While Godric faced Cheyne, Louis faced old news. He rubbed his cheek, grumbling. "This...! That was thousands of years ago! She really has a memory like an elephant! ”But he didn't want to leave the message unanswered, pulled Rafael to him and put his hand on his cheek. "Tell her the following: The next time I go to heaven, you will be happy, my dear ~ Or come here right now and get punished ~", Louis purred, letting go of the angel. Actually he wanted to add a kiss, but he didn't. Let Jibril pick up the kiss himself. She would get pissed off at the news. Louis knew this very well. But there was something else. "You can bring another message to heaven." Another clapping could be heard. This time it was Rafael's turn to stroke his cheek, which healed quickly, even if he mourned his beautiful face, which was badly mistreated here! "That's for the fact that you stringed me forbidden back then! One more time and you are DEAD! "" I think Jibril gets the nicer message, even if I thi

Before Rafael could flap his wings, Louis had appeared beside him and rudely grabbed the angel's wrist and raised his voice loud and clear. "Happy with you alone? You can't be happy with an angel. Neither with a demon. But it's not up to you to decide with whom he can be happy! ”Suddenly blue and white flames flared up and Rafael found himself with its owner in a circle of fire from which there was no escape. A swallow could be heard and it seemed as if the fire was consuming so much of the pure angels. Again and again the flames licked in his direction. Rafael let his gaze wander, then looked directly into two dangerously glowing rubies. Now Louis had also assumed his true form and stood before the archangel as the devil Lucifer. The demon's tail lashed both ways a couple of times until it came to rest. A low growl was heard and a pain spread inside Rafael. A faint smoke, as if something was being lit, rose from the wrist of the angel that was holding Louis. Rafael tried to f

Your wings are not in your way. Most angels are hypocrites. You are much more honest than this. You openly carry sin with you, live with it and do not close your eyes to all the sins of life. Sure, Decus gave you demon blood, but you alone determine your path, just like Amon did before you and decided on his path. He was not a model of an angel, but he found his way. I doubt this will cause you trouble finding your way as well. What you lack is self-confidence. ", Said Louis and had emptied his bowl and put it on the bedside table. Godric felt a slight warmth at these words. "Thank you." He was grateful for the surprisingly encouraging words and could now well imagine that one would confess before the devil, as he had always said. Not in the way Godric was used to, but his believers did. The blue-haired man's doubts were almost blown away. Louis was right. Amon had found his way in spite of all sins. He would do it too. "If God had given up on me, he would not have sent Rafael to me

The next day Godric actually took a bath before they went to the monastery. The two of them had come, the four of them would return, since Rafael had also stayed. Cheyne stood next to this and wiggled her demon tail a little after she yawned extensively. "Where are we going now?" She asked. "Home.", Louis only answered and yawned behind his hand as well, then took his mirror and opened it. He didn't want to experience such a trip again. The three days he had spent on the train and on the ship were enough for him. The only thing he liked was this taxi. The devil in the rush of speed. "That has to be repeated ..." Where had Godric been? "Hmm ... I'll have a look.", Suggested Rafael, who had noticed the searching looks. "Yes. It's time we left I don't want to waste a minute. ”A nod from the angel, then the angel had already disappeared in the direction of the church, which was next to the hostel. Godric had been there because he wanted to pray again before leaving.“

Godric observed them briefly, suspecting that Louis was not praying, unlike his counterpart. It was a strange feeling for him to have a devil and an angel in his worship service. Almost like a dream, he thought, but then started with a welcome round to the newcomers and was a bit excited himself. Not only because he would pray in front of new monks, but also knew that something would be missing from the sermon. The songs. He saw himself facing a great catastrophe, but he could no longer escape and began to say a long prayer to God with the others. However, something was different. He could clearly feel that Rafael was really praying. He couldn't describe the feeling, but he felt a warmth, a sacred power. He looked at Louis out of the corner of his eye and felt his suspicion that Louis was not praying confirmed. But he could understand. After all, he was the devil. If he were to pray, his prayers would probably come back to himself. The closer he got to the part of the sermon that wa