Clemence

“That disgrace of an archangel still likes to go by Gabriel. Even if you fall, deep down you know your true nature.”

“Zadkiel was also your name was. Technically, it still is. You just choose to use a nickname to try and cover your own past.”

“And I am not above fighting back if you attempt anything. Don't start pointless fights that could end badly for you, Zadkiel.”

“You sound like you truly believe that. Endearing. Again, I'm not here for you.”

“Relax, I did not come for you. Not yet, at least.”

Waving slowly.

It was about time to take his vessel back.

Gasp—! Nope, he’s turning around and scampering away on all fours.

Grabbing his own ears, peeling them off his head and eating them. He’s not listening now. Sulking clown.

Blink blink blink. “Hey. Hey, no. No, hey.” Pointing a finger at him. “Noooo, that’s not allowed. Don’t say that.”

Narrowing his eyes, he turns his head away and huffs out a cloud of thick black smoke. “You can’t make me.”

Demonic puppy eyes. “I don’t want it.”

Whiiiiiiine. “Why? What did I do?”

“No deal. Kisses. Only kisses. Yes?”

“Muzzle? No kisses. No muzzle? Kisses. That’s the deal.”

“Mental note… No muzzle. Just kiss the boy, yes?”

Snapping his features back to normal and grinning at him just a little too widely. “Better? Yes?”

His actual mouth? That’s now an eye. And he’s blinking at him innocently. “…What?”

One of his eyes is popping out, replaced by a long, serpentine tongue that licks Andrastan’s hand. Totally normal demon things.

The demon is pouting now, bottom lip wobbling to emphasise his sadness. “Traitor…”