Angellus Supremus

Izael shrugged his shoulders again, standing up afterwards. "I have no where to take you. Where else could you possibly have to be?" Spoke the angel, though it was much closer to a disinterested statement than a legitimate question. He paced around idly, tapping various bits of trash or articles of clothing out of the way. He walked up to the pile, lightly kicking one of the unconscious bodies' arms. "On occasion. I wasn't told to do much to stop you." He looked down at the body he was nudging with his foot. "Though it doesn't look as though you've got much left to do to them..."

"I planned on killing them" He nodded to the kitchen, "But it seems you... dispatched my girl." A laugh passed the fallen angel's lips, "Should I make another? What would your god have you do then, hmm? Would you kill an innocent to keep me here?" he asked, testing the waters, looking for a reaction.

Izael grimaced. He didn't enjoy the fallen angel prying at his intentions, or morals for that matter. A dreadful feeling washed over him as he contemplated the future of his mission with the degenerate beast before him. He didn't see himself enjoying it much; though as a Warrior Angel, he enjoyed little, his demeanor stuck in an alien passiveness and nonchalance. Emotions were a fleeting matter to them, for the most part. "I did." He confirmed. "Should you? Are you asking permission, or my opinion?" He asked, frowning as he paused a short moment. "Either way I give you neither. You will know what my God will have me do once I have done it."

"Is that your way of saying you wish to fight me?" Asariel challenged with a smirk, teeth flashing like daggers in the early morning light, "Warrior or not, I am much, much older than you and I'm most certain that you would lose. With our kind, age brings power unrivaled." He taunted, hands outstretched in some grotesque mockery of a crucifix.

Izael grimaced, glowering at the fallen angel as he tested and prodded him. "It is my way of saying you should shut up." He replied, lips pressed hard together into a flat line. "If you are so intent on provoking me into a fight, you may as well just strike me." He advised, his patience wearing thin with Asariel's gloating and taunts.

Asariel chuckled, "Well, it seems I might not have to keep you distracted much longer anyways. My master calls." he winked, glancing down and smirking wickedly, pointed teeth flashing like a shark's. His finger pointed downward as he stretched his wings, large, black, and pressing against the walls of the room like he was fit to make it burst, "So, I have places to be, if you don't mind."

(So, talked it over with Bey, here's my app)

Name: Doc Scratch
Age: Old beyond reckoning
Type: ???
Bio: A primordial entity, Doc Scratch is one of the oldest existing enemies of heaven. He represents 'strife' and 'change', and has, consistently, taken actions to worsen the world and twart the actions of heaven.
Vice: Pretty much all of them, though Doc Scratch's SPECIAL vice would have to be malice.

Izael's eyes stayed fixed on the fallen angel, a grimace on his lips as his charge told him that he intended to leave. Izael had been instructed to stay close; though he would tail the wretch from a distance. Whether he were meeting with his master or not, Izael was tiring of his company. His mission would be an arduous one; he only wish he knew the entirety of it. "I don't; keep in mind, however, I won't be far behind."

Asariel laughed, "Trust me, where I'm going, you won't be able to follow." he taunted. "Not to mention, I'm fairly sure I'm much faster than you. You finding me here in the first place was little more than a fluke, and I'm not quite in the mood to kill you at the moment." he admitted, playing with the skull ring on his finger.

Accepted.

"Fairly sure sounds uncertain." He pointed out. Izael shook his head at the fallen angel's words, rather resolved in his faith of a master plan. "There are no flukes, Asariel. There is no such thing as coincidence. There is a reason behind everything." He told him, sighing slightly before stepping back, looking around the room again. "Go, already. If I cannot keep up, I'm sure we will cross paths again very soon."

Asareil didn't need a second chance, or another word. He bowed his head, black wings spreading wide and shoving bodies out of the way against the wall. He smirked a grin, and launched skyward, breaking through the roof on his way in a flash of rubble and falling shingles, leaving Izael standing there alone.