Part 2: Azariel's Wish
The rain poured in sheets as Chiaki knelt among the butchered bogy monsters. "Why?" she whispered in a small, shocked voice, "Why?"
"Why indeed?" a cynical voice echoed from a wall above her.
Looking up, Chiaki spotted Azariel sitting high up on the wall, looking down at her. "Why did Ororon have to do all this?"
The Seiryu officer shrugged, "I don't know. I actually ponder the same thing." She laughed, "We're opposite sides of the same coin, Chiaki."
She tilted her head, "What do you mean Azariel?"
Drifting toward the ground, Azariel waved her hands, "Lot's of things. Even though, you're a pacifist, and I'm a remorseless killer, we're both in the same boat. We're both out of our element, we both have similar family situations…" She leaned closer, "And we are both involved in forbidden love…so to speak."
Chiaki frowned, "I can understand, Ororon and I, because I'm half-angel, and he's a demon…but what about you and Othello? What's the matter with two devils?"
Azariel chuckled sadly, "What's the matter? The matter is that it's not two devils." Sensing Chiaki's puzzlement, she showed her a strange emerald pendent. "See this?"
Chiaki nodded, and Azariel pressed the gemstone gently. With a flash of light, two large, gray-feathered wings sprouted from her shoulder blades.
Eyes wide, Chiaki stood up. "Azariel," she breathed, "You're an—"
Nodding, Azariel winced as her wings receded back into her shoulders, "Yes, I'm an archangel."
Chiaki blinked, "Does Ororon—"
"No." The archangel interrupted her, "He doesn't know, and you must never tell him or anyone else, it would be the death of me." Her voice sank to a low whisper, "I trust you, Chiaki." And with that, she vanished.