@angelguard said: Calm down, Kael! Breathe. Your wings are gone for now, and your holy light isn't shining. No one here knows you're an angel! And yet, he can't stop feeling anxious. He's in some alleyway, but sees a figure up ahead. Green eyes soon shift to pink and he stumbles backward, almost losing his footing in the process.
Like what seems to so often be the case, Alastor had been drawn to this alleyway for one specific reason. A new and unique smell. Being in Hell for so long, he’s come to learn many smells. He knows what fresh and old blood smell like, how old blood smells like, and so much more. Some he doesn’t even want to know.
But what he smelt now was almost... To fresh. To clean. Not fresh and clean like a demon, because they still sting with the smell of the sins they committed in life, but something... Different.
Approaching the other, he’d have his hands crossed behind his back, firmly grasping that cane of his as he loomed over them.