The Strages Mansion

He was alerted of another angel's presence as soon as she had spoken up from up above on a balcony, asking as to what was happening of the current situation. Well, at least there is one person who's currently unharmed. Thank goodness. He merely smiled sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders with an odd smile, speaking loud enough for the girl to hear from their distance. "I wish that I knew." He didn't need to worry the small girl, who seemed confused in the hysteria of the situation. He looked up back to the creature that Rhiannon, the pretty demon woman that he had met only minutes ago with casual talk had transformed into. "But.. I suppose that it doesn't hurt to stick around to find out, right?" He let an easy-going smile be expressed on his face, if only to reassure. His wings flap upwards slightly, taking flight, and cautiously, he flies upwards towards the ledge of a window that was nearby the balcony, big enough for him to light stand on, but wasn't sturdy enough to keep his weight, so he carefully keeps his wings moving to ensure that he doesn't fall.

Most demons like ones whom you see are battle thirsty - The angel down there doesn't appear to have a hostile or battle ready look or so -- but she may be waiting for someone to have a little sport. I honestly suggest staying away from such things but if anything you may be able to get some information on how they act. I find demons like such ....pitiful." Evangeline listened curiously. The vampire didn't seem very happy at the oncoming fight and went inside, leaving Evangeline stranded on the balcony.

She looked down at the angel below who seemed to have heard her inquiry. "I wish that I knew." He said to her, amiably. He flew up to a ledge nearby and balanced there. "Why are they going to fight? Aren't we all supposed to be peaceful." She asked him.

He turned his head at how the girl seemed to be worrying further over how the situation was turning out. "Well, I wouldn't know. The mi'lady over there, Rhiannon," his head gestured towards the metallic-like dragon, "said to wait and find out when the other demon arrives.. Damien, I think she said?" He held more of a sheepish grin rather than that of a worried look, very much free of worry, on the contrary of what he thought. Wasn't there another being, of black hair and mysterious aura? ..What happened to her? He let out air from his nostrils in a sigh, Perhaps I should try to enlighten the situation by making some small talk? I wouldn't want to intervene with this unnecessary violence.. "Say, what's your name? I don't think that I caught on properly.." He outstretched a hand. "My given name is Elijah. And yours?"

"Elijah?" Evangeline asked. "I think I've heard of you before. My name is Evangeline. I'm a guardian angel." She reached over the railing of the balcony and shook his outstretched hand. From what she could remember hearing about him, he was a lot older than she was and had seen a lot more than her.

He laughed cheerfully. "Is that so? Evangeline is is quite a pretty name." He paused to think on the name. "'Bearer of good news', I think? Quite suitable as a guardian angel." Elijah remarked. Once she had shook his hand, he withdrew it back to his person, glancing towards Rhiannon. Isn't this Damien person taking a bit too long? He cautiously floated himself onto the sides of the balcony, almost whispering an, "Excuse me," as he did, slightly frowning as he concentrated onto the situation. ".. How long do you think they're going to be at this? I'm a bit more concerned over how this house may be repaired."

"Repaired?!" Evangeline asked, startled and a bit fearfully. "They're going to destroy the house?" She shoook her heard. Would the fighting do that? she wondered. Why were they fighting in the first place? What would happen if the house is destroyed anyway. How would it be fixed if it was broken? She frowened, concentrating on the thought that damage could be wreaked by the oncoming fight. "I hope they don't fight too long. Or Hurt anyone." She said. "Or themselves." She added as an afterthought. What happened if a demon hurt itself? Is it different from an angel injury? She chewed on her thumb's fingernail in worry; a human habit she had picked up on her last mission to blend in. It was strangely addicting.

He laughed softly as she seemed to be a bit more startled about the entire situation. Erm, perhaps I should've rephrased that? "Well, I don't think that they'll be too hurt. Seeing as Rhiannon, the giant creature over there, has already destroyed a good part of the courtyard.." He laughed again, smiling despite how the land below was practically ripped up from massive claws. Hence, why he was staking out here on the balcony, and to make sure that nothing got too out of control to the point where Evangeline may become hurt. She seemed like a late reactor. He gently ruffled the girl's hair to reassure in a friendly, comforting manner. "Don't worry too much. You'll chew your nails off at that pace." Elijah felt rather tall in comparison to the smaller guardian angel, his stature in height towered over hers. "I'm sure that the damage wouldn't be too much. But.. then again, I wouldn't know how much they would make in terms to their being as a demon.. Would I?" He tailed off, his voice implying that he wasn't really sure as to where he was going with the thought, despite how his smile was bright and his eyes sharp, looking over the yard. It's rather taking long, isn't it? He'd have to sit tight then.