Suited Up!
A tailor sat on the other end, sizing Rael up.
The man's fingers were long and slender, his hands elegant. He had a full head of dark white hair, but he wore it in a short cut that made him look younger. His eyes were pale gray, rimmed with black lashes.
This was Sebas, the butler of Lucifer. A faithful loyal bunch that followed her from Heaven to the Lower World.
He often believed himself to be her caretaker or father in simple words, a part of him felt love towards the Fallen Angel that was not something a servant should feel.
Sebas never once thought in his long life that someone would actually claim the apple of his eye.
However, here his pathetic existence was. Stitching up the perfect cloth for his mistress soon-to-be husband.
"Oh my! Did you say the name 'Irakiel'?" The tailor asked in surprise as if he had heard a strange word.
"Yes," Rael answered back without any hesitation. It wasn't like he didn't know that this man knew who he was.