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Rafel's palm was a wreath of flowers around Rosa's as he led her up the stone steps of the Keep. A few places lacked holdfasts, but she was not to worry. Rafel would fly them up if necessary. Which coming to think of it; Rosa had never sighted Rafel with his wings before.
Rosa was well-versed in angelology and knew that as a trueblood, pure born, prince of [Hel], Rafel had wings of a dark angel: fluffy feathers that could range from gray to indigo, and to scarlet and to jade, but not gold or white—those colors were solely reserved for the angels born of light.
He would not have the skeletal, bat wings common to the demon populace.
Israfel, was from birth, unique.
How many kids were drawn from the pits of brimming flames? Umbilicus severed with the ebony talon of a wailing widow? How many? Even [Hellion] kids?