Unfortunately, he had never visited the only other of the Three Realms that he has desire to - the Realm of Sheoul. Why? He surpresses the urgue to snort at this thought. His mother had broken the Code, marrying his father and having a son, a hybrid known as a Darkling. A illegal hybrid, at that. But Aedus was infuriated by the thought. He has served Lord Lucifer as loyally as any other Fallen, so why can he not have the same privileges? It's not fair; he cannot help his parentage.
Frustrated, Aedus leans forward, propping his head up on his hands. Why does he feel so sick all of a sudden? Surely it wasn't just the mere thought, for that is certainly one he hosts often. This pain is embedded deep within his stomach, within his very being. It was almost as if...
Angel.
The term pops into his head unexpectedly, and he sits up straight with a frown, pain painted across his face. Where did that word come from? Mother had always said about aura-detection, but he had never been around an angel before, so he has never experienced the feeling nor known for certain if he had even inheirted it.
Aedus scans the room, trying to deduce where the feeling is coming from. When his eyes fall upon a girl in the front row, the naseua is almost instantaneous. He lets out a short groan, and the teacher glances his way passively before turning back to her computer screen.
No doubt. That girl is the source.
That girl is an angel.