"Elijah... Such is not a behavior for an individual to embrace. Especially not one such as thee - A messenger of The Lord, a communicator between Him and humans... A medium between those residing in heaven to those who reside on this earth..." Foreigner spoke slowly and calmly, expresionless, in almost complete monotone. "...Such is not an appropriate for a prophet."
When Foreigner started to speak, Elijah's pupils widened. He tended to that lie very carefully, every day he spent in Chaldea since his summoning. Even Sherlock and Da Vinci, with an acess to his Spirit Origin analysis, allowed him to fool everyound around - Master included. It was a harmless, little lie that nobody had chances of seeing through... Nobody but him. A creature straight from his homeland.
Elijah jumped on Foreigner without a second thought. He didn't wish for Baruch to know the truth; especially now. Especially now when he was the last support to poor scribe and vice versa.
Prophet ended up on Foreigner's lap as he wished to put his hands all over his mouth. But the angel managed to say everything before Prophet reacted and all stress vanished. Sandalphon exhaled with a relief. He looked at Foreigner with tired, almost.. hateful gaze.
Damn, he still needed to play this situation like something. It was looking... weird, to say the least. 'I'm afraid you described role of Angel of Prayer, O Mighty. I'm just a simple humane prophet burdened with all errors of humanity... so I might do hideous acts, like those' and then, he pinched Foreigner's cheeks.
















