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A glower of dismay remained etched into the features of what appeared to be a young man. He had been staring down at the other individual for quite some time now, patience wearing thin. The lad's patience was already feeble to begin with. "Wake up already." he said to himself through a low growl. How did he get himself into such a predicament? Although he really had no one else to blame but himself, it did not prevent him from becoming bitter and irritable as he awaited the young woman's awakening. Glancing around the apartment, his white brows burrowed into a frown as he recalled his former actions back in Hell. There was no way to beat around the evident fact that the young demon was quite mischievous and trouble tended to effortlessly find him, but apparently what he had done this time had been so drastic that it obliged the big demon himself to take disciplinary procedures. To be more precise, he fondled with an item that he was not supposed to make contact with.
All of the demons were somehow instinctively aware that they were not to touch said item if they were to enter the Devil's domain for any reason. However, Xaconas did not heed the subconscious warnings. He allowed curiosity to dominate his mental capacity at that moment. He was the kind of demon that tended to make rash decisions. For instance, he would probably press an obscure button all the while asking, "What's this do?" instead of analyzing any potential consequences prior to pressing it. Thus, this was the type of scenario that had forced him into turmoil. It was a lever to be more precise. He'd pulled it, triggering the obliteration of approximately 1/3 of Hell itself. The underworld was a profoundly enormous place, so dispatching just a 1/3 of Hell's land to its demise was still quite the massive portion. Ultimately, that was when the Devil had chosen to penalize him by forcing him to assist the angel. Now, Xaconas was also extremely stubborn. How did the Devil get him to comply to a supposedly tedious task? Surely his position of power alone didn't convince the hard-headed demon? On the contrary, Xaconas had asked, "And if I refuse?", which led the head demon on to persuading him by disclosing one of the mangled demons that previously refused to follow orders. After all, It would be most ideal to have him out of Hell during the reconstruction process of the destroyed property.
Of course, the lad didn't want to end up like the maimed bird demon so he had aimed to reach the apartment in which the angel would be located subsequent to his lecture. He assumed that his human form would blend in decently during his reside in the bustling city. Then again, he was dressed a bit peculiarly. When he took a quick glance around the town, he'd been traveling with such swiftness that no human would be able to ensnare the sight of him with the mere naked eye solely. Xaco possessed creamy-white hair, which was cut slightly unevenly along the edges. The front section of his strands streamed down to his cheekbones. Simultaneously, the rough ends near the back stopped to about a couple of inches past his broad shoulders. The deep turquoise hue within his irises were distinct and as well-defined as his physique. He was certainly on the slim side of the spectrum, but his lean muscularity was of well-toned quality. Nevertheless, he usually kept only one of his eyes unveiled. The other was constantly concealed by a black and silver eye-patch There was nothing particularly erroneous about the hidden eye in physical appearance, but his vision wasn't as superior in that eye. Thus, he wanted to prevent it from interfering with his better optic. With the eye-patch aside, his attire would have most definitely earned several stares in public. He was currently not wearing a shirt. He merely wore arm-length black gloves with white buckles upon the hems, and faintly ragged black pants to match.
'I still don't understand why in the hell this angel cannot find a key on her own. It was her own fault that she was caught sneaking a peek of...whatever book she was looking in. And what difference does it make if she looks into a book anyway...?' Clearly he wasn't entirely aware of how significant the specific book was, nor did he realize that this key could be 'anywhere' on this Earth. Even so, he could care less right now. He just didn't yearn to be entwined into this. His top priority was to help her attain the key as soon as possible. However, he had rarely received the opportunity to visit the human realm. Perhaps he should take the time to explore it in the intervening time... It was most likely far more intriguing than it appeared to be at first glance. Eventually, Xaconas turned back to the unconscious woman and released an exasperated sigh. Her eyelids were still sealed together. He needed to speed this up. Temptation set in as he pondered about the possibilities. He'd considered giving her a bit of a push off the bed in order to wake her up, but he didn't want to cause further complications by giving her human body a concussion. It was surprising that he even thought of the potential end result before doing it. Abruptly, he began to hover over the sleeping woman as if he had never learned about personal space, proceeding with poking her on the forehead with an index finger. He raised a brow as he did so. Maybe this would interrupt her unconscious state? "How long do you intend to sleep?" he queried at a booming volume.
