Fallen Angel, Raymond?
Lyle thought of that moment when the large plate armor emitting holy light moved through Andrei Academy, bringing down a crowd with every gesture. Raymond's fall from grace seemed as ridiculous as his social circle; he was like a sun perpetually high in the sky, untainted by any word of filth.
Although his circle of acquaintances was also lofty, he was nonetheless pursued by the demon race.
Quite interesting.
On the way, Lyle quietly regretted turning down several enthusiastic invitations from demons.
Tonight seemed to be Mr. Raymond's show—people's words revolved around the term 'Fallen Angel' as if it were some baseless rumor started by someone. Clearly, 'Seraph' would have been more fitting.
He handed his ticket to the armored demon at the door, their armor adorned with bright red, twisted patterns resembling altered hieroglyphics.
