Leras lets out a groan. "Already onto that? Kieri, this is on you. I am not doing it." The demon grunts before looking towards Cer again. 

Kieri tilts his head a bit, sighing. "Right. Weeeellll!" The one-winged angel says with a faked grin. "In short, this dates back... a LONG time ago. I mean, before Leras and myself. The whole 'angel and demon' thing, since a time after whats-his-name fell from heaven with many of the other angels. At least that is what we were told, this has been going on for a long, long, long time. Me and Leras have been doing this for... lets see." The angel stops for a moment, tapping his chin as if counting something. "Thirteen thousand three hundred and forty seven years, eight months, four weeks, two days, fifteen minutes, and seventeen seconds and counting! You two are supposedly reincarnations of the first ambassadors. 'Supposedly'." He states, offering a one-sided shrug. "Really cannot confirm such a thing though, because that whole 'reincarnation' business is just plain fishy to start with. Anyhow...! Why you two? No one really knows. They pick and choose whomever they feel like, I guess. You are given a mark before you are born and when the time is right, we come in and collect you and bring you in to do our jobs someday and we get to retire for a couple thousand years or so."

"But obviously it takes time for you to adjust and learn these important things. So those couple thousand years are more like... a hundred or so." Leras suddenly whines out, Kieri merely smiles towards his supposed dear friend. "Yeah... But that is the jist of it. Any other questions? OH, and where after this? Totally different places. At least for a little bit." 

Leras doesn't wait long as he promptly lifts both hands to either side of Cer's head. The demons hands would suddenly begin to glow rather dark with shadows... BEFORE he promptly smacks a hand on either side of his face rather roughly. The dark energy would seep into his body, promptly reaching in, attempting to draw out the young fellows horns... 

Neri just shakes her head, eyes now closed. "I am -NOT- unbearably short! I am the perfect size to kick you in the shins and to steal your wallet. Possibly steal your shoes and beat you with those, too!" She hisses. Despite having the wing marking... she seemed to be rather violent. But as Kieri said, most angels were while their wings were still growing in.