”