The Devil Within

Who the Fuck Bonds Over Murder?

"Orono, Maine has changed," Ishim said, looking around.

"That is how time works," you said, leaning against a nearby tree to keep your balance while Ishim glared down at you. Your head was spinning and your stomach was feeling like it was about to empty all of its contents. Lucifer had put you down a d was laughing at your dismay instead of helping, y'know, being Lucifer. "Last time you were here was 1901, right?" Despite your nauseous state, you still had enough energy to be as passive-aggressive to Ishim as you could... which wasn't a lot.

"That's what the reports say," Ishim glared at you. "Would you pull yourself together?"

"Give me a minute," you deadpanned, matching Ishim's glare. "I'm so sorry that I'm a puny human and wasn't built to ever travel at light speed."

"You could at least recover properly," Ishim huffed, his wings puffing up in annoyance.

"I am, dipshit," you growled, your nails digging into the tree's bark. "This is as good as it gets."

"Do not disrespect me, human," Ishim glowered as he finally turned to face you completely. "I am centuries upon centuries older than you."

"Respect goes both ways," you said, finally able to stand up straight. "If you can't respect me and my time, I refuse to respect you and yours."

"Alright, you two," Lucifer snicked, stepping between you and Ishim. "As much as I love watching a good fight, we're supposed to be working together."

"Wonderful, we pushed you into being the voice of reason," you sighed, taking a step back as you pulled your phone out. "I'll just check the information Rabbi Hoffman sent, then we can get this over with." You unlocked your phone and went to the unopened email from Rabbi Hoffman that contained the information regarding the Thule member, Arnold Müller. Inside was a blurry photo of him taken from a phone camera through a window but you could identify some key characteristics. His hair was almost completely white and he had a scar going across his left eye, Müller also looked ancient but that may have been how poor the photo's quality was. The information was a little scarce as well, there was a file on him with the Judah Initiative but it didn't give you much information. It only said that he was a high-ranked officer with powerful magic that messed with his aging process. There was also a footnote on how Müller often made local monsters do his dirty work for him, giving the monsters a bit of a boost in exchange. At the bottom of the email was a note from Rabbi Abrams "I might need to drop by the House of the Blessed to get some more information on this guy..."

"Just you?" Lucifer asked, raising a brow. "We can come."

"You terrify the rest of the House and I would never willingly let Ishim in," you said, pocketing your phone. "I can easily pop inside, grab the information we need from Aziraphael and get out if you two can manage to behave while I'm gone." You stopped and narrowed your eyes at Lucifer and Ishim before sighing and shaking your head. "Okay, maybe I shouldn't leave the two of you unsupervised."

"We aren't children," Ishim said condescendingly.

"You're right," you said, shrugging. "But who's to say you won't give out more of Heaven's greatest secrets for a piece of ass?" You grinned as Ishim surged forward and wrapped one hand around your neck. Summoning your Archangel Blade, you pressed it against Ishim's neck with a threatening smile. "Well, this is a pickle."

"Easy, you two," Lucifer growled, grabbing Ishim's wrist. "Let's not kill each other on the first day."

"I'll put my weapon away if Ishim lets my neck go," you said, staring right at the angered Seraph. Ishim had composed himself to a certain extent but his eyes told you that he was ready to murder you. Considering that his hand was wrapped around your neck, he easily could. "Your call."