Asmael
"Is that so..." He put a finger on his chin and thought about this for a while. To be honest, he did not hate demons like his brothers and sisters did, but it was his duty to purify their filthy cells and free them. What if this were a test from Father to ensure his loyalty?
What a pain, even when docile, these sinful creatures still were a thorn on his side. But at this point, he cared little if they lived or died as long as humans were unharmed. All he cared about was Morningstar.
"Phew, thank goodness. To be honest, I loathe violence." His wings flapped freely, with an immortal sort of grace, and allowed him to close the gap and pat her red hair. This homunculus was absolutely a~do~ra~ble, demon in sight or not there was no way he'd let something so cute out of his clutches. After all, he was the Archangel of justice as well, and cute is justice.
But all of a sudden, something surprising happened. Surprising and terrifying. His face turned slightly to the back, along with his sapphire eyes, and he glanced at her with a smug smile.
"I'm sure you'd agree as well."