Haniel continued to stare at Arella, waiting for her answer.
Finally, she let out a sigh, "If you really must know, I turn five hundred soon."
"How soon?"
"Hey, I already told you too much information. I am not telling you any more." Arella stuck her tongue out at him.
Stuck. Her. Tongue. Out. At. Him.
"You are lying, aren't you?"
"I guess you will never know, now will you." She gave him a sickly sweet smile.
Haniel was already regretting his decision of allowing this strange angel to talk him into sneaking into the hall of eternity, heaven's most sacred chamber, and going to the Archon's mirror to stare into the soul of reality itself.
Good heavens, he was going to be exiled for all of eternity for this, wasn't he?
"You still need to get used to Kratel's body, if we are to not be discovered."
"No need to worry about that, I may not get the hang of using his holy power, but if you give me thirty minutes, I should get the hang of using his body."
"Are you sure?"
