“Why is it that an angel can fall, but a demon can’t rise?” Thanael's gaze was upon the clouds above, lost years away.
“Who says they can’t?” Izual glanced down at his claws, almost ponderously. “I won’t lie and say I’m entirely an angelic, but I’m far from the hellspawn I was not too long ago. I seem to be coming full circle here.”
His head tipped thoughtfully, curly mane falling off his shoulders and releasing a few stray bits of fluff. “Inarius seems to think demons can ascend no problems - we, the angels, just haven’t been trying out of fear and hatred and refusal to try and understand.” The massive fluffy angel sighed, and turned his attention towards the landscape. “He may be crazy, but Inarius has been right about a lot of things we didn’t want to think about.”
Izual’s lip curled as he recalled the newest addition to their flock. “And he seems to be making progress with that bone-demon he brought in.”
“I think falling is simply more common and explored than any kind of ascending.”
