For a short moment, Raphael looked at Blithe another way. Again he felt sorry for her and what she had to go through. She didn't look like it, but going off of his own experience, Raphael figured that maybe she was still sorrowful for having been cast out from her society. That strange mixture of hatred and melancholy towards those you once called family had its way of taking its toll on you, Raphael wondered if she went through the same periods of sadness he did.

She was actually rather pretty too, although this definitely had nothing to do with the way he was beginning to lose his spite of her. Nope, not at all. The demon within him laughed, mocking his insecurity. 

"I've got something to handle," Raphael finally said. The demon avatar appeared again as it slashed the air before Raphael. A rift was created, and soon, they were both gone. Gone to the Dark Realms. Blithe probably could have followed if she was quick enough to pick up the trail of vanishing energy.

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"Raphael Castellon," spoke a rumbling voice. "The human of holy warriors who chose the darkness, who was granted control over dark powers by God Himself. We are bound by His orders and your proof of might not to harm thee. What brings you to the Infernal Library?"

"Knowledge," Raphael responds. 

"Knowledge? Why, God has already granted you much of the forbidden knowledge of darkness hidden from your kind. What more could you want?"