Oh, why did he have to be right. . . Why did his assumptions have to be right at a time like this?! "F-Father Gerard that's not a good-!" The howl nearly made Aoba jump out of his skin. "Dani, please! Just relax!" But that wasn't happening any time soon. In fact, it looked like things were only getting worse. Seeing such a transformation made his eyes go wide in absolute terror. 'It's- It's still Dani. . . He's not going to hurt me. And hopefully this transformation won't try killing the priest either. '
Aoba had been a little too hopeful. Dani began to stalk forward, making the fallen angel's heart race. At the last second, something like- Aoba's mind wandered over what it was called- a deus ex machina for the priest occurred. In the matter of seconds, Dani was on the ground crying for mercy. "Dani?! What's wrong-" His eye caught something moving and he turned to see none other than Kuro making his way to them. But, why was he all bloodied!? Aoba took a moment to breathe. He was going to have some sort of panic attack or something worse happen if he kept it up. Then again, he was almost positive that the panic attack was already happening or already happened.
He relaxed long enough to hear what Kuro had to say. Father Gerard was still in a state of shock from the sudden near death experience not going as planned. Aoba's eyes went to the ground when Kuro spoke of his freedom and choices, knowing that the priest would probably say something about that. He gave Kuro a worried look before turning back to Father Gerard as the two demons walked away. It seemed he had taken the time to compose himself, but it was obvious he was a little more than upset. "Is that what you want to stick around to? That's safe? Aoba you can't possibly be serious about wanting to stay here. You have a chance to go back home. You have a chance to have a life again. But the longer you stay here, the harder it will be to help. One of those demons doesn't even treat you like a person, but a mere object- probably to be played with. The other, good intention or not, is the son of Satan himself. How long do you think it'll be before you end up meeting him too? Do you really think you'll survive something like that? Aoba, come to your senses."
Despite the calm tone he had, Aoba flinched under the hidden anger in them. The fallen angel had no idea of what to say. He was stuck. Everything that had ever been said to him about it was running through his head all at once. 'Even if I go, those angels will treat me worse than they have. . . But I don't belong here either. My life is in danger even more with them. . . But they promised to protect me.' The idea of meeting their father made him grow cold. He couldn't handle the pressure of such a huge decision. Aoba didn't know what to do, and it seemed that he was always reminded of where he was not supposed to be. These guys just wanted what was best for him, but he had no clue what that was. Despite not seeing them as much, he could only imagine his parents disapproval- did they even know about him being kicked out? All the thoughts pulling him left and right were going to kill him one day.
"Aoba-"
"I-I don't know, okay! I. . .just don't know right now. . ." The fallen angel broke out into tears and he stepped back as the priest moved forward. "Please, just-" He paused and his wings snapped open. Aoba turned and quickly flew off to the barn. He didn't know what else to do. He pulled the door closed, not bothering to lock it. The back door was still opened as well, considering the animals were still out grazing. Aoba huddled into a shaded corner and let his wings cover him. His tears were still there, but he cried silently. It felt like the first day all over again. He was alone and confused. How did he end up having the world against him? He hugged on to his legs tighter and tried to stop his crying.
The priest stood outside for a moment now alone. Eventually, he sighed and walked back to his truck. "Lord forgive me, I'm trying my best to save one of your own." He couldn't stay all day and he decided it wouldn't help Aoba if he kept prodding at him. But that didn't mean he wouldn't return. He just had to think of a way to encourage him.