Seraph's Introduction.

Annoying. How annoying. The Elysiphim glares up towards the blackened sky. It barely ever shined like he remembered, as if he had much to remember. His parents had been in Hades for as long as he knew, and he was doomed to fall himself. He figured that it was just what The Weaver had sewn for him, the strings were too faulty to mean anything good and this was the payment.

How annoying. He rested his head on his paw and looked across the blackened land with his body outstretched and his tail flicking into the air occasionally like a whip. “So, this is nothing new. Why do you bother to come and try entertaining me?”

Standing in front of him was a dark-furred kitsune. It was cunning, a grin on its face as it hid in the broken rubble. It did not speak though, just stared at the Elysiphim with a wide grin.

Prisma sighed deeply, dipping his head to face the ground before he finally stood to his feet, talons tapping on the stone ground. Annoying. He stares at the kitsune with his lip curled, showing off his teeth to the animal. “Are you going to just keep staring at me like that, or tell me something useful?”

It still did not answer him, just stared with a smile that would be enough to humiliate or stir up anger.

“You’re fucking weird, you know that, Seraph?”

The kitsune only laughed before crawling over to the fallen angel, looking at Prisma with that same smile. “I speak not to entertain you, nor to inform you. I am only here to be amused by your lack of faith.”

Faith. Prisma turned his chin up and glared down at the other, tail thumping on the ground as he walked away. “I do not have time to sit here being pathetically tormented just for your own enjoyment. Unless you have something to give me a reason to explore outside this pit, leave.”

Seraph tilts its head and brushes its tail with its paws, running the claws through the fur carefully. “If you are so determined to get your parents killed, I heard there was a Forge arising from the edges of the Elysium. The angel there makes weapons for beasts like you to hold and slay evil.”

Prisma stops in his tracks, gritting his teeth into a grin as he looked back over his shoulder. A weapon to slay evil, hm? He would admit, he was not the first to think of his parents evil. Seraph knew that.

“Now you are talking.” He spoke with a hiss, walking back over to the kitsune. “Where is this Forge? I need more than just that.”

Seraph snickers, waving its many tails in front of its body as if to make a fence between them, it looks up at Prisma, holding out a paw to silently ask for payment. It did not seem to show any guilt either for charging the other either. “Pay or find out on your own.” It spoke flatly.

Prisma snarls quietly. He pulled out an exceedingly small sack of riyal, dropping it in the kitsune’s paw before looking it dead in the eyes. “Directions. Now.”

“As you wish~”