The angel did nothing but smile. He expected Bel to be fine with jumping off a building- even one that was easily ten stories high! He was met with the desired result. WHat did a great demon have to fear? Other than what Harp had been assigned to, that is. No demon could stand up to THAT. Not even one of the Archdemons the Seraphs managed to capture. And Bel didn't seem like an Archdemon to him anyways. 

Harp breathed out carefully. He was going to try and summon some kind of flight device, something similar to wings. Though in all honesty, he had pulled Bel into this on a whim. Harp wasn't even sure he could come close to pulling this off. Focusing the heavenly soul manifested in his body, Harp tried to materialize wings. There were those that fashioned them out of a metallic substance, or even out of pure, glowing energy, but Harp wanted the good old-fashioned avian type. However, after a few seconds of attempting to summon them, he realized that he just couldn't. 

It was like throwing someone who had lived their whole life on a tropical island on a cold mountain and telling them the only way to get down was to ski. IN other words, it was nearly impossible. There was a small, less than fathomable chance that Harp could have, but he was not an exceptional soul. He was a cupid. "I... I don't think I can-" But before the angel could finish his sentence, there was a flash of light. Something hit the two, slowing their descent. Whatever the thing was, it was incredibly fast. It struck from all directions, but its blows didn't hurt. 

"Harp... Just turn him in..." A male voice echoed, before the two hit the pavement roughly, but much softer than if the being didn't interfere.