| Pulling the girl up, Raphael could have sworn he felt electricity run up his arm. He silently, mentally shook off the feeling, telling himself that what he thought he could feel was inappropriate, was sick and wrong.
"... I haven't seen any healing spells performed in a while. That's really cool."
"Funny. I haven't cast a healing spell in three thousand years."
It wasn't a joke, but it wasn't meant to be. The normally silent Final Warrior was making conversation with a girl he barely knew in the entrance room of a mansion he didn't recognize in a universe that made very little sense, according to the Rules. Something was seriously wrong here, and Raphael couldn't figure out what it was, aside from the Demonchild being more lustful and violent than usual.
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"My word is my honor. My honor is my life."
-- Demonchild, Angelkin, the Blackest Seraph, the Final Warrior
"Cut down the Gods if they stand in you way."
-- Hagakure |