~~Third POV~~

Nothing but miles of dull gray's shading of the surroundings. A slow pace of a single pair of boots seems to make a steady beat against the dead grounds. A sway of crimson red blew in the shallow breeze. A flicker of a hazy light seemed to puff out into the air. The warmth of fire seemingly from nowhere but on further inspection there was a clear view of whom might've been the cause of the hazy light and the warmth of a fire. A demon walked across the barren land as more of their features were made out.

The demon in question was seemingly tall and in a fairly built tone and form. Along with the features of the demon. Being a male demon, he has short green hair and two long bangs with pink layers underneath his bangs. He wears a white dress shirt and a black suit accompanied with a black tie. He also seems to wear golden earrings and has pink horns which the shape of a tall steep curve pointing up. But also another feature he wore a pair of red-framed glasses with no top frame boxing for the glass. A crimson red fabric made into a cape was long and flowing that made the tattered ends looked like demons wings or even living flames. 

His name was Yosaflame, one of three champions that served the Devil of this world. Very loyal, what is rumored about him, stubborn and very intelligent some even eased onto the idea of how much this demon was devoted to the Devil. Much to many's displeasures, Yosaflame is a very well kept/quiet demon who when speaks sends chills down many's spins. A stern yet evenly toned voice wasn't very much expected from one that if looks could kill, be dead in the very moment he set his sight on the other. Cold piercing eyes seemed to scare about anyone all except to a few, his Devil, the other two champions, the Devil's two cat familiars, and an angel that Yosaflame despised greatly.

However, focusing on a task set by his Devil, destroy one of the God's outposts and kill everyone there. Take no prisoners was what the Devil demanded out of his demons from time to time. Yosaflame understood why his Devil told the others to take no prisoners as Angel's, though they are portrayed as holy and sinless, it has been proven otherwise that Angel's will fight dirty if they fool a naive demon into taking them prisoner. Causing chaos in the base and even leaking information at times. It's not necessarily a demand, more like a new fonded rule after the last angel that was taken captive. Remembering how he was the one to deal with that fiasco was something that sent shivers down his spine, due to how one moment the angel was killing some of his companions to gawking at him and even trying to flirt with him. 

There was a visible grimace on Yosaflame's face as he reached the area for the mission his Devil had assigned to him. In the few areas of shadow, there were other demons laying in wait for his command to attack this base that was far away from the main base and simply a military base like structure. Everything was silent, too silent. There were signs of life still there but no angel dares to file by the gate and get ready to defend. Yosaflame found this very unnerving that the angels are making no effort to acknowledge their presence being there. The rustling of clothing was the only noise as Yosaflame raised his hand into a fist to signal to the others to not move from their positions. Yosaflame became skeptical as he lowered his hand that was still in a fist and risked himself going closer to the base.

Walking closer to the base he gave a keen glare at the base. Calculating the materials and how big the base was Yosaflame moved his hand in front of him as he faint glow came from his hand before ignited into flames. Looking above him at the structure, he sighed as he placed his hand on the structure. His flames spread like wildfire and soon destroyed the whole base except for a box that seemed to be halfway buried into the dirt. Being skeptical as he was he slowly and cautiously approached the box before knocking on the box expecting nothing back. For a minute there was nothing but he sighed and looked behind him into the shadows and waved off the others. In which, they retreated with glee before there was a knocked back as Yosaflame prepared to walk away.

Fazed by the realization that his gestured knocks were answered back. Turning toward the box once more, the box slightly jiggled as Yosaflame studied the box before sighing and with a wisped of flames to his side he gripped his sword. With a quick jab in the crack in the box as there was a yelp and sounds of banging against the box were heard. But nothing after that, Yosaflame was confused as he thought that what or whoever is in the box got spooked by his actions and fainted. Shaking his head with a nudge against the crack and the box broke open and out came tumbling an angel of small height basically beaten to barely consciousness and since the fright made the angel faint he was unable to interrogate the angel or anything important. 

Groaning as if he knew this will be complicated he merely kneeled down as he laid his sword just slightly away from him and studied the angel more. Other than tattered clothes and bruising, open and infected wounds/cuts, he could make out the features of a certain angel that was seen at times at the God's side while entering the battlefield. Yosaflame will never vocal the admiration of skills of the enemy forces, but he observes and studies the attack patterns to get a better understanding of what strategies to use. Yosaflame was the one in charge of planning and strategizing the other lower rank demons into battle. He always led the charge into battle so he was well aware of others even this angel, whom only was skilled in archery, hence the reason the rarity of seeing this angel on the battlefield. 

The angel in question was indeed female but was on a smaller scale of height and even smaller built. It was strange but he silently noted to think of this angel as a young one that is basically put as back up due to young age or even maybe a weaker form of said angel. The angel had hair mid-dark gray color, reaching around knee-length, a standard halo with an ahoge through her halo a white hair clip with eight black diamonds on it. A gray dress with six dark gray diamond buttons that stopped at the middle of her thighs with an uneven hem and dark gray accents along the hem, thigh-high white boots with dark gray soles and three diamond buttons on the sides of the boots, and a light gray cape with three dark gray diamonds on each of the bottom of the side of the cape's opening with white cuffs with an uneven edge, a white capelet above the cape with a dark gray bow and a high collar with an uneven top, a white clip with eight dark gray diamonds on the right side of her head, and white gloves.

Yosaflame found it an unusual appearance but didn't question that many others had different tastes. Placing his pointer and middle finger against the base of her neck and slowly counted the beats of the angel's heartbeat. The female's heartbeat was hitching here and there but other than the few hitches of beats a living pulse strong enough for some survival. Yosaflame wasn't one to fully kill without reason but soon thinks otherwise as the angel's hand came up and grabbed a handful of his cape as a whimper escaped her lips and stuttered words. Yosaflame was shocked at this angel's actions but leaned in closer to listen to the angel's pleas for someone to help. Yosaflame frowned and sat back as he took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He can't possibly bring himself to kill a child. Here's the thing though looking scary and very deadly, he, himself was a kuudere. 

Though on the outside, his whole posture is stubborn, strict, almost heartless but on the inside for those who really got to know the flame demon was compassionate, soft-spoken, and even caring to others. He became torn by duty and pure pity for the female angel. Mercy killing is painful to bring to a suffering other but that was his thinking as he slowly reached for his sword but heard the angel speak to the void once more. A little louder than the last as if she was talking to the god, "Etihw, please listen there's a better way than being childish forever..... I hated how he treated you when it wasn't your fault...... I should've been punished and forgotten..... not you..... please Etihw, Lady Etihw please save the lives of others....... but there's a traitor amongst us they hurt me......I can't remember their name but there's a traitor....... they betrayed us..." her voice was concerning towards Yosaflame. He sighed and made his sword disappear in flames as he carefully picked up the angel and walked away.

The gray barren lands was all that he saw nothing green or any other color besides the clothing of others that color schemed to many individuals. The angel was limp in his arms as he walked closer to a rescue camp that was placed for angels who survived the attacks. However, many of the rescues died due to wounds or were mercy killed but peaceful drugs that the healer gave if it turned out that they could not be saved. On the borderline of the camp noticing that the healer was on their knees praying to a fresh grave. Another one that didn't make it, Yosaflame confirmed his guess as the healer got up and wiped a tear away.  He stood like a statue at the borderline as he studied this healer that choose to live out in the open but still hidden. He knew due to one time catching a fellow champion meeting this healer.  A Romeo and Juliet scenario, sad really but he kept it silent cause it helped his companion with work within the camp on the other side.  

The healer seemed to sense him as they looked over and gave a pleasant smile. The healer trusted him to keep the secret of the healer and his companions passionate relationship. Along with the angel in his arms, this angel was also a female. From what his companion told him, her name was Ciel, though it sounded like a male's name it's more used as a gender-neutral name. Ciel had long, light blonde hair tied with a blue accessory and green eyes. Wearing a dark blue cape with a cross print, stamped on its inner side, held by an accessory similar to the one holding her hair. She also wore a blue high waist dress; with a white lining near the hem, with long white cuffs, a white undershirt, similar to a nun, a pair of white gloves, white socks, and dark blue flats. Along with the standard halo and white wings.

"I thought that was you, Yosaf," A nickname that his companion told her that would be easier than saying his full name several times in a row, "what brings you here to the clinic? Did you encounter Sherbet again or is Lost hurt?" She had a honey-sweet voice as Yosaflame walked closer. From a relaxed and pleasant smile to a horrified and worried expression as she saw the angel in his arms. "GRORA," Yosaflame flinched a bit at the high pitch honey sounding voice. He had never expected that pitch from her due to her voice, Yosaflame didn't know the angel's name but Ciel did. Ciel picked up her dress a bit and ran over to Yosaflame, meeting him halfway onto the property, "What happened she has been missing for weeks now?" Ciel asked as she placed two fingers on Grora's neck like how Yosaflame did so before.

"On a mission to do a task for Lord Kcalb again came across a base that seemed suspicious so after destroying everything except a box," Yosaflame was one to never lie but knows how to cover anything he observes into detail that many may never understand, "I made the others retreat before the box moved and made noises so after making sure the coast was clear I broke open the box, I believe scaring her and well found her in this condition and well in all honesty I was thinking of mercy killing her before she grabbed my cape and started talking in her sleep about something very concerning. May we step inside for this?" Ciel nodded without any hesitation and gestured for him to follow her. Following behind Ciel, Yosaflame looked down at the angel for a quick moment and realized that the angel had now curled up against Yosaflame's chest. Yosaflame sighed, 'This will be a long night', he thought as he walked into the clinic's opening held by Ciel.

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