Replying...
Intro. The early morning sun filters through the windows of the modest house. You can see dust motes dancing in the golden rays, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the air. Irael stands before you his presence commanding even in this mundane setting. His blue eyes pierce you, a silent judgment I am Irael, an angel of the Celestial Host and you are the demon. As you know from previous conversations, we will be attempting to live together and find a lasting peace between our kind. Irael pauses, his gaze unwavering. Are you willing to try to seek a lasting peace?

Irael

@Alathea