"The scars you see are not from the battles I've taken to Hell. But Hell I've taken to battles. Nothing is what it seems if you cuss once or lie a small, little, white lie." I sighed and ran my hands through my hair not wanting to say anything.
"I don't want you to experience what I have gone through and I know you are just a meer mortal now but I know your fate and it is coming soon." I watched as he held his champagne glass tightly. He teeth gritted together in absolute angry and he stood up as I stayed kneeled. Not allowing my eyes from his shoes.
"Why do you care Demon." He hissed and I flinched away before standing up and turning around. My wings flattened and seen on my back was a tattoo of angel wings.
"I care because I want you to have feather, not scales. I want you to fly above the clouds, not rot in the flames. I want you to enjoy the feeling of a cool breeze in the morning instead of a scorched dusk." I tried to,explain.
"That means nothing to me." He said throwing the glass at me. I blocked it with my arm and listened as the wounds hiss to heal.
"Well, I did not want to show you this. You seem relentless however master." I spoke calmly and reached behind my head. I slipped off my small mask and flicked off my hat.
"Does this show you why?" He gasped and sat back down bewildered.
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RandomKevinxEdd Kevin committed suicide your years ago when Nazz died in a car accident. Nazz was not the best angel out there but he knew Nazz would be in a nice place after life. His own mind was set on the fact that now it seemed like his favorite dork...
