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Now, when hear people talking about a flying devil you don't usually think of a six foot eight, winged man with a spiny tail coming out the back of his neck crashing into a brick wall back first. But thats exactly what happened. You see Rosette had just thrown Chrono out her bedroom window.
He fell of the wall with a thud, face down.
Groaning, the devil picked himself up and dropped with a yelp – just barely avoiding the side table aimed at his head. For the next few minutes he found himself dodging Rosette's dresser draws – minus the clothes – the dresser proper, her lamp, her side table, the contents of the trunk from the foot of her bed, the trunk it's self and finally her closet doors. When she was done she stood in the middle of her room panting for breath. Chrono decided that now would be a good time to make good his escape to ask Sattela a few questions regarding Rosette's behavior. And maybe even a few other Human females. On second thought... He'd keep it Sattela.
A few minutes prior to when Chrono was thrown out the window...

He lay there, absolutely rigid, waiting for Rosette to wake up. The girl was laying almost completely on top of him with her head on his chest. He was terrified that if he moved she would kill him for sleeping in the same bed as her. Not that it was actually his fault...He felt her shift on top of him and looked down to find her staring up at him sleepily. He thought she looked absolutely adorable. But he still feared for his life. She giggled. Which was, in Chrono's opinion, one of the most bizarre thing he had ever heard. Why? Because Rosette doesn't giggle, she laughs, she chuckles, but she does not giggle.
She slid up on him until her head was level with his, a coy smile on her suddenly enticing lips. She giggled again and gently traced his own lips, murmuring "I'm not going to kill you Chrono..." even as one of her legs moved up between his. He gasped and gripped the edges of the bed, breaking out into a sweat as his eyes went wide. She leaned in to kiss him. The door slammed open.
"Rose-! Oh my!"
Sister Anna stood in the doorway, gaping at them. Evidently the girl hadn't expected Chrono to be there. Or at least not laying on the bed with Rosette on top of him in very suggestive pose.
"This isn't what it looks like!" Chrono exclaimed.
"Isn't it?" Rosette said in a sultry purr.
His and Anna's faces turned scarlet.
"Oh, well... I'll just leave you two alone then..."
Anna quietly closed the door.
"Are you really that worried about people thinking that we've made love?" She asked, now playing with his hair instead of his lips, her hand coming perilously close to his ear.
He groaned and just barely got out a "Yes."
She waited for him to elaborate, not realizing that his brain was to scattered for him to form a coherent thought that didn't involve stripping her of her clothes.
She threw him through the window.

A few hours later...

Chrono was sitting in Sattela's living room. As it turned out the Harvenheit family has mansions all over the world, including in Manhattan. Sattela and Steiner hadn't known about most of them until Florette had mentioned that she had heard her mother talking to a friend about how many mansions they have and where in the world they were.
Steiner handed him a cup of chamomile tea.
"Vell?" Sattela prompted, "You vanted to ask me zomzing?"
"Yes." Chrono sighed, "But first I need to tell you what happened last night and this morning."

A half hour later Sattela and Chrono were staring at Florette like she had lost her mind. The woman was giggling like she was drunk.
"Oh... Oh my..." She giggled again, "Um, Chrono... I think there are a few things that I need to explain to you about the Apostles..."
It was several more minutes before she could control her giggles enough to continue.
"Have you ever read the Bible before?" Florette asked Chrono, her usual calm back in place once more, "Or, more accurately, have you read Genesis six?"
"Um, no."
"Well, it was part of my studies before I was taken by Aion. It says in verse four of Genesis six: 'There were giants in the Earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.' Those giants were, in the Hebrew language, called the Nephilim. Most Humans hold that the Nephilim were evil, and, or, the offspring of fallen angels. Neither of which is true. In fact, the exact opposite is indicated. But my point is, the Apostles are the descendants of the Nephilim. And just as there are different races of demons – Formorians as opposed to your kind – there are different races of Angels and they do breed. Most of those races have longer fertility cycles, which often means that when they do become fertile it can be like going into heat or estrus – probably to ensure procreation." She took a sip of her tea while Chrono and Sattela processed what she had said.
Sattela was the one who broke the silence.
"Vell... Talk about misnomers. Zo Rosette iz in heat?"
"Likely." Florette answered.
Chrono was still feeling a little shell-shocked. Then he gave a small start as something occurred to him.
"I'vegottago!" He said hurriedly as he ran over to the window, threw it open and took flight.
"Vat did he zay?"
"I've gotta go."
"Ah. I vonder vhat haz him zo vorried...?"
"Rosette could vary easily have take his behavior this morning as rejection in terms of whether or not he wants her as a mate."
"Oh."
They took another sip of their tea.
A/N: For anyone who doesn't know, the Formorians were deformed monsters from Celtic mythology who had to be kicked out of Britian by the Tuatha De Danann because they were very destructive.
Also, in the Bible discriptions of some of the Angels are given and it does sound like there are multiple races of Angels. As for the purring... Well, if there are multiple races of Angels I don't see why some of them wouldn't be able to purr.

P.S. I've got two more chapters coming! So don't forget to review!

P.P.S. Sorry if I gave you guys a bit of an information dump in this chapter...