"You really want to prove yourself, huh? Why don't you just stick with the job you have? There's no need to do anything you're not capable of. Let the others handle it." Sitting at a desk, an angel shuffled through papers, reorganizing them. Not once did he look up to the angel standing in front of his desk. That angel started to say something, with a look of determination on his eye, but was soon interrupted. An angel walked into the office, moving past Aoba, the one standing, and whispered something to the angel sitting at the desk. Aoba stood quietly, shifting on his feet, waiting for his answer. But like normal, the angels pushed him to the side, occasionally telling him to go with the younger angels. It wasn't that they were being mean to him, they just didn't believe he was ready to face the true work of the angels. He had finally put his foot down about his wants as a medic angel and visited the one in charge of displacements, and other important things, one being the medical staff. All the blue-eyed male wanted was to show the angels that he was as important as the rest. 

By their facial expressions, and how their wings ruffled every so often, the news had to be big. Aoba touched his halo gently and it glowed ever so slightly. "Fenrir, sir. . ." The young angel spoke slowly, stopping when both pairs of eyes were on him. "Could you at least give me a chance?" He mustered up all the bravery he could in order to speak out. He was answered with a soft groan and a shuffle of papers. The unnamed angel blinked and then tapped Fenrir's shoulder. Without a word, he pointed to a file in front of him and nudged the other angel once more. Both seemed to look as they got an idea, and Fenrir spoke, his eyes closing for a brief moment. 

"Alright. I'll give you your chance." Aoba perked up immediately, but paused when Fenrir lifted his hand. "But. If you bow out of this task, or you don't accomplish it. . . You'll be stripped of your medic status. You'll end up having to take the basics all over again." It was a risky challenge, but Aoba accepted it. 

"I won't let you down. I promise." 

The angel leaning against the desk merely sighed and shook his head. "You're aware of the new prisoner we have yes? If not, well, we've captured the son of Satan. His youngest one I believe. The male has some terrible injuries, and you'll be in charge of fixing them. Is this clear?" 

Aoba nodded quickly. There was a faint shock to know that he was going to be healing an extremely dangerous criminal. From all the stories, he knew that all of the sons were nothing but trouble- then again all demons were. It was what he was taught and it was a way of life. "I won't fail." And with that, he hurried off to start his new mission. 

As he left, the two angels looked at one another. "How long do you think he'll last?"
"He won't get through one session. But the kid had to learn the harsh reality someway. But when he does fail, he'll be out of the way. And he can easily be a messenger like some of the other angels." They weren't intentionally being as rude as they were, but it did prove that even angels weren't entirely pure. 

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Aoba quietly walked down the pure white mable walls of the prison. The only thing that wasn't completely white was the gray bars signifying the prison status. He held his medical kit tight in one hand, while he followed a prison guard to where he'd need to treat the demon. "Careful, he's s fighter. We'll be right here if you need us. Just call." 

The words didn't make him feel any more safe, but he simply nodded as the door was unlocked. Aoba hesitantly stepped in, seeing a figure off towards the corner. There was a chain wrapped around his ankle, and slowly Aoba could make out the many scars and bruises on his arms and legs, but he couldn't see his hidden face. "I'm- I'm Aoba. I'm going to be... your personal medic until you get better." He tried to sound brave but it didn't work as he planned and his voice came out shakily and quietly.