AN: I've been waiting to write this one for a long time. My OC angel, Rachmiel, finally meets the main cast of Helluva Boss. Let me know your thoughts.

Also, I've finally managed to put up the new adoption fic idea process. You can find the means to do so on my twitter account at: twitter LivesTalos

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Disclaimer: I do not own Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel, but Rachmiel Ta'lin is my OC.


Today was the day.

Even if some didn't show it, everyone in the Goetia Palace was nervous. Because for the first time in the entire history of their lives, they were going to meet an angel that wasn't going to kill them. Every demon grew up on the stories of angels about how scary and dangerous they were because of their tremendous power and their hold on demonic lives every year with the Exterminations. Practically every demon in Hell had lost one or more friends, family, or neighbors to the Exterminations that had claimed the lives of many devils to the point that only losing a five hundred thousand was considered a good year. The longest on record was three million during the Extermination of 1963.

And now, one of those killers was going to live among them.

He wasn't an Exterminator Angel, but that didn't mean anything to the demons living in the palace. An angel was an angel. Still, the staff did their best to make everything clean and comfortable for their guests, with Reginald making sure that everything was up to perfection. Even if he looked as calm and collected as always, one could see the small sweatbands dripping down on his neck. Octavia had been given complete control of the guards, equipped with the most powerful weapons and armor in their arsenal. The shadow guards were all hiding in place, preparing to make any move should the angel do something dangerous. Prince Stolas was willing to give Rachmiel a chance, but he wouldn't let his guard down.

Perhaps the most nervous were those from I.M.P. After all, this was the Spirit Healer who would have Blitzo's life in his hands and crawl around in his soul to cure him of the Nightmare Parasite's infestation. Blitzo looked ready to crap himself and run away simultaneously, but Loona was always there by his side, prepared to comfort him if need be. Millie had brought all her favorite weapons with her despite the protests that she shouldn't be here because of her pregnancy. She told them that she wouldn't hide away like a pussy when her family could be in danger. Mille would never be able to look at herself in the mirror again if she did that. The only one who had been silent and calm about the whole thing was Moxxie, who looked more distracted than anything. Then again, considering he had found out his long-lost brother was alive, it wasn't hard to imagine he was coming to terms with it. They sat in the living room, waiting for the angel to arrive in an hour or so. Stolas had already left to get him from Purgatory, and all that was left to do was wait.

"Seriously, Moxxie, I'm glad you found your brother," Blitzo said as he put down his cup of coffee and smiled warmly at the wincing imp. He couldn't help but feel jealous that his employee had lucked out again. If one of his sisters turned out to be alive? He didn't know how he would feel, but he would be happier. Much happier.

But they're not. You saw their fates and could do nothing to stop them from suffering.

Blitzo pushed the thoughts aside as best as he could while gripping his fist so hard he nearly drew blood. He instead focused on the nervously smiling Moxxie and asked, "Is he good at killing like you are? If so, we can offer him a...well, a temp job at I.M.P. since we're closing in a few months."

"He's good at explosives..." Moxxie admitted before shaking his head. "But he's the kind of guy who likes to work alone."

"Oh, one of those types," Loona said, eating a small biscuit from the coffee table. "How exactly did all the rest of your siblings die?"

"Loona!" Millie hissed at the direct comment.

"...I don't want to talk about it," Moxxie muttered as he turned away and sighed. "It's...it's hard to talk about."

Millie quickly put a hand on his and smiled warmly at him. "It's okay, honey. You don't have to say anything. Just focus on the good things."

Once again, Blitzo felt his jealousy rising upon seeing the imp couple lovingly look at each other. It still reminded him too much of what he lost, and he knew it was wrong to feel this way. Especially after everything Moxxie and Millie had done for him, but he couldn't help it. He looked over at a painting of his...boyfriend? Lover? Friend with benefits? He still didn't know what he and Stolas were. He did care about him, very much so. But could he really replace Zella? Blitzo had many lovers in his life, and all of them were regrets one way or another. But Stolas was...different. He went so far to save Blitzo that it honestly moved him. Nobody he had ever slept with had done that for him. It was clear Stolas loved him and wanted them to be together. He was willing to be Heaven's spy to cure him, for crying out loud.

But...Zella... Blitzo closed his eyes and saw his loving deceased wife smiling at him for a brief moment.

"Dad? You okay?" Loona asked, shaking him out of his thoughts.

"Huh? Yeah, just a little nervous still," Blitzo muttered.

"Can't blame you," Loona whispered as she looked down at her hands and squeezed them. "An angel is going to be coming here."

There was a long silence between the four as they all just looked at each other with worries as one question echoed in their minds.

What was this angel going to be like?


"Did I remember to bring my toothbrush?! Yes! Got it right here!" Rachmiel said as he stood at one of the airport gates in Purgatory. He opened another suitcase and looked worried. "Shoot! I forgot to bring my extra extra set of underwear that Mom told me to bring just in case! Maybe I can get a pair in Hell? Is there a size for angels there? Okay, that was a stupid question! Wait, did I also bring my demonic anatomy book?! The one made by Doctor Liam E. Neloan?!"

Prince Stolas rubbed his forehead while Metatron was just looking with an amused expression if his winged eyes were anything to go by. The servants he had brought with him to carry his stuff were also confused and in disbelief. No doubt that this was the furthest thing they expected to see from an angel.

"Rachmiel? I'm sure you'll be fine. You don't need to worry about anything, and whatever you have forgotten, we can send to you, or you can pick it up here in Purgatory," Metatron explained. "I'm sure Prince Stolas wouldn't mind allowing you to visit the other realms once in a while."

"Yes, I wouldn't mind at all," Prince Stolas agreed. He had a feeling there were going to be days when he needed the angel out of his palace. "But please, Dr. Ta'lin, you need not worry. I'm sure my servants can provide you with whatever you need."

"Right, sorry," Rachmiel replied as he took a deep breath and looked at the imp servants. "Um, so should I take any bags? I don't mind at all since it is my stuff. Oh! Do I need to tip you? Shoot, I don't have Hell's currency on me. Um, I can give you all free checkups if you want as payment!"

"...Is this guy for real?" One imp asked another, who shrugged.

"My servants will take your bags and require no tips, Dr. Ta'lin," Stolas replied with a sigh. "You don't need to worry. You are a guest. You will be treated as such."

"Well, if you say so," Rachmiel said, rubbing the back of his neck while the imp servants took his belongings one by one. Although they took it carefully just in case since none of them had handled angelic cargo before. "I guess then we should get going then?"

"You're going to leave without saying goodbye to me? I'm hurt, Rachmiel."

Everyone turned around and gasped upon seeing who it was. The imps instantly trembled and backed away in fear while any angel nearby bowed to one knee, including Rachmiel. Metatron and Stolas were the only ones standing. The former did so out of calmness, and Stolas also appeared to be. But deep down, he was shocked and in awe at who it was that had appeared. Having met Metatron for so long, Stolas was used to dealing with high-powered angels, but that didn't mean he couldn't feel the aura and strength when he was around them. And this was the first time he met one of the Prime Archangels. Specifically, Prime Archangel Raphael, The Archangel of Healing.

Stolas had to admit, this wasn't what he was expecting when he visualized the Prime Archangel who was said to gifted mankind the ability to heal. He looked no taller than any normal human being except for his snow-white skin and the deep, almost mystical glowing green jaded eyes. He was wearing a long-stemmed white-coated vest with black straps connecting the buttons together while wearing a plain black turtleneck with a green emerald cross around his neck that glowed brightly on his chest. A green scarf with golden writing in Enochian, the language of the angels, was around his neck, while below his golden belt (which held the symbol of the Caduceus as a buckler) was white pants and green shoes with the Pisces zodiac symbol in black on the top of them. His face was snow white as his skin, and his long brown hair was waving through the air as if it was made of the wind itself. He was only showing two of his white wings, while the rest seemed hidden, and his halo was of pure platinum to show his status as a Prime Archangel. They were the only ones who had such unique halos. It's rumored that Lucifer still had his, melted and broken, deep inside his home that he visited in secret to reflect on his past. But such things were never spoken or questioned out of fear. Compared to Metatron, however, you wouldn't know Raphael was a Prime Archangel unless you could sense his inner power.

Which, compared to Stolas's, was like comparing the size of the Sun to Mars.

"Lord Raphael! I didn't expect to see you here!" Rachmiel said as he got up and shook his mentor's hand.

"I wanted to see you off before you went into Hell," Raphael repeated as he drew Rachmiel and gave him a warm hug. "You are sure about this, of course?"

"Without any doubt!" Rachmiel said as he broke the hug and nodded to his mentor. "I'm determined to do this. You've trained me to be a Spirit Healer to help others. Well, I'm going to take all that I learned from you and do my best."

Raphael's smile increased as he nodded in approval. "You are a good angel, Rachmiel. And I'm proud of you. I've brought you something to help you, by the way."

Raphael brought out what looked like a simple silver ring with a red ruby on it from his pants pocket, but Stolas could feel from its aura that it wasn't just that. Raphael then handed it over to Rachmiel before saying, "This is a glamor ring. If, for any reason, you need to associate or walk among demons that are not associated with Prince Stolas, wear this ring, and you'll look like one of them. Even your aurora will change to demonic, but it won't work on higher-level demons like Ring Lords."

Curious, Rachmiel took it, examined it, and then put it on. Like a mirage, his feathers turned from their light bluish-white into a dark red, including his wings, and his eyes turned more slit with black and yellow color. His halo disappeared and was replaced with curved demonic ram horns with tiny flames at the tips. If it wasn't because Stolas knew he was an angel, he never would have guessed this wasn't a demon before him and was very interested in studying the ring now.

"The glamor will stay on so long as you are wearing the ring," Raphael explained as Rachmiel took it off. "It doesn't work on clothing, so I suggest getting something designed in Hell to wear to fit the disguise. Just in case."

"Um, aren't all of the clothing departments in Hell a bunch of goth clothing stores full of satanic stuff?" Rachmiel asked nervously. "I'm all for going undercover, but I don't feel comfortable wearing shirts with pentagrams and upside-down crosses."

"We do have regular clothing stores, Dr. Ta'lin," Prince Stolas informed him with a smirk. "Not everything we do down there is about insulting God."

"Right, sorry," Rachmiel apologized with a nervous chuckle. "Guess it isn't fair of me to assume these things. I guess this will be a learning experience for us all, huh?"

He turned to his mentor and bowed. "Thank you again, Lord Raphael."

"No worries, Rachmiel," Raphael said as he patted him on the shoulder. "Contact me if you need anything. May the Lord look after you as we pray for your success."

He then started to turn, and, for a brief moment, time seemed to stop as he stared into Stolas's eyes. In an instant, every mental protection that Stolas had in his head was shattered without warning as a powerful, booming voice echoed in his head:

"PRINCE STOLAS, YOU WILL PROTECT MY STUDENT WITH YOUR LIFE OR ELSE, I SWEAR UPON MY FATHER'S HOLY NAME, I WILL SEE THAT YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES OBLITERATED BY ME PERSONALLY NEXT EXTERMINATION DAY."

If Stolas had anything in his stomach, he was sure he would have crapped himself, but instead, he merely stood there as everything seemed to move normally again as Raphael smiled at him and Metatron. "Well, I must be going. I've got to prevent another outbreak in Africa. Farewell, Metatron. You too, Prince Stolas."

Archangel Raphael soon left with others still bowing to his presence as Metatron slowly walked next to Stolas and asked, "Need a change of pants?"

"Fuck you, Metatron," Stolas whispered while doing his best to calm his beating heart.

"Just messing with ya," Metatron chuckled as he gently patted his friend's back. "Everything will be fine, Stolas. Now, why don't you get a move on so your family can meet him?"

Stolas nodded and soon closed his eyes as purple and blue magic appeared in his hands along with the various magical symbols. In a few seconds, the portal opened up as he spread his hand that led to the front yard of his home. His imp servants quickly went through, carrying Rachmiel's belongings as the angel took a deep breath and followed with a nervous expression.

Turning to Metatron, Prince Stolas nodded with a smile. "Thank you, Metatron. For allowing this to happen."

"Anytime, Stolas," Metatron answered as Stolas went through the portal, and it disappeared. Sighing, Metatron then shook his head. "Let's just hope it all works out."


"Are they here yet?" Loona asked as she tapped her foot over and over again. Stolas had texted them all, saying they would arrive soon, so Reginald had everyone waiting at the entrance hall for them to arrive. This included himself, Octavia, I.M.P., and all the servants and standard guards in front of the main door. It had been ten minutes, and already the tension was as thick as an iceberg.

"Maybe they hit traffic?" Blitzo suggested it as a joke, but nobody laughed. Everyone was still too nervous.

"Whatever," Loona muttered as she took out a lighter and a cigarette. "I'm going to go out for a smoke.

"Do you think you have enough time for that?" Moxxie asked.

"It's a quick puff," Loona said as she walked to the front door. "It's going to be about twenty seconds."

She said this just as she pulled the door and something white and feathery fell on top of her.


***A few minutes ago***

"Oh, Holy Ghost!" Rachmiel shouted while coughing up and desperately trying to breathe. The air in Heaven and Purgatory was as clean as you can get, and the few times Rachmiel went to Earth, he had to deal with the strange smells and pollution, but it was manageable. Five seconds into Hell, he felt like he was suffocating.

The anger! The fear! The sin! The hatred! The lust! Such...such...evil! He thought in his head as he nearly felt tears coming out of his eyes. The very air was so venomous to his senses of smell or taste that he seriously considered using a bubble charm to breathe. The others looked at him with either concern or confusion as he did his best to hold back from gagging. How do they live with this?! The entire atmosphere is full of the scent of sin!

"Are you okay, Dr. Ta'lin?" Prince Stolas asked, walking over and putting his hand on his back. Rachmiel coughed a bit more before slowly nodding and motioning that he would be okay. "I'm guessing Hell's demonic and sinful atmosphere is not agreeing with your lungs?"

Nodding, the angel slowly lifted his body upward and took deep breaths to calm himself down. Shaking his head, Rachmiel put a hand over his mouth before summoning a minor miracle that was usually used as an invisible air filter for a toxic atmosphere. He couldn't think of a better time to use it. After it was fully set in, Rachmiel slowly took a few moments to breathe and relaxed when his miracle started giving him clean air. "S-Sorry, just...wasn't expecting this...this, well...sorry for saying this...sinful atmosphere."

"No, it's quite understandable," Stolas said, helping him up more. "I was actually quite the same when I smelled Purgatory's air for the first time. You just need to slowly take it in little by little to get your body used to it."

"Right, makes sense," Rachmiel said as he shook his head to clear up his senses. "Well, I think I should be okay now. Good thing this happened outside. I want to make a good first impression on your family."

Rachmiel looked up at the palace with wide eyes while checking more of the surrounding area with it. "Wow, this is where you live? It's impressive. And...wow, the sky really is red during the day in Hell! I always thought that was a rumor...um, are those eyes popping out of the clouds?"

"They do that from time to time. If you're really good, you can use that to predict the acid or blood rainstorms," Stolas said, which made Rachmiel snap his head in surprise.

"A-A-Acid rain? B-B-Blood rain?! Wait, wouldn't that cause the risk of getting infected with bloodborne diseases?!" Rachmiel asked with worry.

"Only if it's a storm from the Lust Ring," One of the imp servants said.

"...Yeah, this really is going to take time to get used to," Rachmiel said as he started to pale a little while holding a hand to his head to calm himself.

Stolas smiled and put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it, Dr. Ta'lin. We'll all be there to help you adjust. All you need to do is ask for help."

"R-Right," Rachmiel cleared his throat and took another deep breath. "Okay, let's get going."

One of the imp servants made for the door while still carrying one of Rachmiel's bags. The doctor quickly rushed over to the door and smiled. "Oh, please! Let me do it! You're already carrying my bags."

"Um, that's really not necessary," the servant whispered both with timidness and surprise.

Rachmiel wasn't surprised. No doubt he wasn't expecting kindness from an angel. Smiling brightly, the angel doctor replied, "Nonsense! I don't mind at all!"

He was just about to grab the door handle when suddenly it opened on his own. Caught by surprise, Rachmiel lost his footing when moving forward and fell. Something white and furry got in the way, and he found himself falling down while grabbing it via reflex. There was a loud thump as the figure that Rachmiel found himself falling onto landed on the ground while he lay on top of them.

Everyone both inside and outside the palace was silent as the two stared at each other. Rachmiel's brain kicked into overtime when he saw that the person he was lying on top of was a demon. Specifically, a hellhound with white and silver fur, wearing gothic clothing, was red-eyed with white pupils and was blushing as he realized that their respective muzzles and beaks were inches apart from each other while staring face to face.

Also, the hellhound was a girl.

And he knew that because Rachmiel had his right hand on her breast.

Her very soft and furry breast that he had squeezed by accident. When his brain finally processed this, he started blushing like crazy, and his wings flared out. He was not ten minutes into Hell, and he had already committed his possible first actual grave sin in copping a random girl he didn't know.

Hoping to prevent the escalation of making this worse, Rachmiel nervously grinned and muttered, "Um, sorry?"

"MOTHER FUCKER!"

SLASH!

"YEEEOOOWWWW!"


Okay...first impressions were a complete and utter failure, Rachmiel thought to himself as he quickly healed the slash marks on his face.

After he was done, he gulped as he looked at what had to be nearly a hundred or so eyes staring at him. Most were out of fear, some out of curiosity, others confusion, but there were several angry ones. Specifically, a growling hellhound looking ready to skin him alive after what he had done, another gothic-looking demon who had to be Prince Stolas's daughter based on her appearance, and three imps right next to the hellhound. Specifically the one with the massive horns that looked ready to draw that pistol in his coat pocket and the two smaller ones holding hands despite their glaring. A married couple, maybe?

Gulping, Rachmiel blushed and did his best to remain as perfectly still as possible as a nervously smiling Prince Stolas introduced him.

"Um, everyone? This is...Dr. Rachmiel Ta'lin," Stolas said as he motioned to the angel who nervously waved. "He's the one who will be treating Blitzy to help him feel better. Does anyone wish to say hello?"

There was a thick silence that went on for six minutes.

"Okay, well then I'll let him introduce himself," Prince Stolas said as he stepped back to let Rachmiel speak.

Okay, Rachmiel. This is it. Try to fix this. Introduce yourself, Rachmiel thought to himself as he gulped. "Um, hello! How are you all?"

More silence.

"R-R-R-Right, sorry about the whole...um...falling on top of...you...incident...that was completely an accident, and I am so so so sorry! Miss..."

"Her name is Loona, my daughter," the imp with the tall horns said.

This made Rachmiel blink. "You're daughter? Huh, really?"

His curious mind went into overdrive as he rubbed his chin and looked at them. Prince Stolas could already tell what was going on, but it was too late by then. "She doesn't look like she has any of the characteristics of an imp on her figure. According to imp anatomy books, typical half-imp children always have horns on their heads because it's the most important quality of their bodies. Since it acts as both a means of hearing and concentration for the little magic that imps possess in their spiritual essences. Also, the horns in the more ancient days, before Satan united all of demonkind, were used as a defensive means and means for signs of mating. Usually, the bigger the horns were, the more prolific the lover was for mating, usually having a bigger penis for males and rounder buttocks for females. Her tail is obviously dog-like. She possesses no red skin. No imp birthmarks. And based on the fact that her fur is of a complexion of white and silver, combined with the red-eyes, and her body figure is more human like than most other hellhound breeds, that rounds it down to about seven specific packs she could be a part of, but based on the bone density and fur coloring style I'm going to say she was of the Silver Stable pack. So based on all this..." Rachmiel snapped his fingers and brightly beamed. "You adopted her! Wow! That's such a kind thing for you to do! You're very sweet to do that!"

"...Huh?" Blitzo asked, tilting his head as did so many others.

"Did you catch that?" Millie asked her husband.

"Only a little..." Moxxie replied.

Unable to stop himself, Rachmiel continued talking, "Anyway, my name is Doctor Rachmiel Ta'lin. Professional Spirit Healer personally trained by Prime Archangel Raphael himself. I'm an expert in Physical Healing, Spiritual Healing, Medicine, Naturopathic Medicine, Anatomy, Bioastralism, Neuroscience, Nutrition, Elixir Making, Physiology, Psychology, Palliative Care, Soulcare, Therapeutics, Divionics, Auratonics, Chakra Balance, Reiki, and Holistic Healing. I'm already starting to take online courses to learn more about demon physiology! Since I'm going to be here, I might as well learn how you guys tick so I can properly do my job to heal Mr. Blitzo."

"The "o" is silent," Practically every demon said at once.

"Right, sorry. O is silent. I wonder why that is? Oh, well. Not my business. Anyway, I'm very excited to meet you all. This is the first time I'm meeting so many demons. I'm sure this is the first time you are meeting an angel. Well, a non-threatening angel, that is. I'm sure you all think of me as a scary person and maybe a pervert based on what happened a few minutes ago, but I assure you that I'm not scary or dangerous! I'm a doctor! I'm trained to heal and not to kill! Even if my older brother did train me how to do it, like knowing that the best place to take down an imp is to aim for the spot between their two horns. Some kind of sensitive pressure point that can knock the brain into total unconsciousness. Or possible brain failure if you hit it hard enough."

More than one imp started covering their heads.

"But I have no plans to use what he taught me on you guys because I want us to be friends!" He said this with a cheerful smile while spreading his wings that there was an actual glow around him that made the demons just stare at him in disbelief. "And maybe we can learn more about each other and put aside any kind of rumors, tales, and myths about us! In fact, I'll take any questions you wish to answer starting right now!"

There was another long silence as Stolas rubbed his forehead. "Dr. Ta'lin..."

"...I did it again, didn't I?" Rachmiel moaned as he sagged his shoulders before fully standing up. "Right, sorry. I tend to ramble when I'm nervous, but seriously does anyone have questions for me to ask?"

"...Do angels have dicks?" Millie asked, which made everyone whiplash towards her.

"Millie!" Moxxie hissed with fear.

"What? I want to know if that Dogma movie was right or not," Millie replied in defense.

"It's okay! I figured anatomy would be a question at one point," Rachmiel said with a wave of his hand. "Yes, we do have the correct anatomy of males and females. We do breed and have children and families. I have a mother, father, older brother, and about twenty-six thousand, nine hundred and four relatives! Oh, make that twenty-six thousand, nine hundred and five relatives. My third Aunt Je'linaa is having a baby."

"Wow, and I thought my family was big," Octavia muttered with wide eyes.

"What exactly is this soul walking thing, by the way? Since I will have to go through it, I want to make sure you're not going to swallow my soul or something," Blitzo asked.

"Oh, well, to put it simply," Rachmiel cleared his throat. "What I would be doing is sending our spirits into your soul's subconscious. Most people think that all memory is from the mind, but this is only physical. We can lose our memories in our minds, but our souls will always remember everything we did, and those memories affect us spiritually and, in turn, emotionally. It's sort of like astral projection in a way, only we're going to see the true self inside you. This means we'll be exposed to various memories and events of your life, some you may have not realized or forgotten you have, that will explore to help you come to terms with them."

"Can any of us join in this?" Stolas asked.

"No, the ritual is designed for two people only," Rachmiel stated, shaking his head. "Any more would cause confusion for the link between us. In fact, I'd like to start as soon as possible because establishing that link is the most important part. And since this is the first time it's going to be done on a demon, I want to make sure we can establish it before doing anything else."

Loona then raised her hand. "What's your opinion on the Exterminations?"

This got everyone's attention, and they all looked at Rachmiel, but to their surprise, he quickly looked disgusted and shook his head. "I hate them."

Huh? Was the thought that went through every demon's mind as they stared at him in surprise.

"I despise them. A lot of angels do. Unfortunately, we're not as big as those who support it," Rachmiel sighed as he folded his arms. "Look, I know you think that most angels in Heaven like seeing you guys get slaughtered yearly, but it's not. It's not a fun time for us, and we don't keep a kill count or watch it all live like some Hunger Games thing. Well, maybe for some angels, but I'm not one of them. There are indeed a lot of demons we don't like, but we're not monsters who wish you all death on a day-to-day basis. In all honesty, I hope for a better way than the Exterminations because that's just who I am. I'm not a violent person, despite such things. So if there are alternative ways, I'll support them one hundred percent."

Everyone just stared at Rachmiel, who looked so serious for the first time since he came in that none were able to say a word. Finally, Octavia sighed, walked over to him, and held out her hand. "Princess Octavia Goetia. Welcome to the palace."

"Thank you," Rachmiel said as he nodded with a smile while shaking the hand.

"I'm the head butler of the palace, Reginald," Said the elder-looking owl, who bowed. "Please follow me, and I'll help you settle in."

"Sure thing!" Rachmiel said as he followed the butler and those carrying his stuff while everyone else just stayed in place or left to talk among themselves.

"So? What do you think?" Prince Stolas asked the three imps who had walked over to him.

"I guess he's not as bad as I thought," Blitz admitted with a shrug. "Kinda geeky, though. And what's up with that blabbermouth of his?"

"It's a...trait, you could say," Stolas answered with a nervous laugh.

"Well, he sounds like he knows what he's doing, but he's a little too...what's the word?" Millie asked, rubbing her chin.

"Innocent? Optimistic? So goody-goody that Hell will eat him alive?" Moxxie asked.

"All of the above."

Prince Stolas sighed. "Well, let's hope not. His mentor is an archangel, and...having him hurt isn't going to be a good idea."

"So we're going to have to babysit as well? Great," Blitzo replied as he shook his head. "Well, I guess so long as this thing of his works...it's a fair trade. I just hope it does work."

Stolas put his hand on Blitzo's shoulder and smiled. "I'm sure it will, Blitzy. I'm sure it will."

"What do you think of him, Loona? Besides the fact that he pretty much manhandled your boob," Millie asked, but everyone soon noticed that the hellhound wasn't with them.

"Huh, where did she go?"


"This will be your room," Reginald said as the butler opened the door, revealing a fancy-sized guest room with a queen-sized bed, small living room furniture, empty bookshelves, and dressers for clothing. "I hope this is to your liking."

"Oh, this is great," Rachmiel said as he walked inside and looked around. He even noticed he had his own bathroom, closet, and a smaller empty room with nothing in it. "Could I use this extra room as a personal study?"

"You may do as you like with this room," Reginald stated with a slight nod as the imps placed his luggage near the bed. "The place is yours to see fit. Just please don't make too much of a mess. Prince Stolas has allowed you access to most of the rooms in the palace save for a few, such as his personal study, the rooms of the others that work here, the worker's quarters, soldier barracks, armory, and the Dark Ritual Room. Breakfast is served at 8:30AM, lunch is at 12PM, and dinner is at 6:00PM. Should you require anything, please ask the staff here or me."

"Wow, this is kinda weird for me," Rachmiel replied as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm not used to having this kind of service."

Reginald nodded in understanding. "I'm sure you will adjust to it easily. Is there anything you require before you unpack?"

"Oh, yes! I need a big empty room so I can prepare the Anima Ambulare. Is there one that can be of use?" Rachmiel asked quickly.

"Hmm, I think I have just the room in mind. I'll send someone over to let you know when it's cleared of its belongings," Reginald stated before bowing. "Allow me to welcome you to the palace, Doctor Ta'lin."

"Thank you for having me," Rachmiel replied before watching the servants leave one by one. Once the door was closed, Rachmiel started to unpack his stuff until there was a knock on his door. "Huh, maybe they forgot something."

The angel walked over to the door and opened it, but in an instant, he found himself grabbed by the shirt, pushed into the wall, and forced to look into the eyes of a growling and angry Loona. Rachmiel gulped as the hellhound sneered at him. "Um, hi?" She just continued to stare in silence. "Listen, if this is about what happened? I am, again, so sorry! I was just-"

"Shut up," Loona demanded, making the bird close his mouth. "Let's get a few things straight here, Feathers. One? I don't like you. Two? If you ever touch me like that again, I will mail you back to Heaven in pieces. Three? You will treat my father as if he was your own and cure him so he can go back to being normal, or I will kill you, and you can see if there is an afterlife for dead angels. Four? Do not talk to me unless I talk to you first. And five? I don't care who you are, who your mentor is, or what your opinions are. You do anything or give me a reason to think you are a threat to my family, and I'll take you out. Got it?"

"C-Crystal," Rachmiel answered with a gulp before Loona let go of him and left the room with the door slam. The spirit healer sighed as he rubbed his neck and shook his head. "Well, this is going to be harder than I thought."

At least it didn't sound like this was going to be boring.