Isakael rushed out of the room as soon as the bell rang and the door opened. He needed to breath, that was just too much information for him to bear with. He walk as fast as he could without looking suspicious, his hood far in front of him, looking at the ground to make sure that nobody would recognize him. Then the insane idea hit him. Going to Ezechiel's office. Looking around for something. He didn't even know what. Something to confirm what the other angel had told him, or maybe something to prove to himself that Ezechiel was planning something bad. It was as if he needed to justify to himself that the angels were bad to prove to himself that he wasn't. He walked through the corridor forgetting about the cold wind deeply, sinking in his own thoughts.
If he wanted to find Jezabel before the others, he needed more clues than just “the demon or the human world,” even those were vast.
He only noticed that he wasn't in front of his bedroom door when he stopped. It was Ezechiel's office. He started to prepare a lie, a believable one, a reason why he was here. He knew he couldn't really lie but he hoped that at least Ezechiel would like what he was hearing. He knocked at the door. No answer. He knocked again a little bit louder and the door turned slightly on its hinges. Isakael swallow in his dry throat and looked around. The corridor was deserted. Only the offices of the permanent conceal members were to be found here. He pushed on the door slowly, it creaked a little at first but soon stopped. Isakael breathed more easily.
“Is there anyone here?” He asked before sneaking in.
There was no answer. The office entrance was dark. There were heavy coats hanging on the right side with an umbrella, pair of shoes well aligned bellow them.
“What the hell am I doing here?” Isakael thought but it was too late to stop now.
If he wanted to find Jezabel before the others, he needed more clues than just “the demon or the human world,” even those were vast.
He only noticed that he wasn't in front of his bedroom door when he stopped. It was Ezechiel's office. He started to prepare a lie, a believable one, a reason why he was here. He knew he couldn't really lie but he hoped that at least Ezechiel would like what he was hearing. He knocked at the door. No answer. He knocked again a little bit louder and the door turned slightly on its hinges. Isakael swallow in his dry throat and looked around. The corridor was deserted. Only the offices of the permanent conceal members were to be found here. He pushed on the door slowly, it creaked a little at first but soon stopped. Isakael breathed more easily.
“Is there anyone here?” He asked before sneaking in.
There was no answer. The office entrance was dark. There were heavy coats hanging on the right side with an umbrella, pair of shoes well aligned bellow them.
“What the hell am I doing here?” Isakael thought but it was too late to stop now.
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