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Charoum

Following it's death he steadied himself calmly upon the ground, lifting his arms to pat it's filth from his hands, erupting from each pat with a thick ash. He stooped to pull his blade from the corpse as it had already begun to deteriorate in a blaze of fire. With a light flick of his wrist he slid the blade into it's sheathe, looking about with a mild displeasure at the ruins, and then..- A familiar suited man appeared. A foul stench followed his manicured features, the derogatory mannerisms, like he were better. An energy gave it away, the appearing. No simple angel would conduct themselves in such a way, and no human could appear from nowhere without first having been heard, or having transferred manually from one place to the other.

Charoum met Lucifer's gaze with the golden brilliance in his irises a shield. He refused to be imposed upon, his voice young and strong in reply to the man's question.."Do you know who I am?"- "Yes." It'd be a simple answer, simply put, and yet ebbed with suspicion, without realizing it his left hand had glided to the hilt of his sword, despite his nonchalant stance his muscles were rigid, a natural urge to fight the man before him. The blue gaze brought a brooding rage, how confidently he'd approached without fear of one of God's soldiers. This man having disgraced everything he was born of, and having brought death and destruction to this planet and it's inhabitants.

A light shake of his head followed his limited speech, cringing with a slight pain from the anger building in his chest, but that would be stooping to a level that could only be spawned from Hell, it passed only a moment before he'd recomposed himself. If Lucifer were here, manipulation would attach to every word and action. Morals in place would bind him and he'd be forced to listen as is his duty, a steady, rhythmic prayer giving him what peace could be offered.