The pair were cooperating much better than they started. Walking was getting less difficult with the beast, but Aoba was still struggling with the plow. There were a few times he managed to get the plow to work, but it wasn't enough to be considered okay. At least not to Aoba. Seeing Kuro and Dalia work diligently, he took note of how he worked the plow so easily. "Hmm..." The fallen angel mimicked the taller male and began to plow a lot better than before. "Hey look, I got it." He grinned, speaking to no one in particular. His voice probably wasn't loud enough to even get across the field.
Dani flew around, watching and keeping an eye on how his hellbeast was being treated. Too much of that pure angelic aura might tamper with Dicxson and all of his years of training. It wasn't necessarily proven, but it gave him the excuse to get a little closer to check things out. Seeing everything as 'okay' wasn't acceptable. The older demon was sensible to move back some as Kuro got closer. He didn't want to believe a weak angel could control his hellbeast.
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'T- Those monsters!?' A growing anger and the need to help the small angel built rapidly. The sudden pang in his chest made him clutch over his heart. His eyes gazed over to a simple black picture frame that sat on the corner of his desk. In the picture was he and his brother, who was only a few years older than him. They had similar features, the one standout the two had was that his brother's hair was longer and lighter than his. Fenrir kept his hair at medium length, for his own purpose of keeping it out of the way while he worked. Bad memories waved over him too fast and all at once. Images and flashes of seeing his brother in his infirmary, bloodied and broken made him bring his hand to his face.
He nearly dropped the mirror in the process, but caught it before it could slip off his lap. His brother had taken the path as a warrior angel, an archangel. And he was good at what he did, just as Fenrir was good at what he did. But one day, that took a turn for the worse. He remembered being too frozen to move after seeing them carrying his brother off to an emergency ward. What he did manage to catch while his brain was racing away from him was that while he was on patrol, he saved his comrades from a hell beast attack. Seeing Aoba not only being so close to the creatures, but using them as if they weren't horrible monsters made Fenrir sit up.
'This isn't safe. Not all.' It didn't matter what those demons had done before. They were demons, and by the looks of it, Aoba was getting more and more tainted every day. This wasn't supposed to happen to him. He was only supposed to be learning a lesson, not becoming tainted by demons. Wouldn't that have been the last thing an angel wanted? They were supposed to be purifying and helping others stay away from the sinful demons- not throw them to them! It was official. Fenrir had to get the sound to hear what was going on. Little did he know, the poor young angel could have already been corrupted. The medi angel was in a minor frenzy at the moment, and set the mirror face down, trying to relax. He was set and avid on getting the sound for the mirror. He wasn't reassured that Aoba was okay. The child didn't know any better, he just needed the help. . .'He didn't know any better. . . All he wanted to do was prove that he could be a medic too. . .'
"I'm so foolish." Fenrir's head was in his hands and he sighed, trying to calm down. He couldn't go down there and save Aoba. That would be forbidden. . . But maybe he could encourage someone else to? Once, he remembered seeing a priest visiting Aoba. It was a slim chance. . . A very slim chance. But maybe that priest could be his key to keeping Aoba pure.
