Raphael nodded. He knew where she was coming from, feeling all the pain and resentment towards her family, her own kind. He had had a similar experience with his own family too. They were Templars, Holy Warriors that had pledged themselves to spread healing, and light to drive away the dark forces of the world. As much as Raphael had admired them and followed their tenets and ways, he grew weary of them....
He wanted to make the darkness his own. Not to harm others, but to "fight fire with fire". He had begged God Himself for control over dark powers, so much until He finally answered. He would grant Raphael his wishes, but warned him about the consequences. His family would cast him out, hate him, and even hunt him. He would be more prone to falling into wickedness, and the other dark entities of the supernatural world would eventually wish to test themselves against him. All of it had come to pass, but Raphael beared it through. He had made his choice, but its pros somehow managed to shine better than the cons. It still hurt though, but... he'd grown used to itm
"I won't," he told her, looking into her eyes with promise.
