Chapter 12: TALK SESSION WITH AN ANGEL
Seraphine sighed. "Don't mock me, Malron."
"I'm serious, Seraphine."
Seeing that Malron's demeanor resembled a pet cat's, Seraphine no longer acted defensively. Instead of the angel appearing puzzled and lowering the shield in her hand, Seraphine's eyes stared intently at Malron.
Meanwhile, Malron just pursed his lips, feeling pressured, reluctantly putting aside his pride. The demon needed Seraphine's help if the angel could send Malron back.
"Why do you want to return? Your kind is called to the world, and that's an advantage for you, right?" Seraphine asked, "To gain followers to wander with you."
Malron sighed softly. "Not in this case."
"Ha! You're a demon; how can you be honest? Your kind is deceitful."
"Say what you will," Malron hissed. His eyes scowled at Seraphine. "Go on, stab me with that spear! I want to go back quickly, Seraphine! Hurry!"
Seraphine merely tilted her head, and in an instant, the spear and shield in her hand disappeared. The angel took a relaxed seat on the pillar, and then Seraphine rested her chin on one hand.
"Is there something you want to talk to me about?" Seraphine asked as if they were in a therapy session.
Malron's lips pouted again, and he shrugged nonchalantly. However, Malron thought that there was no harm in talking to Seraphine. After all, the angel posed no threat.
"May I sit on this pillar?" Malron asked, tapping the stone fortification he was leaning against.
"Be my guest," Seraphine nodded.
So the two of them sat on separate pillars, separated by the gate that led to the House of Prayer. A demon and an angel side by side. Truly absurd.
"I have a deal with the boy who just came in," Malron said.
"A child?" Seraphine turned to look at the House of Prayer building. "No one entered, Malron."
"Have your eyes been blinded by the light?" Malron looked skeptical. "He just entered, idiot."
"Language, please!"
Malron grunted in annoyance.
They fell silent. Because Seraphine seemed to remember something, she felt like she had missed a few seconds and had been careless in her vigilance.
"Look inside yourself. There's a silver-blonde child, something like that," Malron said. "Hair of a strange color for a human. Maybe he dyed it or something."
Seraphine looked hesitant, looking cautiously at Malron. "Are you sure?"
"Am I a liar to you?" Malron asked rhetorically.
"Fine, wait here! Don't go anywhere!"
Malron found Seraphine's order somewhat humiliating. Where else could Malron go? Enter the area of the House of Prayer? Seraphine said she would destroy Malron if he dared to set foot there.
Malron didn't mind jumping into the courtyard, but would Seraphine really stab him with her spear? Or would she chase Malron away, humiliating him even more?
Seraphine disappeared instantly, only to reappear a few seconds later. This time, the angel's expression looked strange, as if she was puzzled, but her expression remained somewhat flat.
"That kid? A little confusing, isn't he?" Seraphine said.
"Are you confused? Can Angel feel that? Mixed up?"
"This is beyond my knowledge, Malron."
"I don't understand your expression, Seraphine. It's like you've put a lot of preservatives on your face."
"Botox?" Seraphine touched both cheeks. "You're too much, demon."
"You don't use it, do you? Then why are you offended?" Malron grinned. "Angels shouldn't get angry."
"I'm not angry," Seraphine shook her head. "Anyway, where did you find this boy?"
"What do you care?"
Seraphine lowered her voice almost to a whisper. "He has no human aura, Malron."
This time, Malron was really surprised. "Huh?"
"I don't know, but he's not purely human, Malron."
"Are you drinking too much holy water?" Malron guessed.
Seraphine sighed softly. "This child has an angel-demon aura. I don't understand."
"Demon? He shouldn't be able to enter a prayer house."
"Of course, he can because he's human. Not a pure demon like you."
"Then why couldn't you stop him or see him enter?"
Seraphine shook her head. "I don't understand that either."
Malron muttered to himself, angels and demons. Does Seraphine mean that Kieran is some hybrid?
"Who is this child, Malron?" Seraphine pressed.
"I'll jump into the courtyard, and you'll take me back to the demon world," Malron evaded.
Malron suddenly panicked; if he told his archenemy what was happening, the demon would be ridiculed forever. Malron could imagine the angels plucking harps and mockingly singing the demon's tale.
Oh, no... Malron's inner self could not bear it.
"Oh, I'll just throw you out. You'll keep jumping over the fence again and again, even for thousands of years," Seraphine giggled.
The angel's laughter was like a bell, beautiful and harmonious to humans. But to Malron, it felt like a giant bell hitting his head.
"What do you have to worry about, Malron? This child has made a deal with you, hasn't he?" Seraphine said casually. "There's nothing we angels can do about it because that child will eventually become your slave."
"If only it were that simple," Malron cursed.
The demon unwittingly revealed his own folly. He needed to focus more on the fact that he would gain nothing from Kieran. Instead, Malron felt his downfall looming, tearing at his pride as a demon.
"Wait, why do you want to return to the demon world if this child will be your slave?" Seraphine interjected. Seraphine's eyes widened. "Don't tell me it's really you who will become his slave."
Malron said nothing, his lips tightly sealed.
"Malron?" the angel called.
"Oh, shut up, Seraphine!!"
"I knew it!!"
Seraphine's laughter was like wedding bells for Malron.
Malron sighed deeply. What was he going to do? He needed the fastest way to get away from Kieran's side. If he stayed next to that idiotic child, the demon could lose much of his power, which was being converted by the cursed system.
Suddenly, Malron felt something strange.
"Hey, how do you know I'll be his slave? What do you know, Seraphine?" Malron asked suspiciously.
What happened to Malron was a plan of the angels to trap one of the strongest demons in eternal misery? Although it seemed unlikely since the angels were obeying His command.
"I sense it only because of the child's aura, Malron."
"Half angel, half demon?"
"Hmmm... how can I put it? He's a vessel, Malron."
Malron ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "Vessel? What do you mean?"
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