Private Finished Graceful

It was evening, just after sunset, that a very frustrated Rem landed by the beach. Usually he put effort into landing gracefully, but he was too ticked off for that at the moment.

He started pacing back and forth, huffing and mumbling to himself while his hand occasionally gripped his forehead. “The nerve of that demon. To insist that I should feel bad or that I could ever fall. Me! Talking like he knows everything when he doesn’t know anything at all.”

He clenched his teeth and the angry pacing continued. “If only Sera was here, he’d know what to do. The angel to demon ratio of this island is all messed up...” He was quiet, for the most part. He didn’t think anyone was around but in his frustration he hadn’t checked too hard.

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Rem tensed up very suddenly when he heard the voice, turning one way to see nobody and then behind to lock his eyes on Ishvi. His face went pink in an instant. How long had they been there? How much had they seen? He should've looked around more. Why didn't he just fly home to the dorms. "You- You shouldn't sneak up on people like that..."

He squinted for a moment, quickly realizing something was off about this random person. Shortly after, his halo glowed and he flapped his wings to get just a little closer and inspect. There was a hesitant expression on his face and in his tone as he finally spoke. "You're a..." Then he found himself stepping forward a bit more. "You've fallen."

How disgraceful... A fallen angel, a real one. He'd never seen one in real life before, but he'd heard about them. Sera had fought one before. Supposedly once an angel had knowingly sinned, they would fall, taking on a truly ungraceful form. Nobody he knew aside from Sera had actually figured out much about it though and even Sera seemed to really dislike talking about it.

He looked almost disgusted for a moment, backing off a little now that he had confirmed that little detail. "All the survivors have fallen? No, I'm not from this world or whatever your's was, probably for the better from the sounds of it."

When questioned about why he was even on the island, he sighed. "I couldn't agree more. Unfortunately, the group of angels I'm associated with has become a little corrupted. They think my heart has been tainted by my mentor and that the only way to fix it is having me live here until it's just magically made better." As far as Rem was concerned, the whole ordeal was completely irrational. But he didn't really have a choice in the matter given that the alternative would mean never becoming a true guardian angel.

Rem squinted after the flickering. He hadn't been paying close enough attention to actually tell what exactly had happened or if his eyes were just playing tricks on him. He was quickly distracted, however, by the mention of them raising a half breed, quickly jumping to conclusions in his own head before they were proven incorrect by the rest of what the fallen angel had to say.

It seemed that perhaps those angels had to fight a great battle and a few of them ran away rather than facing it. And in their absence, the angels lost. Shameful. No wonder they'd fallen.

Focusing on the discussion at hand, Rem would sigh yet again. "Someone convinced them that demons could be innocent. And my mentor was not falling, neither am I. That's the thing, there's nothing actually wrong with either of us"

The flicker happened again, this time for sure, it wasn't in his head. There was just something wrong with this... thing. "I shouldn't even be discussing this with someone like you. I have no idea what you are, but you are certainly not an angel, that much is clear."

A half angel? Could a half angel even be considered an angel at all? And how did that even work? The concept was unheard of as far as he was concerned. Despite the confusion, he'd already decided that it was bad. Then, on top of being a half angel, they fell? Yeesh. Being a half angel was something he could almost overlook, given that it was more a fault on the parent than this one. But having fallen on top after being given such a chance to carry on living was just plain sad.

The demons aren't even?... Rem started listening again, with very judgmental eyes. The part about shadow demons being responsible for the downfall of their home, that made perfect sense. The part about falling being their fault? Also perfect sense. That bit about demons just being people who were born a different way rubbed him wrong though.

"Correct, falling was your fault. As far as my understanding goes, that is always the case." A tone of sorrow took over as he continued. "I am sorry to your home and the angels who resided there. That the demons were able to overtake them and that the angels it raised had betrayed them in their hours of need. Truly unfortunate." He expression took a turn when he shot a piercing glance right at the fallen angel. "And the way you speak of demons, after what they've done to your people... It's one thing not to be vengeful, but to speak in such a way about the ones who destroyed your home..." And then it turned to disgust. "Demons are demons, some may have convinced you they are different, but none of them are. You're too flawed to see through them."