[rp log]
Dusty Priestess Dusty had spent an hour with Zee, calming and assuring him that Raphael would be fine. She'd made sure he didn't go after the demon he suspected of being the cause of the angel's death. She herself was not pleased with the news, but she was much more capable of keeping her anger under control. Of course she was used to dealing with unruly children. She didn't have a hard time finding the demon's apartment, easily tracking out his aura. She followed her sense to the door, pausing and looking around, cocking an eyebrow. Finally, after taking a calming breath she knocked on the door.
GrimmCild It was a few moments before the snap of the deadbolt opening broke the silence of the apartment hallway. The door opened and the demon stood regarding the woman. The reddish colour surrounding his eyes indicated either a recent crying session or severe lack of sleep; or both. His usually expressive eyes were a dull, glacial blue. "I remember you, from the Christmas party," Grimm remarked quietly. "Dusty, isn't it? Azrael informed me that you were coming...instead of him or Gabriel....." He dragged a hand over his worn features and pulled the door open wider. "Please, come in," The demon offered in a subdued, but polite tone. The apartment was dim, due to the curtains being drawn. It was orderly and neat, save for a scattering of Legos and a Barbie doll.
Dusty Priestess Dusty nodded when he remembered her name correctly. "Thank you. Sorry if I'm disturbing you." She said, equally polite to the demon. Generally she had no qualms with him, despite the stories Zee and Branwen came to her crying about. She tried to stay out of the affairs of others. She glanced around the apartment, searching to see if either Frank or Tyler were around. "I can not speak on the behalf of Gabriel, I don't think he would much appreciate me doing so." Gabriel had a bit more respect for her than he did most people, but only because she had snapped at him when he was being rude. "But I am here on Zee's behalf. He's very emotional right now."
GrimmCild "No...you are not disturbing me. The boy is visiting with Billie and Frank is....well, out somewhere." The demon turned on the standing lamp, illuminating the modest apartment. Azrael is emotional....so then he has heard the news already?" Grimm didn't seem all that surprised. He assumed since they were Archangels and brothers, they likely had a sixth sense about things like this.
Dusty Priestess "Raphael went to Heaven to beg for God to cast his gaze upon this city once again." She said, turning to look at Grimm. She rested her weight on one leg, her hip jutting out as she crossed her arms. "As well as, I'm assuming, forgiveness. But the first one...it is thought he did it because you spoke to him. Raphael is unstable, he has been for some time now. And yet he still tries to do what is best for others before himself. He has not slept properly for some time now, he has not smiled. Not a true smile. What did you say to him? Why would you do that? He was no shape to deal with whatever you had to say to him, he can't even handle his own life. There are other angels to talk to, they might not be as nice as Raph, but you didn't need to...ruin him." It was obvious she was upset, though she was doing very well at remaining calm, her voice staying soft, though it wavered on occasion. She cared for him, and she was afraid for him.
GrimmCild The demon turned to look at her in the soft light, tilting his head to one side. After a moment he sat on the couch with a defeated sigh, running his hands through his frosty blue spikes. He was used to having blame heaped upon him with no solid, or credible, evidence, accepting it as being par for the course when one was a demon. Grimm knew he did not deserve anyone's trust. He dropped his hands to his legs, his wrists resting upon his knees, long fingers dangling down. "You have said a lot, accused and hinted. I was told by Dominus Raphael to deliver a message should he fail to appear to me by a pre-appointed time, I was to tell his brothers, Azrael and Gabriel that he has fallen, and that he is dead."
Dusty Priestess She stared at him, her easy look hardening, her eyes slowly melting through colours. What was once a calm ocean blue bled into a blood red. Those were obviously not the words she wanted to hear. "I was not here to place blame on you. I know that, in the end, Raphael will have made his own decision. I simply came to ask why you would ask a man so obviously physically and mentally exhausted from trying for others to try for you. I do not dislike you, Grimm, I have no reason to. But you should accept your lot in life. You and me, we're demons, and in the eyes of your power hungry god, there is nothing below that. I predate your faith and so this knowledge doesn't bother me. You are seeking something you may never get, and in your desperate search you are hurting people. People I care about. And if you dare think that Raphael is dead, you are mistaken. Falling would not kill him, but set him free. Even if he doesn't see, even you don't. You are all slaves to a faith. I've been there, and I was set free, two thousand years ago." She shook her head. "But I didn't come here to debate this either. I came to see what you had to say to Zee, and find out why you would ask Raphael for help. But you're just as good as Branwen at avoiding direct questions." She was getting worked up and she had to close her eyes, take a calming breath despite the fact that she did not breath. "If Raph does turn up dead..." she opened her eyes, her fangs now visible as she spoke. "I will come and kill you as retribution. I do not blame you now. But I will if he dies."
GrimmCild As she spoke, Grimm's face showed a medley of emotions; mainly related to his obvious confusion. He waited a moment, studying her changes in a detached manner. "You again have said a lot and now you are threatening me?" Grimm shook his head slowly. "I can see you are protective of Dominus Raphael, and this current situation is upsetting you greatly. I do not know which point to address first, so I will try my best to explain." The demon placed his hands together, in a praying fashion, and leaned his forehead against them, before speaking in a grief-weakened voice. "I invoked his name in the Catholic Church of St. Jude as I prayed to him for guidance. We had a rather long and deep discussion at the Christmas gathering, and he had me promise I would call upon him if I felt in need of him. I did not know Dominus Raphael was in a weakened, or fragile state." The demon paused, like he was trying to recall just how Raphael had looked, and sounded last night. "He told me to remain strong in my faith, that although God no longer watched over the City, he would always do so as long as he was able. If Dominus Raphael believed that Heaven's light may shine upon the damned once more, then I too believe it." Dropping his hands down limply again, he tilted his head to stare at Dusty. "I swore an oath to him that I would do anything he asked of me, and I do not, nor cannot, break an oath. That is when Dominus Raphael placed his divine hand upon me and told me he had to go and I may not see him for several days, and that if he did not appear to me within five hours, I was to tell Azrael and Gabriel hat he has fallen, and that he is dead, as I said earlier. Those are his words, I am the messenger." The demon took a deep breath and continued, "I asked him not to go. I asked him to please not place himself in danger. And do you know what he said then? His exact words were, 'I am doing this for more purposes than one, my time on this Earth is growing more and more limited and without my doing this, I am afraid that all causes will be lost forever'." Grimm clenched his jaw shut at the sound of his own voice breaking. "He..then said....'Be sure to tell them that you have my blessing and that I wished you to bring them the news, so that they will not think it was you who killed me'.....as if I could..."
Dusty Priestess Dusty watched him steadily, her anger not ebbing. Though she was never one to act out on her initial emotions. "You should never have talked to him." She finally said. "This is exactly why I've been avoiding your faith and creatures since I first saw Christ walking down the street on that cross. I always knew this stuff would get far too out of hand. Isn't it obvious to you yet?" Her voice was calm, not blaming, not insulting, despite her words, "You're a demon. Your search for redemption is such a greed filled and hate inspiring thing that you are only doing more damage to yourself and those around you than you are good. It's in your nature. I try to keep out of these things, but I still see what goes on. Raphael is not dead, if you're so devoted to this faith, than have faith in that. And if you tell his brothers, his final reassuring words or not, one of them, if not both, will still try and kill you. Because of what you are. I'm sorry, but that's how that species is. Just how mine is irrational and blood thirsty. I'm sorry for taking up your time. I must get home to my daughter now. Have a good evening." And with those parting words she excused herself from Grimm's company and apartment.