Alyss
The black haired angel watched the room with apparent disinterest as those around her talked. Well, two of them did. The other angel, at least that's what she thought he was, had sat in his chair and kept his mouth shut so far. The guy with the tail, Damien, seemed like the typical demon to her. Arrogant, self obsessed, and horny. Alyss turned her head away from Damien, instead directing her attention to the other demon in the room. Rhiannon, the Welsh Witch with extreme emotions. Certainly fascinating stuff, really. Alyss didn't care much about the other occupants of the room. She'd long since lost any prejudice towards demons.
Alyss shifted, her wings still tightly folded up underneath her black shirt. Invisible to the naked eye, Alyss hoped. She glanced at the door as a girl entered, then a guy. The girl looked absolutely terrified to be in the room. An angel, scared by the mere presence of evil. How.... Quaint. Alyss could remember the legions of Warrior Angels; not afraid to tear down and get bloody. The two other angels in the room didn't seem like that type, not that she could tell much from the guy. Still, he didn't look like the fighting type. Had Heaven changed that much since her fall? She had become a Fallen thousands of years ago. Maybe they no longer fought, and that was why there was such an odd combination of angels and demons? Alyss sighed, hoping the missing two would get here soon so she could ivied out what was going on.