"So, then..." The angel's voice lightly hissed as he examined the messenger which stood before him. "You mean to tell me all attempts to cleanse Ciel Phantomhive have failed?"
Among the proud statues of angelic warriors, glistening floor, and the glorious carved ceiling, the kneeling angelic servant seemed dull as the crystal room continued to glimmer brilliantly in the heavenly light. The curls of his white hair gently brushed the floor as he hung his head in greatest respect as the ring of prayers continued to serenade them both.
The man glanced up, his blue eyes meeting with that of the leading angel's "Yes, Lord Azreal. The boy remains unclean and unharmed. All of our current attempts have been for naught."
Azreal's pupils burned with loathing as he gritted his teeth, spreading his black wings as he stood from his crystal throne. If not for the silver cross embedded into his forehead and his white, priest-like robe, one could swear by the evil emitted from his body that he was an escaped demon from the pits of Hell. His midnight black hair stretched down to his lower waist and malice-filled silver eyes were a shade so pale they managed to make it look as if only his pupils adorned them.
The servant felt pure terror rush through his being as he shuddered, quickly averting his gaze to the floor yet again. His heart pounded as he heard the gentle thump of bare feet upon the ground.
Thump, thump, thump...
In Heaven, so few angels were feared.
Thump, thump, thump...
Except...
Thump, thump, thump...
Azreal, the Angel of Death.
He tightly shut his eyes, waiting for his severe punishment upon both delivering the bad news and daring to stare at such a heavenly figure. His hands trembled as he reached up to grasp the golden cross which hung delicately from his own neck, whispering a prayer of protection upon himself.
A pale hand suddenly grasped his chin, lifting the messenger's head to yet again open his eyes deeply look into Azreal's, piercing and merciless. He breathed shakily as his bottom lip gently quivered.
"Go," He solemnly growled, glaring down upon his current prey. "Send message to Kabedra that I desire her presence." Azreal quickly released the angel with a harsh shove, knocking him back a small ways before turning back to his throne. "Tell her..." He hissed yet again, fury pulsing through his veins "Tell her it is time to snuff out the truly unclean... and send them to Hell along with their precious demons."