“Ori?” Ioannis allowed the unfamiliar name to lay on his tongue. From the context of Emilia’s explanation, he could conduct that they were, in fact, a demon. However, there were also legions of millions of demons that Ioannis had memorized in Hell when he’d been in charge of them, and even more that he’d never come in contact with at all. This Ori didn’t sound familiar in the least bit, he doubted he’d ever met a demon carrying the name. “I think you put too much faith in them,” He answered truthfully as he remained close, watching her with fiery eyes. “They cast you out, didn’t they? Clearly they weren’t thinking about your purity then. And you actually trust that now they’re just going to change their minds? I wouldn’t hold my breath, honey.” Though he, of course, never stepped foot in heaven, he knew how strict they were. He’d never had a chance at getting into heaven for reasons that were forced on him, murder, aldultery, etc, but now that his soul had been corrupted and destroyed, he couldn’t imagine what a dreadful place it might be.
A blonde brow quirked to a stiff arch when she so willingly accepted the escort home, clearly not fully grasping the web she’d caught herself in, if she felt any danger at all. He wasn’t entirely surprised, however. She seemed way too trusting. He’d sneaked in after hours, gotten dangerously close to her, and made plenty of advances. She had yet to back away or call the cops. Was she looking for trouble, or simply too blinded by her own pure and innocent light to see it staring her in the face. Ioannis let out a little scoff when she mentioned allowing her to finish her cakes. “Certainly, I would hate to get you into any kind of trouble, sweetheart.” The amount of irony in the statement was almost laughable, which is why he wore such an amused Cheshire grin from ear to ear, even as he slowly took a step back. Scanning the area of the room, he spotted a chair in the corner, as if someone had simply shoved it out of the way. Swaggering over to it, he plopped down comfortably into it and rested both arms out over the headrest. His vessel was tall enough that he didn’t exactly fit quite right into the chair, legs bent, but he didn’t mind. Instead, his blue gaze was fixed on her, though he offered no privacy for her to finish her work, he did allow her space to do so. “Do you always have such late nights? I can make a habit out of visiting you here.”
“Yes, Ori. Her and Marcus have helped me quite a bit since coming to earth.” Emilia responded with a small, warm smile on her face. They really had been kind to her and she greatly appreciated it. Ori had taught her a little about dates and the fiery drink. She was a good friend to her and the angel had no reason to think otherwise. Of course, Emilia trusted Ori a little more than Marcus. Marcus had never been mean though. Emilia shook her head. “I was cast aside for faults of my own. My ward being turned into a vampire was my fault. I should have watched him closer. In all my years as an angel, I had never failed. I have never wavered in protection of the souls I watched over. It was this one. He managed to slip through my fingers and that is not the fault of heaven or the ward. It is mine. I was in charge with watching his soul.” She stated with the wisdom and faith that could only show that she was a very, very old angel. “I am saddened that you never got to know heaven. But that also means that you are not in a place where you can judge the decisions of God or angels.”
“Oh. I wouldn’t get in trouble. Anise probably would have wanted me home by now. I am doing this for free.” Emilia stated in a simple manner. “I was gone for a bit and want to make that up, as well as be ready for the holiday season.” Her purity and generosity shone from her brighter than the sun. It was a wonder if the demon would be Icarus. As he stepped back, her deep brown eyes fell back down to her cupcakes. The smile resting on her lips was sickeningly sweet as she focused on her craft. It was clear that she was both talented and enjoying it. It took a moment before she responded to his question. “Not always. I do so because I want to help. Why? I’m sure it isn’t that interesting to watch me frost a cupcake.”