Snippet #2414961

Charoum

Charoum waited patiently, satisfied with a small pause. It was expected, Satan's reaction, ofcourse. Nothing, he gave nothing away but the step was enough. That one step told the angel all he needed to know, why he was on Earth was questionable, why he had taken the time to talk in the middle of a battlefield was also questionable. Lucifer should be in Hell with all corrupted things, governing something that was his. His sword arm twitched with his thinking, furrowing his eyebrows with wanting to fight what Evil was before him, smiling and acting as if he'd already won. Hadn't Charoum just slain one of his servants? Here he was acting as if he'd not seen a single defeat, he should remember his own at the hands of the Lord.

There was no reaction to the step, only the steel-gold gaze of the angel watching the man step forward, though he maintained his calm with nonchalance, it was a facade as he was prepared for any attack, but he was taken aback with the question as it came. Something beyond expectation or preparation..-"What is your name?" There was a clear moment of silence before he answered, shaking his hair again to clear some of the ash, biting the inside of his cheek.

"Charoum." He'd state it with almost a shrug, wondering if it was courtesy to ask something as well or if he were expected to. Unable to decide he'd remain silent, only watching quietly, ever-vigilant.