This wasn't where he wanted to be. He tenses whenever a demon walks past his cell. They all seem to be deliberately getting a little too close to the bars for comfort.
Iahhel was a young angel, barely out of the fledgling stage, and of course he had to have been picked to be a delegate at one of the (attempted to be) peaceful meetings between Heaven and the Crossroads. Someone said something, the other side retaliated, and it was a scrap before you knew it. It’s safe to say that these don’t happen anymore. Nobody thought they’d work, anyways.
Of course, the angels retreated. They would definitely be outnumbered. And, of course, they forgot that they had a slower, younger angel with them.
Iahhel's just thankful the demons didn't kill him on the spot. This is a lot better than being dead, definitely.
A little demon's pitter-pattering footsteps can be heard echoing through the halls. Iahhel cranes his neck to catch a glimpse of the demon. He knew demons could inhabit any kind of vessel, even children, but this demon is also a child himself. The demon pauses at Iahhel's cell, obviously curious.
"Hi!" he says, cheerfully. Iahhel would not have expected such a cheery greeting from a demon to an angel.
"Hello..." he says, wary. This demon has to have an ulterior motive; he has to be cooking up some sinister, devious plot.
"My name's Sydoran." he said, standing on his tiptoes in order to catch a glimpse of the angel. "I've never seen an angel before."
"My name's Iahhel. I've seen lots of demons before." he replies, shifting so he's not cloaked in shadow.
"My mom tells me that angels are scary monsters that kill demons like me." Sydoran said. "But you're not like that, right?"
"My brothers say that demons are murderers." Iahhel replied.
"Aw, your brothers aren't right. I'm not a murderer. See?" he said, hopping up and down as if that was a sign that he was not, in fact, a murderer.
Iahhel couldn't help but smile at the young demon. Maybe all demons weren't deserving of death, after all.