"Hey 'Kiel you sulkin' again?" Almas calls from outside of your bedchamber door.
"Why would I be sulking?" you ask, standing at the large open-swung window, turning the colored pieces of Ringing Glass you have hanging in front of it.
"Because you have to go to the middle realm with prince stubborn without me of course." your weapon teases, walking through the door.
"I could just ask if you can come with if you're that concerned about my safety Al."
The yellow Rose shaped piece of glass turns and catches the light, tinting Almas' dark skin and eyes with gold. He's so terribly transparent to you, no matter how casual he tries to be. He blinks slowly and looks down at his feet, hands in his pant pockets.
"I'm just worried that something is going to happen, and if I don't go with you to make sure it'll get to me."
You chuckle, and he cracks a grin.
"I appreciate the concern, I'll bring up the proposition with Abaddon."
"He might get suspicious though, if you tell him it's because I'm worried he'll wonder what there is to be worried about ya' know?"
"I'll just say you're interested in seeing the middle realm or something, I'm sure he'd get it."
"Hey Abaddon, can we talk for a second?" you ask, knocking on his open door. He's sitting at his desk looking over a bunch of papers.
"Sure." he says without looking up, running a hand through his short, ashy blond hair.
"So about the conference-"
"We're going whether you like it or not Zadkiel."
"I know that, Almas wants to come with."
"Your weapon?"
"Yes."
"Is it a necessity that he accompany us?"
"Yes."
"You're that close?"
"Well, we're a pair."
"I guess that just isn't something I'd get then."
"No, it's not."
"Well I guess I'll let him come."
"Okay, thanks!" you say, walking out of the doorway.
"Pack your shit we're going to earth!" You call, opening the door to the castle apartment you share with your weapon. Almas whoops and punches a fist into the air, you grin.
"So, you excited to see your girlfriend?" he teases.
"For the last time I've seen her like, three times, we've never even held hands!"
"You like her though," he says, plopping his thin frame onto the couch.
"I like most people," you reply dismissively.
"You can't fuckin' deny it with me bro, I can feel it in your soul dude."
Well what you can feel is the shade of red your face turns as you walk past him and snatch the pine green beanie off of his head.
"She's too pretty I can't handle it." you whisper dramatically.
Almas bursts out laughing, "I'm excited to meet her then! Maybe Abaddon will realize that there's not actually a threat to the realm if he meets her again."
"There is a threat to the realm though." you say.
"Well, yeah, but it isn't like, a physical form we can fight right now."
"Not yet."
"Well can we stop it from taking a physical form?"
"I don't fucking know, it's never happened before. It's not like we can go to the library and just look it up."
"Okay, well, we need to pack if we're leaving today. How long will we be there?"
"To be honest I have no clue. Technically we should be there for about a week but with how things can end up it may be wise to pack for every possible scenario."
"So I should just pack like I normally do then?"
"Yeah," you laugh.
Within the next two hours the three of you are standing in Death City.