The Betrayer's onyx eyes grip the Pit Fiend's horrendous aspect. The Angel looks upon its face, staring upward in order to meet its gaze. Tzadkiel does not smile or return the Pit Fiend's challenge, although the way his black eyes writhe and swim with rage clearly convey the manner with which the Angel humors the notion of cutting the Fiend open, from chin to groin.<br/><br/>Then, abruptly, the Angel steps past the fiend into the room beyond. Tzadkiel's onyx eyes scan the assembled Devil's in the room beyond, he spreads and stretches his huge black-feathered wings. The Angel is . . . at odds with a great many of them. His skin is silver like liquid moonlight, although his left shoulder and the left side of his face are scarred, though not severely, with wounds inflicted by another Solar.<br/><br/>The Angel watches for a time before approaching the Duchess and halting a few feet from where she stands. Once again, the Angel stands like a statue observing the Devils until Mistress Fierna addresses him.