Kuro's eyes narrow slightly as Aoba asks to touch his brother's wings. [i]'Dani may be very liberal with his use of them, but he's kinda stingy'[/i] Looking over his shoulder as he clicks the fire off he half smiles at the sight of Dani giving in to the attention. The smaller demon enjoys the touch, though he would never admit it, and turns away so Aoba can't see the please glint in his eye. Kuro ladles out the soup into three bowls and brings them carefully to the table. He freezes midway between setting down the first bowl and the second one, the angel's question one he's not sure should be answered just yet.

Dani looks back to Aoba as his little brother finishes setting the table, returning to the kitchen to grab the koolaid he made while waiting for the soup to boil. “Well, because I was curious if growing up in hell as opposed to heaven and having demon parents would make us different.” He shrugs, “I mean, Papa i-” He freezes as Kuro gives in a sharp look. “What?!”

Kuro sighs, taking a seat on the floor. “He doesn't know about Papa. Angels aren't told about such things.”

Dani's eyes go wide. “But that's stupid!” He stares at his little brother for several long seconds, a silent communication going between them in which Kuro concedes, looking down at his soup as he waits for Dani to drop the bomb. Dani's eyes find Aoba's once more and his voice drops to his true tone. “I was wondering if half angels born and raised in hell are different than normal angels. After all, Papa is an angel. The most beloved before he was cast out with the rest he corrupted.” He waves a hand. “The others have changed a lot over the years, they can't really be called angels any more, but Papa was one of the first arch angels, so he's changed very little.” Kuro continues staring at his soup, eating slowly.

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The arch angel's grip on the mirror is like a vice, his eyes growing impossibly wide. “It can't, that's not. . .It's not possible.” He murmurs to himself over and over. From the moment Dani says that Satan, the epitome of evil in the universe, is and angel, Fenrir's mind begins collapsing in on itself. His breathing become erratic as he goes on talking as if the reveal was nothing more than common knowledge, a mere conversation piece. “God would have told us something so vital. How could this. . .I don't. . . .Demons. . . Demons, they lie! He must be lying!!!” Unable to look away he stares at the mirror, waiting, watching, somehow hoping there will be some way to prove that this can not be true. Praying that no angel was capable of the pure evilness that they fight on a daily basis.