Kara was beyond confused as to what business Rugio would have down the wisdom wing of the palace, but he was extremely weary, "Where are you taking me?" he snapped eventually.
Rugio smirked as they finally stopped at a door, "Right here," he taunted, then knocked on the door. There was a few moments of anticipation for Kara before the fallen that Rugio deemed good enough to carry out his torment was revealed.
It was Pascal, a cherub on the older range of things, and under the care and mentorship of the smartest, but almost most arrogant, of the fallen angels. Kara really wasn't sure what to make of the situation or how he felt about it. Pascal wore his usual VERY unimpressed look, arching a brow.
"Rugio..." he drawled, "can I help you with something?"
"Don't get your panties in a twist kid. I come bearing a gift," he held Kara out. Pascal surveyed what the warrior presented before an amused, mean smirk pulled at the boy's face.
"No. Fucking. Way..."
Rugio snorted, dispositing Kara in Pascal's hand, "Yeah, you're welcome. Have fun," he called, not bothering to stick around to see what the young wisdom cherub did with the gift.
Pascal didn't mind as he slammed his door shut. Kara swallowed nervously, "Oh Pascal, you brilliant boy... y-you smart enough to take me to get help aren't you?"
"Don't disregard my intelligence," Pascal snapped glaring at the tiny chief, "personally, I believe Lord Lucifer is better off without you, and besides there's no known help TOO get... but that doesn't mean we can't have some fun," the older cherub grinned cruelly walking towards his desk, "I do so love my experiments after all. I think you're of better use as my pet. I can test things on you. I can practice my psychology and mind tricks on you. I wonder how effective the conditional training works... something to see later," Pascal shrugged, dropping Kara into a large pet glass keeping.
Kara yelled in pain as he landed, scrambling to get up to first look around, he was the only living being in the holding glass, good. Then he rushed to the edge to see that Pascal must have already stepped out. This was confirmed when the bedroom door opened with Pascal coming back.
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