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The smallest of the eight angels was the only one standing away from the group of angels that were huddled together, debating on how to best deal with the devils. At the moment, the devils seemed oddly still, even lackadaisical. The youngest angel supposed this was most likely because they had only been in the waiting room for a matter of minutes, perhaps ten at the most, and were still adjusting the the atmosphere of Heaven. The angel, Tophiel, had only been to Hell once while he was still going through training himself, but it was one of the most unpleasant, albeit thrilling, experiences of his life. After all, having ones halo melt away almost completely is, in Tophiel's opinion, one of the most frightening things that one ever experience. Fortunately he had returned with plenty of time to ensure his halo was healed (he hated saying 'repaired', his halo was a part of him, therefore as far as he was concerned, it was being 'healed'). The angel shuddered at the memory, raising one hand up to curl around his golden halo. It felt warm, yet cool at the same time. One of those strange sensations that left your mind confused. Well, for any creature other than angels of course. For angels, their halo is their most prized possession, made quite literally from their souls. They can be replaced, if damaged, of course. But they will simply be mass-produced copies and will not supply the same power as a true halo, but more than that, a part of that angel's soul will forever be missing. Angel's wear their hearts on their sleeves figuratively, yes, but their souls are quite literally bared before any whose gaze falls upon them.
The angel flinched when something suddenly hit the mirror he was standing behind. The way the devil was speaking almost made it seem as though he knew the angels were behind the mirror. Of course, Tophiel's rational side reasoned that this simply could not be so and that the devil was just assuming, correctly, that they were being watched.
Toph's hand fell away from his halo, his bright eyes dropping to discover what exactly had been launched at the windows, and pouted at the sight. Those glasses had been put in there for the specific purpose of allowing the devils to drink. Tophiel had little doubt that if there was no intervention, the devil would no doubt end up throwing the water jug too, when he ran out of glasses.
No. Tophiel was not a fan of devils at all. The last generation was... Horrific. And this lot seemed ever worse!
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