Three times he checked. Three times he obtained the same answer. The place wasn't the wrong one—the traces of grace were there and he trusted Aaron's observation. Perhaps he simply didn't want to accept the conclusions his mind drew for him. The hints were there and while he could easily ignore it, he didn't… he didn't lie. Twist the truth, yes. Everything to obtain what he wanted. Outright lie? No, never. Especially, never to himself. Even if he wanted to.
However, he couldn't deny it any longer.
There was something pagan in the air.
That filthy energy those beings used to appear similar to God. It was there. The air didn't reek of it. It wasn't even noticeable. Very faint, yes, but still there. In the same place Aaron said he met his brother, tied with the younger archangel's scent.
So disgusting.
