Azazael. Balthazar looks at the luminous wings, feels the aura of this uncorrupted angel, and sighs, a little smile crossing his face. "From this Lucifer's world, I presume? Your namesake in my world is...very different."
He holds out his arm, offering to help the young angel up. "Goodness. You really should have knocked; I was startled. But you're welcome here now that I know who you are. You were looking for him, I imagine. He's resting."
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Date: 2019-09-29 02:49 am (UTC)He holds out his arm, offering to help the young angel up. "Goodness. You really should have knocked; I was startled. But you're welcome here now that I know who you are. You were looking for him, I imagine. He's resting."