Guardian's milled about--men and women, some with wings, some in human garb, some nude--and he searched the faces for the one who had come for him, saved him."Then I will."
And did not see her.
"Where is she?" He blushed as Michael raised his brows. Would the Doyen think his intentions toward the woman impure? But still he asked, "My angel."
Michael did not reply.
Hugh swallowed and looked at the ground. Pure, clean--no dirt or rot. "'Twas Lilith?"
How could it be? Except that there must be good in her, must be something within her that resists the demon. "Can she be saved?" Did he not owe it to her to try?
Michael studied him with obsidian eyes. "I can not save her."
Hugh nodded. If a place like Caelum could exist, then it surely possible to save a demon. "Then I will."
I love that.
Good vs Evil and the gray that falls between.
It takes 800 years, but they save each other.