ornias

“This lie you feed that I'd succeed is why I'm me, a dying breed.”

“That’s very sweet. You sound so tired, though.” He’s pulling her into him, his free arm wrapping around her form. “What has you so drained, little angel?”

“Your first mistake was thinking you could protect them.”

“I am,” the demon warmly mused -- reaching for the angel’s hand. “And I can.”

“So, you lied. But why did you lie?”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Is that what you call it?”

“For such a rude comment, I could rat you out ten times over and not flinch.”

“A little half-demon named Gabriel. Now that’s amazing,” the rose mused before giving a small bow with his head. “Ornias, but you may call me Oren, if you’d like.”