The elder angel speaks coldly, sharply, ice blue eyes dulled. Something happens when angels lose faith. They seem to wilt. But even wilted, Piotr is frightening to behold. Powerful, elegant, a thing of legend.
"What you're doing," he tells them, the cadence of his voice flowing like a brook. "Is a dangerous thing. It's an act against Heaven. And, eventually, there will be consequences. Severe consequences."
Something changes in the angel's demeanor, something tired, and had they not known better, they might have taken it as regret.
The unspoken question balanced on their tongues, begging to know what sins this legendary angel had committed to know of such consequences, but both were too afraid to ask.
"Long ago," he said, as though sensing their questions. The truth weighed heavy on his shoulders, as it had for ages. "I.. I fell in love with one of your kind." He said, angling his head towards the pretty demon sitting beside his son. "We had two children."
The son frowned, looking up at his father. "Two? But I-"
With a glance, he was silenced, and the father continued.
"The price of my rebellion was a choice. I chose you." He paused again, thoughts clearly running through his head. "What happened to your sister, I have no idea. I am forbidden to find her, forbidden to ask of her."
A heavy silence fell, and the elder angel looked between them with eyes like chips of glass. "Be wary."
