Aoba's vehement rejection of the idea of having been frightened is almost enough to make the tall demon pick him up and squeeze him until all the cute leaks out. However, Kuro knows batter than that. [i]'He just got held against his will by something not one hundredth my power and is freaking out. If I suddenly seized him, he'd fall to pieces'[/i] Pushing aside his urges to defile the adorable little angel Kuro lets out a sigh and nods. Raising a hand above his head, small purple lights appear over his palm, a faint hum emanating from them. Concentrating on where he wants them to go he flexes his hand gently and they rise up, each growing to the size of a melon before racing off to take their places. Once they are set and settled Kuro turns his attention to the impatient furalin.

Dalia headbutts him a few times while he chuckles, but he manages to get the harness on in to time. Once it is on the curious beast sets about exploring the plow while Kuro hitches her up. She has no need for a halter, the guidance he provides with his energy far more accurate. Glancing over his shoulder he spots Aoba showing his first real sign of understanding what it takes to control a hell beast, the forced eye contact rather commanding for the angel. Chuckling softly he look over at Dani, his smile widening at the sight of Dani's confusion. Singing quietly Kuro takes his place and lifts the plow so it isn't touching the ground while they head over to where they are to start. Dalia shakes her head, her antenna wrapping around her head with each twist until at last she settles.

With a click of his tongue she begins moving exactly how he wants her to, and in no time the demon feels ready to begin. He casts one last glance at Aoba, a fond smile on his lips. As soon as he is sure the angel doesn't need any help he sets to work. With each turn he comes closer and closer to the other male, however he keeps his mind on the work, Dalia's little queries this way and that not throwing them off course. [i]'She knows better, and has the urge to please. Dani bred that out of his beast, making them too independent, and slightly unruly. Though, I guess that suits him. Him charging into battle is more like throwing an active chainsaw into a pack of pit bulls than an actual battle charge'[/i]

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With a groan Fenrir once more lock himself in his office, flopping down like a limp rag. [i]'You would think they were all back in training, all the mistakes they made, all the hesitation. This new influx of wounded is making them second guess themselves at every turn!'[/i] Letting out another groan he covers his eyes and spends several minutes in a very undignified position, just letting the stress seep out of him. The very nature of heaven makes this a rather simple, the place designed to make it's inhabitants comfortable. However after not too long his lack of stress almost reversed as his mind wanders to the mirror hidden in his top drawer. 

[i]'I really should stop. . .'[/i] he muses, peeking out from under his arm at said drawer. His body seems frozen for almost a full minute before his arm flops down, hand landing on the handle. [i]'Might as well. I know I can't stop now. . .'[/i] With a sigh he pulls the handle and takes out the mirror. Unfolding the cloth with almost shaking finger, unsure of what he is going to see this time. The fog clears quickly and it takes several long seconds for him to understand what he is seeing. When it finally hits him however it is all he can do not to faint.