"You've done well Rose" Jeffery commended while taking apt observation of the bloodied angel wing before him.
"Tell me Rose, what happened to the angel who possessed this wing? Is it dead?"
Rose knew quite well the reason behind Jeffery's question, if she didn't know better she would have taken it as fear. Perhaps Jeffery was scared of Alexander's strength, afraid that if his son is able to defeat a fallen celestial he might just be able to defeat his father. Her thoughts were definitely wild, but she knew that they couldn't possibly be the case. Though Alexander had gotten a lot stronger, his strength was still a far cry to what Jeffery had become.
Acting in obedience to her master's request, Rose raised her wrist to eye level, and with her dagger like nails, she made a deep cut in her wrist and allowed the red liquid to stain the floor. When the bleeding stopped, she retracted her wrist before chanting the required spell.
