Angel Plumes

Chapter 11: Lesser Damages

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hello everyone. This is TOBYTOON. While I am usually quite good about updates, I have been preparing to study abroad. This has been a demanding process all around. Especially in trying to afford it and do paperwork. You would not believe how hard it is just to apply for the certificate that says you can then apply for a visa. Or maybe you do, I do not know. Regardless, thank you for your patience.

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EDIT: Chapter illustrations revised for continuity errors.

Thank you for your continued patience, and I hope this chapter is something you will enjoy.

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"Forgive me for intruding, but I need advice," the Angel Devil states. He stands in the doorway of Kishibe's office. It was never locked. The midday sun cast narrow beams through the blinds on the windows. It made the room look like it was straight out of a detective movie. Even the drifting dust was playing its part.

"Aren't you supposed to be patrolling?" Kishibe asks. He doesn't look up from his laptop, takking away at the keys. His desk was a mess of papers and drinking glasses. Though to his credit, he did keep them on separate sides.

"Done early," Angel states.

"That so?"

A thud shakes the desk and a few drops of red hit Kishibe's face and shirt. Just inches away from his computer was the severed head of a fiend. Looking upward, Kishibe studies Angel. The devil's hair was wet at the tips, soaked with blood. His white uniform shirt looked like a child's unrestricted art project. The very edges of his mouth even had bloodied coagulate in the creases.

"You look like shit." Kishibe states, picking up the head by its hair. Blood drips from the neck and down to the desk. Kishibe studies the neck more closely. It was a clean cut straight through. Not even the bone showed evidence of resistance. Though there was a suspiciously bite-like mark out of the forehead that was much fresher than the rest of the head.

"I could say the same to you." Angel leans against the door. Every time he saw the captain, he looked worse and worse. He was probably just drunk or tired. Maybe both. Angel hadn't known it was possible, but it looked like Kishibe had gone even grayer than before.

"Getting a little cocky for a devil who owes me his life."

Angel adjusts his tone. "May I come in, sir? I need your advice."

"Take a seat." Kishibe motions with his hand, the head swaying with his arm.

"Thank you, sir." Angel seats himself.

"What do you need anyhow? You've got everything I could've given ya. The bureau wanted you dead, you know." He extends his arm beyond the desk, the dead fiend's hair balled in his fist. Releasing his grip, the head drops at Angel's feet.

Angel's eyes flit from the head to Kishibe. "I'm aware, but I'm not asking for a favor. I'm asking for an opinion."

"Why don't you ask the other devils, hm? You seem to get along with 'em well enough. I'd be worried about it if you weren't so tame."

"This isn't a matter any devil can solve. This is a very human issue, so I'm asking you." Angel plays with his hands in his lap, the tip of his shoe nudging the severed head where it lay on the floor. "There's no one else I know to ask..."