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7. physical affection ☆

"I thought she was supposed to be a... she." Theo said unsure looking at the spirit in front of him.

"So did I." the demon looked unconvinced and confused.

"If you're looking for Marin, she's not here. I'm her brother, Allan Deaton." the spirit looked at them with a little smile. "What can I do to help you with?"

Liam watched the man in front of him. "I have to send him," he motioned to Theo. "Back to Heaven. So, do you know how to send him back?" he asked as the spirit turned towards him with a reassuring grin.

"Of course I do." he laughed. "It's going to be very difficult and possibly a long process, but it's not impossible." he inquired.

Theo started looking around in awe in the room they were currently in. There were weapons too and so many magic things so he started wandering around.

"You should know." the spirit told Liam. "Being one of the most powerful beings here, you should've learned this centuries ago."

Liam huffed, shoulders sinking. "It's not everyday an angel accidentally falls in here. That's only happened once before, so I suppose I skipped that much," the words were muttered as he averted his gaze towards the old soul. Obviously referring to Satan, the one angel that was cast down.

Deaton shook his head, his chest rising as he sighed heavily, preparing to spew as much information as he could. The process of sending an angel back to Heaven was, like said before, was never really necessarily done before, and even then, they were considered lucky to know how.

Theo idled around in the background, not making much noise as he was mesmerised by the sharp objects laid around as he never had the time to actually observe them. The different type of blades were such a new sight, he's never seen them except in his books up in Heaven.

He wasn't paying much attention to what Liam and the man were saying. He was aware that it was about sending him back, but he drowned their voices inside of his head as he shuffled silently.

"So, how is it done?"

"You must wait until an angel up above comes into the Purgatory, the ones who are supposed to go down there to separate souls and such," he mused as he eyed the angel. "Of course, it's not like they come down every hour to collect certain souls and send the rest here." he continued. "It might be days, weeks, or maybe they've already done it and we missed it. What I'm saying is that it's very unpredictable."

Liam grumbled, disliking the idea of possibly having Theo here for a number of days. Not only because it could more than likely dishevel everything in Hell, but the fact that Theo was personally messing with Liam.

"When the particular angel comes in Purgatory, you can safely return him back. But the thing is, only you can do it, Liam. You're the only one who is powerful enough to even get close to Purgatory." Deaton said looking at him like he was sensing something others were not. "Can you do it?" he simply asked.

Liam furrowed his eyebrows, straightening his posture. "Do what?"

The spirit gestured his head towards the winged boy, who was doing everything but paying attention to the conversation they were having.

"You know... send him back."

Liam snorted. In all honesty, he was quite puzzled by his statement. It created much perplexity within his mind as he looked deeper into those words. Eventually, he gave off a grin, a rare sight.

"Of course I can. I do lots of things nobody is capable of here, and that includes sending him back."

The air around them shifted, it made Liam uneasy in his gut. He was surely unconcerned about sending Theo back to where he belongs, but something about that pestering angel made him feel such sickening and pure emotions. It made him question his entire being. He guessed Deaton could sense that.