After being gone so long the screams of pain an horror echoing about him take a little longer to fade than usual. With his hell cloak firmly in place Kuro lands, keeping his eyes to the ground. All around him demons are torturing souls in every which way imaginable. He is barely spared a glance by these demons hard at work, the task before them far more entertaining than a smallish demon trying not to be seen. His footsteps are quick and even, his eyes only darting up when there is need. He doesn't really need to look where he's going. He knows where his father is. Ever one of his children can tell where Satan is when in hell.

[i]'Man, the smell of this place. . .Nostalgic, but no less foul than I remember'[/i] This part of hell indeed permeates with a foul stench, but he isn't in the torture ring too long. The youngest son had landed just outside the demon's own personal hell, where most of them live or at least spend a lot of time enjoying themselves with less evil pursuits. His ultimate goal is the palace in the very center where he senses his father, however he didn't want “Pops” to be able to back track his path too easily. Unlike God, Satan is not all knowing and has to rely on his angelic talents. [i]'Unless of course he uses the book, but I know Pops. That would be too easy'[/i]

Once in the more “pleasant” part of hell it is harder for him to pass undisturbed, many a demon trying desperately to find a partner to either whip or bone. He isn't half way through the mass of writhing bodies laid out on the grass or slated stone before one of the realizes just who he is and in a flash a barrage of both proposals and slanders. Not really in the mood to put up with either due to his urgent need to get back to earth he partially erupts in black flame, the heat of it far hotter than any of them can pass through safely. They all back up, laughing and jeering however by the time he reaches the other side ten minute later it sputters out and he lets out a sigh. [i]'You know this? This I can handle. After coming into my own I can bat them off with a simple show of strength. However on earth? With humans!? Yeah. I almost prefer hell. . .'[/i] 

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Humming to himself the preacher bounces along the gravel road in his old pick-up, bopping his head to the music on the radio. His bible rides shotgun in the seat beside him, the symbolism evident to anyone who understand the word. Well, at least the way the Christians do. [i]'I wonder how the angel is doing today. Poor little guy, living with all those demons about'[/i] While consciously understanding the difference between the ones protecting him and the ones that want him dead, or enslaved, or whatever other horrible things demons can come up with, he doesn't in his heart feel there really is any difference. Aoba is being corrupted and to a devout man like Father Gerard, it would almost be better to be dead.

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Dani pauses, sticking his nose in the air. With a faint hiss he looks off towards the road where a dust cloud can be seen in the distance. He is now close enough to the angel that he doesn't have to shout and with another his he announces, “It's that damn preacher man. . .” Not waiting for Aoba he bounds over to the fence at the edge of the field, baring his teeth and growling at the approaching truck. He doesn't go too far from Aoba, not wanting someone to take advantage of his distraction.