Doflamingo didn't bother to dwell more on the events that happened that day, and he sauntered back to his inner-city loft because eh, demons also liked to have abodes that weren't all fire and despair. Even though he had his own room and bed, he really didn't need much sleep. So early the following morning he headed towards where he knew another accident would happen: One that would be even worse than the day before, as this time it was going to involve a rather full school bus. Reaching the predestined spot a few minutes before hand, he threw his cigarette to the ground and crushed the glowing stump under his heel before entering another cafeteria and ordering himself black coffee. He sat in the corner beside a window and looked through it as he decided who he would be sparing that day.

Out and walking briskly in the cool morning, it wasn't too long before Roci arrived on scene. After the massive fuck up yesterday, the angel was honestly surprised he had received another calling. This was going to be a big one though; he could see it just by looking at the people standing around. It was a bit ironic, but when he could foresee a lot of good actions in people, it was usually because something terrible was about to happen. And today he foresaw a lot of good in the people gathered on the street.

There was a coffee shop across the road, and though he was tempted to warm his fingers while he gathered his thoughts and observed, he decided not to enter. Last time hadn't been a great experience, so instead he took a seat on a sidewalk bench, stuffing his hands into his coat pockets to keep them warm. People generally would ignore a stranger sitting on a bench; no one would come to distract him if he just sat there and looked grumpy.

Doffy was waiting for the accident to begin when he suddenly felt an odd sensation in his mind. The fate of the accident changed, though minutely. Another victim appeared. He scanned the street out the smudged window, looking for the singularity that had altered the outcome, and he spotted Roci sitting on a bench outside of the cafeteria. He felt a vein in his head twitch as he realized who had changed fate.

That idiot, he scoffed, letting out a sigh. Didn't he know that the accident was going to destroy that bench along with half of the street? Obviously the angel didn't have a very good perception of fate, otherwise he would've been able to see the whole scene play out before it happened. He also would've noticed that he would be caught in the middle of the bloody thing. It was an ability most angels and demons had, which kept them from getting accidentally killed while they worked, but Roci appeared to be lacking this intuition. Doffy was tempted just to let the stupid angel die there, but something inside of him decided against it. There would be enough casualties today.

Tutting he stood up with his coffee and opened the cafeteria's door. "Roci," he called him, gesturing for the angel to come closer. He really was in the worst place to watch the show.

Roci looked up at his name being called, and his mood immediately darkened when he saw who it was. Shit, again? Why is this guy here… he thought, and set his jaw. He knew there would be other higher ranking angels near the area today, but it was just his dumb luck that it was this one. Begrudgingly, he stood up and walked toward Doffy. The other probably had some information about what was going to happen, and it would be irresponsible for Roci to ignore him. "What?" he said quietly, hoping for just a quick talk, but Doffy grabbed the front of his shirt and almost dragged him inside the door.

"You are an idiot," Doffy announced, although it wasn't big news. He made Roci sit in front of him and grabbed his coffee again. "The accident is going to kill you too if you sit there." He tutted again, annoyed. "Don't you know how this works?" He really felt sorry for whoever had Roci as his guardian angel. That person was really screwed, if not already dead.

This guy really ruffled his feathers. Roci scowled at the other. Doffy certainly was blunt about things, but he ignored it for now. "I'm not...as high ranked as you are. I can't see how the accident is going to happen. I just know it is from the looks of others." It was annoying, but it was true. Roci just wasn't up there with most other angels, and it was probably because of his clumsy nature. Maybe God just didn't trust him enough and felt it was better that he improvised rather than screw up his plan with his awkwardness. "...So…maybe you can help me out a bit," he said quietly. He didn't want to ask, but after yesterday... "What exactly is going to happen?"

Doffy, scoffed. Roci had to be a really low ranked creature in that case, so the demon couldn't help but to ask the obvious. "And how come such a clumsy and low ranked individual ends up being sent on such important missions? Poor mortals," he said, looking through the window and being close to pitying them. Close.

Who in their right mind had sent Roci? No one probably. Doffy was starting to wonder if he had escaped and he was trying to do some other angel's work.

"I have to move up Jacob's ladder somehow, and I can't do it by just sitting around," Roci huffed. He still didn't know what his role here was… that was yet to be figured out. He had only gotten a calling to be there, and strangely, nothing else. Unless that was it, and God just wanted him to observe how the other experienced angels handled situations like these.

"Well. What's gonna happen is that a bus is going to try and stop because an old man is crossing the street, but he won't be able to stop in time," Doffy told the other. "So fate has it that the driver will try to swerve around the old man, but he'll crash against one of the stone arches holding up the bridge. The bridge will fall over and destroy half of the street. Six kids, two women and the driver would die in the accident," he finished, sipping from his coffee calmly.

Roci mulled over the explanation Doffy gave him: the accident sounded like it would be way worse than yesterday. Too many innocents would be caught up in this…

Then it happened, God gave him a new calling, right there in the coffee shop. It wasn't like a voice, resonating out of thin air that told him what to do. It was just an urge, a very deep, profoundly strong urge that made his heart pound when it happened. Prevent. Roci's eyes widened and he gripped the chair hard as the calling swept through him. The word circled over and over in his mind. Prevent. Prevent prevent preventpreventpre-.

Then, as soon as the word seemed to appear, the calling subsided. Roci gasped as it stopped, and pried his fingers off the wood chair he was sitting on. So he was fated to be a part of this it seemed…He looked over to Doffy, wondering if he had felt it too. But the man just sat there, a frown twisting his brow. "The old man…" Roci said, catching his breath again. "If we get to the old man first, pull him out of the way or something, the accident won't happen right?" As he watched Doffy, the angel suddenly had an idea. The guy was strong, he had to be if he was as high ranking as he looked, especially since he was able to move the metal streetlamp easily enough. "The bus...Can you stop it somehow?"

Doflamingo had just heard the faintest of murmurs instead of an actual calling, but when Roci spoke he understood that he had heard right even if it was a murmur. Silently he nodded, calmly drinking his coffee. "I stop it and you save the old man?" he asked. He could destroy a wheel or fuck up the engine so it would stall before it got to the old man. Doflamingo would make sure it had a smooth stop to save the children. He always had sort of a soft spot for kids. It was very unlike what a demon should feel, but he didn't question it now.

"Will you be able to do that or will you spaz out and get everyone killed?" he inquired, but he was smiling, standing up and heading towards the door. He assumed Roci was following him so he continued talking.

Roci stood up from his chair, stumbling slightly over his wings as he went after Doffy. He was glad the other had his back turned. He really needed to do something about his wings. "I can do it, and it's not like I can fuck this up, else I'm dead too," he said as he reached the doorway.

"Do you know who the old man is, or do you need me to point him out?" Doffy asked.

They stepped into the chilly air and Roci looked around, trying to spot the old man in question. Halfway down the block and walking toward them, the angel saw an elderly man with a cane. He was marked for death. "That one," Roci pointed. Doffy just nodded his agreement.

Doflamingo was aware that when he stopped the bus, unless Roci was much more stupid than he thought, he would realize that power didn'tbelong to an angel. Nor to an archangel. And seraphims sure as hell never came to the earth to judge mortals or to save them from accidents. They were too powerful yet too busy kissing God's ass to come play down in the dirt with them. But there was no helping it now. "You take care of him. The bus is coming," and he gestured Roci to go help the old man.

Doflamingo moved himself to the middle of the road, walking directly towards the yellow bus he saw coming. It was a few hundred meters away, but a few seconds afterwards it was considerably closer. He extended his hands, the nails growing and getting sharper, showing his true nature underneath that human façade. Then he focused on worming the strings of his power through the intricate workings of the engine. The bus, enveloped by his power, slowed down. There was a loud grinding noise as the engine broke. It moved a few more meters forward before it stopped completely, smoke rising from beneath the hood. Everyone was safe...

It only took a few seconds for Roci to reach the old man, and put his clumsiness to good use for once. He tripped into the grey-haired geezer and they both went tumbling to the ground, far away from the street corner. Then, he apologized profusely as the old man cussed and made a scene, but his eyes were on Doffy now.

After stopping the bus, Doflamingo hid his hands in his pockets. He felt how the long nails tore the fabric within but he didn't care. While he could turn invisible from time to time, other supernatural beings would have been able to see through his trick and witness the demonic transformation his hands had undergone. Supernatural beings like Roci…

And he did see. Watching the as whole scene unfolded, Roci's heart dropped with sudden realization. Angels couldn't do that. Not even the highest ranking ones. Angels didn't grow long, sharp claws; they had no need for them. He felt himself go numb as Doffy turned to face him.

A demon. Doffy was a demon. How had he not seen it before? He was almost scared to look at him, but something else wasn't adding up. Why was Doffy saving people? Real demons didn't save people… Roci slowly got up from the street, but was hesitant to go over to the other. God's law prohibited angels and demons from interacting. However, doubt was filling the angel's mind. If Doffy really was a demon, his behaviour was...odd to say the least.

Assuming that Roci had guessed what he really was, he looked at the angel one last time and turned, walking towards the building in which he lived. Perhaps he shouldn't have helped… but if he hadn't some of those kids would have died. Yet God had the gall to ask something that one of his angels couldn't achieve, and he had not sent any help. At least, he didn't see any other strange activity marking the work of another angel. For all he knew, the only one that had been around to help was himself. But the look Roci was giving him told him his actions hadn't made a bit of difference. Demons were demons after all, huh? Hated, despised, feared…

He rolled his eyes lightly at the thought. Doffy didn't look back as he left the scene. He knew everyone was safe and he really didn't need an angel to point out any 'oh you are a demon, you're trash of the world' high and mighty skit.

Roci watched as Doffy left the scene, but he had too many questions to let the demon just disappear into the city like that. So after getting away from the vivid old man, he tailed Doffy. Admittedly, it was difficult to keep up as Doffy took twists and turns through the decrepit backstreets. Once or twice Roci bumped into a trash can, but was able to right them before they crashed to the ground and gave him away. Doffy's bright shirt was the only thing that kept Roci on track, as he would catch a glimpse of it as he rounded the corner or crossed the streets. It was only when they reached a section of the city with looming, dark looking skyscrapers that Doffy slowed down. So Roci waited in the alley for Doffy to make his next move.

Doflamingo was that lost in his own thoughts that he never noticed Roci following him. In his mind there was the same song as ever, about good and evil and things he was or he wasn't supposed to do. No. He didn't seem to fit anywhere. While on other missions he had proved that he could be the cruelest demon of them all, but he also knew how to forgive and how to help someone that needed help. One part of him knew that if he was ever to become king of the hell he would have to abandon all the little good there was left in him... And only after that would he unleash the apocalypse, raising hell and being bloodthirsty and merciless asn was expected from a demon. Yeah, that… Sighing he entered his building and pressed his floor number on the panel of the elevator.

Discreetly, Roci quickly slipped through the buildings front doors and spotted Doffy at the elevator. The door was just about to close, so he darted over and stopped it from shutting all the way. He stood in the cramped elevator across from Doffy, the doors sliding shut with a small 'ding', and Doffy's face twisted into an incredulous look.

"Looks like we have some time to chat," Roci said lightly, noticing the elevator was bound for the top floor. Roci gave a slight smirk, "I've got some questions…"

He should have seen that one coming. Doffy's eyes narrowed, turning to a shade of purple. Demon's eyes were usually red, and their natural color was starting to mess with the light blue of his human eyes. A bit of an unwelcomed side effect from using his power.

"Questions? And what makes you think I'm going to answer them?" He honestly was expecting to be despised by that angel, thus he acted particularly cold toward the other.

"Because I think you need the answers just as much as I do," Roci said, giving a small smile. He could tell Doffy was pissed, but that aura instantly disappeared the moment the words slipped out of his mouth. "What exactly...you know...are you? I can't figure it out." He stared deeply into Doffy's discoloured eyes, not sure if he would find the answers in there or not. For a moment there was silence, aside from the dinging sound as the elevator travelled past floor after floor.

A frown appeared on Doffy's forehead. What was this guy trying to do? Was he trying to play the 'look how nice I am because I'm an angel' card? The cruelest people he had met weren't, funnily enough, demons. They were humans or angels that thought of themselves as better than any other being.

"I know what I am." His eyes narrowed further. "And you know it too." A demon, did the angel really need any more explaining then that?

"I don't think you do," Roci said. "You definitely aren't an angel, but...you aren't a demon either." Roci tilted his head, examining Doffy from head to toe. "Back at the accident today, I saw good in you. A whole lot more than last time too. Demons aren't supposed to have that. It's just dark and empty. And I thought I saw feathers…" he said, tentatively reaching out his hand towards Doffy's back.

Doffy's hand instinctively stopped Roci's by the wrist with an iron grip, not even thinking that the contact would make his wings visible. His huge black wings, folded on his back. "Have you ever met a demon before?" He growled, a threat in the undertone of his voice.

"You'd be the first…but I don't think you are," Roci said, trying to pull his wrist out of Doffy's cool grip, but the other didn't let go.

Doffy took a glimpse at the space behind Roci's shoulders and he saw that he had been right all that time. A low ranked angel. But angels were his natural enemy weren't they? Shouldn't the angel be a bit more cautious? "I am a demon." he said automatically, like someone that has been saying the same over and over again, trying to convince himself that he was indeed one. "...and you should know how dangerous we can be. I would leave if I were you." he warned. His eyes were fixed on Roci's.

Roci held his ground and stared back at Doffy. He didn't want to show weakness now, but it felt like Doffy was breaking his wrist, and he was slowly lost sensation in his fingertips. His hands weren't cold. They were chilly, like he had bad circulation, but they weren't outright cold, Roci noted. Eventually though, he had to jerk his hand free. It throbbed a bit as the blood rushed back into his fingers, small pinpricks jabbed his nerves in the palm of his hand.

The elevator's door opened and Doffy stepped out with the keys to his home in his hand. His nails were normal again. He opened his door, but he didn't enter just yet. Roci was still staring at him.

In the hallway outside Doffy's door, Roci felt an odd force acting upon him, and just like a calling, it was giving him a strong urge to just leave. It made him feel uncomfortable, and he didn't want to stick around much longer. "Maybe one day you'll see it," Roci said, holding the elevator doors. "And...thank you, for helping today I mean…" He shoved his hands in his jeans, and the elevator doors slid shut. The 'demon' was right, he wasn't going to get any answers today.

Doffy said nothing and entered his house, closing the door and locking it behind him. Once he was completely alone he sighed, defeated. That had been a harder conversation than it should've been, but every time someone tried to convince him that he wasn't completely evil he was again flooded with doubts and unpleasant thoughts. He would rather be evil being than morally confused in all honesty.

He was about to shower and forget about that day when he felt it. There was a strange feeling in the air, a heavy aura lurking somewhere nearby. Something was about to happen, and he had a bad feeling that the clumsy angel was going to be involved in it. He rushed outside of his apartment, opening the door and mashed the button for the elevator, but it was at the ground level.

Fuck Doffy cursed. He used the stairs, jumping and gliding to avoid falling and he got to the first floor. He rushed to the doors and saw Roci about to cross the street. That's when he got a clear glimpse of fate, and it made his legs move faster than he thought they could. He sped across the sidewalk and grabbed the idiot by the neck, jerking him back just as a huge trailer passed by, the horn sounding loudly. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Just a second later and Roci would be dead most likely. Which would've been fucking awesome for his demon reputation.

He was panting, but he managed to roar at Roci all the same. "You don't know how to fucking take care of yourself do you?!"

Roci's heart was beating equally fast, eyes wide as he realized that he would've been killed had it not been for the other. But something was weird…That big rig had come out of nowhere, and he was pretty sure trucks like that weren't even allowed to be driving in this part of the city.

Then he felt it. A heavy presence descended upon him, and the air grew hot and still. "Doffy," he panted, eyes looking around the street. Something else was here, hiding in the shadows of the tall buildings. More specifically, a higher ranked angel was nearby, judging from the heaviness of the air. Shit...so there had been another angel back there! Roci inwardly cursed. And they no doubt saw when Doffy used his...not so angelic powers. He started to warn the other. "Doffy, there's another-"

Roci's words were cut off when a large trash receptacle slammed into them, throwing them to the ground. Roci got to his hands and knees, warm blood running down one arm, still unable to see who or where the attacker was. But it was clear what was happening. Another angel had seen him and Doffy working together, and now he was going to be punished for it. "Another angel saw me with you…!" Roci hissed, looking for the other angel in the shadows of the tall buildings.

That pissed him off. That pissed him off a fucking lot. Using his keener senses, Doffy turned his face towards the source of the superior angelic power and a low growl eluded him. His teeth had sharpened, and he bore them menacingly. It barely took him more than a second to spot that angel, peering out from behind a wall near an alley. An angel that was punishing Roci for interacting with him? What the actual fuck.

The first blow had caught him off guard but now Doflamingo was prepared. "I got this." Was all the explanation given as he unfolded his large, pitch black wings and took off. Doffy was a fast flyer, and before the angel had time to react, Doffy had reached him and his long fingers, with their sharp nails, curled around his neck tightly.

"What do you think you are doing? You cannot punish me or him!" That was only a half-truth, as the angel could indeed punish Roci. But it hadn't been Roci's decision to interact with him, so it didn't seem fair to say it wasn't his fault. And only the seraphims or God itself could punish Doflamingo. That angel was neither of them.

Doffy was so awfully tempted to snap that angel's neck… sharp nails scratched the white skin until blood dripped slowly down his throat. "It wasme that spoke to him first." His hand tightened and the angel begun to choke for air, but Doflamingo finally released, pushing him away violently. "Tell your fuckin' boss that."

Stumbling a bit before catching itself, the angel looked Doffy, square in the eye, challenging him. "God's will prohibits the interaction of His holy servants with the fallen," the angel rasped, "no matter who is at fault, they shall be punished accordingly under the divine law." He stood his ground, but didn't move in for another attack. "This is no matter for scourge like you to interfere with," he spat.

Roci could see the anger practically boiling over in Doffy, so he managed to slip himself in between him and the other angel before blood really began to spill. The last thing he needed was for Doffy to go berserk and kill one of God's servants. That would only bring more angels down upon them. "Stop, just stop!" Roci shouted, his back towards Doffy as he used his wings to push the demon back. He held out his open palms to the other angel, showing that he had no plans on resisting. "At the very least, allow me to repent my actions." Roci said, and hoped that would set the other at ease. "Forgive me…I didn't know he was-"

"See that you do," the superior angel growled, cutting Roci off. His aura was way larger than Roci's, and it pressed heavily on his shoulders, making him feel like an ant carrying a stone. "And cut ties with that filth. No good can come of it. This is your only warning." After the angel gave him one last disapproving look, he unfurled his great, snowy wings and disappeared into the night.

Doflamingo was ready to kill the other. The anger had been boiling inside of him, to a point in which even after when the other had left he felt tempted to follow him and rip off those wings and let that fucking prick fall and crash onto the earth. And hopefully die. But Roci was in the middle.

Filth. He had called him filth. Doflamingo's teeth were clenched, the fangs digging deep into the flesh of his mouth. He could taste his own blood. No one got him that pissed and walked away from him, and he knew that sooner or later he would find that angel and get rid of him. There was a fire in his eyes that marked that angel as he disappeared. Wherever he hid, Doffy would find him, and show him the consequences for provoking him. That angel had no authority over Doflamingo.

He didn't say a thing to Roci, just flapped his huge wings in irritation before folding them back, and after cursing and headed towards his house again. He didn't want and he didn't expect Roci to follow after what happened.

And Roci didn't follow again. He had his own repentance to get through, and maybe it was good to stay away from Doffy for a while. While it was unlikely the angel would report his misstep to the seraphims, he was definitely going to be watched for the next couple of days to make sure he didn't work with Doffy again.

But the curiosity still burned deep within him. Roci wasn't going to let Doffy go that easily, not until he had the answers. He would just have to be patient.