Chapter 10

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Ryoma had been bullied (more like black mailed) to going for weekly meets with angels. It is a Meet that is held weekly and all Angels, excluding those still in the Haven, are to turn up and well, have a Meet to know what is doing on in the community and be informed of new information and tasks. Seraphs don't normally turn up; the Meets are run by Dominions. Even if they do, they are there as figureheads, to hype up the Meet and be an inspiration to all the other angels. After all, most of the news passed down to the angels would have been either passed down by the Seraphs or had seek permission by them. Either way, they need not open their mouth during Meets or make any extra changes or notations.

For some reason, Syusuke thought that it was a good idea for the Seraphs to appear together in one of the Meets. He had discussed it with Kunimitsu, who hadn't thought it a bad idea, thus agreeing to it. Genichirou just nodded to the idea; after all, it wasn't dangerous or harmful, so just let Syusuke has his way. Seiichi had the same idea as Syusuke, wanting to claim Ryoma for their own before all the other angels. It was similar to branding their own people. However, Seiichi easily read Syusuke's mind; it was about time for Keigo to return back to them.

"Sir, you should head back to your room first…" A Dominion was bowing lowly while his eyes searched silver ones, who were roaming around. Those silver eyes zipped to his; he immediately lowered his head and lowered his back even more.

"Are you telling Ore-sama what to do?" The Seraph walked even faster.

"No! Of course not! For rest… You've been away for so long…" Replied the Dominion meekly.

"Now you sound like you are pinning for me. Scoot, you have been incessantly buzzing around me. You are making my head hurt."

"Yes Sir," the Dominion apologetically stopped his tracks. As the Seraph took off on purple tinged grey wings, he sighed; it was always hard being under Kushyr, the Seraph of Prayers.

Ryoma had never attended the Meet before. It was held in a great hall, angels flew into the wide windows that doubled as doors. The main entrance looked like many boxes that had an outline of marble for structure. Light strew in from these windows/ doors and from tinted glass windows that held artworks of great angels and history. Angels were seated in wooden pews that stretched far to the ends while there was a podium in front of it. Dominions held the Meet from there. Behind the podium was a long black marble table where there were 5 high-back black marble throne-like chairs with arm rests. Those were the seats of the Seraphim.

Ryoma walked in and seated himself at a far end corner of the hall; he probably wasn't allowed here. But for the sanity of Karupin, he had to come before Syu took too many disturbing photos of it. A tap was heard on the podium, the Meet was starting.

It was pretty boring; it was about what was going on and some notable works done by some of the angels while they were in the earths. There were news regarding the different earths and other uninteresting things, according to Ryoma. He had settled himself, nestled into his wings and had begun to dose off, to the horror of some of the angels near him. One of the angels nudged him but Ryoma opened an eye to look at the angel and the angel quickly turned back to concentrate on what was happening. Suddenly, Ryoma felt himself lift off the seat and before he knew it, he was carried into the arms of a black robed angel. Ryoma snapped awake, it was Seiichi. Ryoma struggled against him; the angels near the back started to turn around and those who had recognized the Seraph of Death were gawking and in shock.

Ryoma squirmed, "Seii, put me down!"

Seiichi smiled, "You are sitting with us, and then you won't fall asleep."

As if on cue, the rest of the Seraphim flew in, one in each window/ door and Seiichi flew up to join them. Syusuke flew backwards in front of Seiichi to talk to Ryoma.

"Ne, did you miss us?"

"No," pouted Ryoma, "How could I, when I was happily napping over there?"

Syusuke smiled sweetly and flew back to join Kunimitsu and Genichirou.

Below them, the whole hall erupted in cheers and shock. The angels all stood up to hail their leaders who they love and respect. Ryoma felt a little weird with his feet dangling in midair. As the four of them stepped lightly on the platform behind the podium, Seiichi let Ryoma down. Kunimitsu and Genichirou each gave Ryoma a look; Ryoma couldn't decipher the meaning, but he got care, loving and gentle but it felt as though he was missing some feeling. It was a little more primeval, something that whispered in the night and make you follow it into the shadows. Ryoma shivered at the thought, though not at all too unpleasant.

Syusuke held Ryoma hands and led him to the table. They all settled in the following format: Seiichi, Genichirou, Kunimitsu, Ryoma and Syusuke. The meet then continued.

All the Seraphim looked interested in the meet, which meant that they weren't asleep. Only Kunimitsu was looking at the speaker in front, but according to the Dominion standing in front, it was more like staring holes into the back of his head. It took a lot for him to not go screaming off the podium. Ryoma on the other hand, was dozing off a little. The angels below were whispering at the fact that he was close to the Seraph, some a little suspicious, some a little jealous, some a little fearful and some that just wanted to gossip. Syusuke noticed the buzz around the hall and gave those who were a little rowdier and noisier a dark glare.

Ryoma noticed the noise died down a little and took it as a cue to quietly slip off reality…

The air suddenly became loud, whooshing and whistling sound, the blowing of strong gale wind rose in the hall and all the angels started to panic a little. A grey winged with purple tinged wings appeared, his long silver hair danced wildly with the wind that served to build up his aura and an energy of power could be felt all around; purple robes fluttered in the wind as the Seraph landed on ground, silver bells that were attached on his silver sash made sweet twinkling sounds. When the Seraph opened his mouth to speak, the angels felt as though something dangerously powerful had landed in their midst, horrifying but beautiful, like sin in the form of an angel.

"I demand to know who's that brat in Ore-sama's seat!"