When the moon was full and shone it's radiance gracefully, that's when Loewen would sat at the rooftop. Ignored his human form, he let out a long cry, similiar to a wolf's cry. On the other side of the roof that was out of the moon's sight , Izryl was watching the stars. The roof's narrow surface didn't bother them at all.

"I know you're there, mademoiselle," Loewen smiled, noticing her presence.

"..."

"If you wouldn't mind, you could have a seat beside me,"

Loewen stood and turned to look at the woman who was listening to him. Izryl walked toward him, slowly revealing her figure. Bathed in the moonlight, her wings and her body seemed to glow in soft white light.

"Well well, good evening, Miss Angel," Loewen put his hand on his chest and bowed.

"Your wings are truly astonishing as the rumors said,"

Loewen praised, but Izryl was silent and sat next to him. He raised his shoulder and sat back to watch the moon with her. It was long silent until Izryl finally asked.

"Who are you?"

"Ahaha, please excuse my rudeness. My name is Loewen, a cerberus. I'm the great lord Maxis' loyal servant," Loewen looked deeply at Izryl's ice blue eyes.

"I am Izryl, an angel. Loyal servant of God,"

"Oh, I've known that," Loewen smiled.

"What do you follow your lord for?"

"Because he created me. I'm created only to assist him. That's what I live for. How about you?"

"The angels created to take care of His creations, because none of His creations are capable of facing Himself in this world,"

"Hmm, that's the opposite from my lord's current condition, then. The devil king's strength was fading, and I was to find grimoire to recover him,"

"..."

"..."

When he thought more about it, the more his chest felt hot. The thought of Ritsuka, offered to the demon king. Even though he was her own father, Loewen wasn't so sure that his lord would't take all of her blood to regain his power. Well, if demon king don't get her on his hand, the vampire king would do it instead, anyway. All road led to a dead end for her.

"I feel it,"

"Pardon?"

"The envy, in your heart,"

"What should I envy of?"

"Your lord," Izryl's word struck his heart, and he frowned.

"That's impossible,"

"Humans and devils do have desires, after all,"

"I'm just to follow him and serve him. I'm not planning on betraying him,"

"Maybe not, but that feeling exist,"

"..."

She's right. I'm all green with envy. Even if I'm the one who get her and the grimore, I'm to give it to him. I'm no more than a servant. There are no choices for me. All dead end. Loewen though as he looked at the moon.

"There are a words that could cause pain and fight. One of them is..." Izryl looked at him, but he kept looking at the moon.

"..."

"If,"

If I were the king.

Once again he let a long different howl that colored by his mixed emotions, followed by another howl from other directions.