A/N:Thanks guys! Xros-Hero, I'm happy you liked it. This is for all you Bagramon fans out there, few as they may be.
X. Angel
"I praised God and he struck me down."
The air was crimson with his rage.
Bagramon was not loud in his fury. No, he was a quiet, thoughtful man. His anger never overwhelmed him. To Taiki, who stood now watching him sit on a throne of barbs, he looked like nothing overwhelmed him. Confident was he in his purpose, in perhaps his destiny.
This was something Taiki found amusing, in its own way.
He watched the red eyes bore into his skull. "Is something wrong?" He asked this pleasantly. How strange. Before, Bagramon had had the aura of a being far beyond a mere human like himself, as though he lay in another realm somewhere. What was he now?
"The new world awaits us."
"These things take time," Taiki reminded with a smile. He relished in the word "us". Even this one could become dependent on another. It made a flaw in him. Then again, in the few moments they have met and conversed, he had never claimed himself perfect. Not as… that one… had done….
Yet… who was that one?
"Why trouble yourself with it?"
Taiki raised an eyebrow, pouting slightly. "You shouldn't reach into people's minds like that," he chided.
"You are not a person," Bagramon reminded with a careless wave of his bone arm. "I am, therefore, not reaching into a mind at all." The boy hummed at this; his only indication of disagreement. It was not truly verbalized, so the statement remained fact. It was something that, due to his oddly humming conscious, Taiki could not dispute at the moment. He had time to do so, he knew, but just as he could pull himself from the drowning water if he chose, he chose not to. That was a curse of apathy.
Perhaps that was the biggest gap in his heart: he had forgotten how to care.