Nocturnal Demon

Check-up

"You're late." Songbird sits on one of the nursing beds, expressing something akin to boredom and annoyance. "Alexander already left a long time ago. If you had taken any longer, I would have reported you to Evelyn for ditching protocol."

"I apologize..." Raziel closes the door behind him as he speaks, "I ran into a delay."

"Like?" The doctor asks, curious.

"Encountered Snyder. He had questions to ask me."

"For the countless time again, I'm sure..." Songbird rolls her eyes as she leaps off the bed and walks to a nearby desk redesigned for medical work. The desk carries a neat assortment of instruments and materials, each marked with different names and symbols that only the doctor herself can completely understand. "Anything else?"

"Met Morgan; Snyder's daughter. She's ... nice."

"She's the better of the two, that's for sure..." Songbird scoffs as she ensures that the final pieces of the equipment she needs are all in place.

"Not a fan of Dominica Snyder?"

"I don't hate him." She says. "He's alright. Just unnecessarily stubborn at times." Songbird takes note of the clean needle and long measuring tape that are in their proper place. "Although, sometimes I do wonder if he truly has more heads up stuck up his ass than anyone here..."

"I'm sure it's just the one." Raziel answers back to vouch for Dominica. He's also annoyed by the old man's unchanging assurance, but he doubts that the stubbornness is completely unstoppable.

...Can still be a prick though.

Although, his daughter is surprisingly different...

Adopted or not, the demon still finds Morgan to be quite the contrast to her parent.

Raziel silently chuckles to himself. She is quite the woman.

The stretch of rubber can be heard as Songbird wears the gloves around her hands, "Complaints aside, at least you're finally here. Now, get ready."

"Will I always have to do this?" Raziel almost sighs at the event of showing contempt to his clothing. "Couldn't I just roll up a sleeve and you collect my blood so we can be immediately done with this?"

"We need more than just blood." Songbird doesn't look affected as she gathers what's needed, seemingly already certain that Raziel will comply. "You should know that you are a special case, and Evelyn doesn't want to leave anything unchecked. Especially now that you've experienced your first mission."

Just as much as Snyder's interrogations, the examinations of Raziel's physical attributes has been just as frequent. Much to his growing annoyance.

Raziel replies to the statement with a half drape of sarcasm. "Who knows what you'll find this time. Maybe the discovery of something non-demonic, or maybe something that could neutralize me, if I don't turn out to be friendly enough for Snyder."

"Could be either answer." Songbird doesn't turn to look at him as she retorts back. "Now, strip, take that broken junk off, and sit over there... Please."

"Hmm..." Raziel grunts as he removes the straps and belts connecting the different pieces of his armour and protective jacket together, not even watching them drop hard on the tile floor. "At least you said please."

"Unlike Snyder, I presume?" Songbird asks smiling, as she knows how annoying the old man can get when he does that.

...

"...Hm."

Raziel dismisses his waiting gaze to the decorate woodcarvings of the room furniture and turns to see what Songbird has noticed. "What is it?"