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AlagasianFlame
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He sighed again. "You asked for it." He held out his hand again. This time, a black substance crawled its way down his arm, forming sharp obsidian claws. Two dragon-esque wings expanded behind him until they covered an entire side of the small room. Blood red eyes looked at the half angel and the hunter, a long tail flicking back and forth. his feet were also clawed; dark and inhuman. "This is only the intermediate stage, for casual talk. Wait till you see my actual form in battle," he smirked. He chuckled darkly, "See, I am half human, but my other parent isn't an angel. My dad's a demon." He crawled up the wall and leapt onto a pipe on the ceiling, so he was resting on it like a cat. Then he smiled. "Don't worry, I don't bite. I have a good friend who's an archangel. With whom, by the way, we would be much safer." He eyed the weapons on the wall lazily.