He began to tell his story, and surprisingly enough it started quite far back. But that made sense considering the father of Kuro and Dani had to be. . .old, maybe even older than the Overseer. Even though Kuro's calm voice subdued Aoba's panicking, he still listened with a wide eyed expression of disbelief. He stared into Kuro's eyes, trying to find some hint of a lie, but he never found one. The fallen angel didn't know how to feel about the situation. To think he and every angel up there was being lied to. . . For something that was supposedly just? How come God didn't trust them? They were all loving and devoted to him. . . But in the midst of his panic, another thought crossed his mind. It made him sigh and look down at his bowl.
He stirred the soup before continuing to eat. He didn't want it to get cold. All of the distractions would have caused that in no time. Aoba took another sip and glanced at his graying wings. 'As shocking as the news is. . . There's no reason for me to panic. I'm not- I've been cast down here, so. . . I should just focus on my own problems.' Despite his efforts, he really couldn't get over something like that. It was just too great of a detail to just 'let go'. "Wow. . ." He breathed out and then continued eating. Despite his outward panicking ceasing, his mind whirled and raced, now wondering what else he didn't know. Was there something about angels that he didn't know? Anything more about the demons? Aoba shook his head, slowing his thoughts. "That's. . . Wow." There wasn't much he could think to say at that moment.
So, in an effort to find his speech, he raised the bowl a little. ". . .The food is good." This earned a snort from Dani as he played with his utensil, gnawing on it and watching the fallen angel freak out. It was funny to watch. He didn't see the harm in telling the fallen angel. After all, he was fallen- meaning little hope that he'd be going back up to his pristine little home, at least that's what Dani thought.
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Fenrir had similar thoughts to Aoba's going through his mind. He knew some of the older angels and wondered if they knew. He obviously wasn't there at the time of creation, but if he wasn't mistaken, some of them were. Counting suspecting angels, he realized the foolishness of that plan. If he went about asking for information, it would cause pandemonium and the need for answers. It would also raise suspicion towards him. Fenrir wasn't supposed to know this stuff. He wasn't even supposed to have the mirror he possessed. But. . . His parents didn't want the mirror. . . It was a somewhat depressing thought. And it also made him feel a little more guilty.
Fenrir got off his knees and sat in the bed. The mirror laid flat next to him. As he tried to gather his thoughts, the angel looked over at the mirror, now inspecting any changes in the fallen angel- besides his wings.
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"I don't understand. . ." Aoba offered to clean up after they had got done eating. He stole the now bent utensil from Dani while he wasn't paying attention. He held the bowls in hand and walked to the kitchen. "If- your dad, is an angel. Or was one. . . How'd he end up dubbed as evil?" Aoba didn't disagree with that though. In his eyes, the things demons did were still less than pure no matter what his status was as an angel. He didn't voice this opinion though. Aoba was sure that was well known.
He stirred the soup before continuing to eat. He didn't want it to get cold. All of the distractions would have caused that in no time. Aoba took another sip and glanced at his graying wings. 'As shocking as the news is. . . There's no reason for me to panic. I'm not- I've been cast down here, so. . . I should just focus on my own problems.' Despite his efforts, he really couldn't get over something like that. It was just too great of a detail to just 'let go'. "Wow. . ." He breathed out and then continued eating. Despite his outward panicking ceasing, his mind whirled and raced, now wondering what else he didn't know. Was there something about angels that he didn't know? Anything more about the demons? Aoba shook his head, slowing his thoughts. "That's. . . Wow." There wasn't much he could think to say at that moment.
So, in an effort to find his speech, he raised the bowl a little. ". . .The food is good." This earned a snort from Dani as he played with his utensil, gnawing on it and watching the fallen angel freak out. It was funny to watch. He didn't see the harm in telling the fallen angel. After all, he was fallen- meaning little hope that he'd be going back up to his pristine little home, at least that's what Dani thought.
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Fenrir had similar thoughts to Aoba's going through his mind. He knew some of the older angels and wondered if they knew. He obviously wasn't there at the time of creation, but if he wasn't mistaken, some of them were. Counting suspecting angels, he realized the foolishness of that plan. If he went about asking for information, it would cause pandemonium and the need for answers. It would also raise suspicion towards him. Fenrir wasn't supposed to know this stuff. He wasn't even supposed to have the mirror he possessed. But. . . His parents didn't want the mirror. . . It was a somewhat depressing thought. And it also made him feel a little more guilty.
Fenrir got off his knees and sat in the bed. The mirror laid flat next to him. As he tried to gather his thoughts, the angel looked over at the mirror, now inspecting any changes in the fallen angel- besides his wings.
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"I don't understand. . ." Aoba offered to clean up after they had got done eating. He stole the now bent utensil from Dani while he wasn't paying attention. He held the bowls in hand and walked to the kitchen. "If- your dad, is an angel. Or was one. . . How'd he end up dubbed as evil?" Aoba didn't disagree with that though. In his eyes, the things demons did were still less than pure no matter what his status was as an angel. He didn't voice this opinion though. Aoba was sure that was well known.