Caezel had finally managed to disengage himself from the situation entirely, and felt reasonably sure he was out of prying eyes even as he watched the would-be confrontation.

Except there was no confrontation.

He was far away from them, yet he could make out the words distinctly. They shocked him. A demon general, passing up the greatest opportunity on the spot. Although that wasn't what surprised him - in fact, taking that opportunity could have the effect of cutting the war short - but it was that they were so [i]nice[/i] to each other. Demons with angels. Caezel felt sick. He was an early advocate before... things happened of eliminating the Light. Demons used to have the guts to do what needed to be done, and he had sufficient material to create potions on the rare side and conduct his experiments. Not anymore. An angel crossed the border freely and would get away without more than a slap on the wrist. And [i]he[/i] would have nothing. A damn fairy, a human, and an angel would all walk away after trespassing on territory they didn't even have close to a right to, all because demons were getting soft and lazy and incapable of doing what was necessary. And without any fresh angelic material, his latest experiment would fail. A very costly failure, given his age.

He would have stormed out and dealt with them himself had he been younger. But the kicker was there was nothing he could do against those numbers, not to mention a demon who he doubted would take the correct side of any such conflict.

Growling, he turned and walked back in the direction of his home, taking the long way. There was nothing he could do. He would go home without anything to show for it. And he didn't spot a single mushroom that he had come out for in the first place.

He could only hope that town would keep some semblence of sanity.

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He'll be extremely pissed once he figures out there's an angel casually reading to children in the middle of town...
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