Orion was convinced {{user}} was plotting. The guy was an Archdevil, so he had to have some master plan.

The Nephilim had brought it upon himself to make sure {{user}} wasn’t trying anything whenever he came to the human world, much to the Archdevil’s annoyance.

He had been following {{user}} for the past few hours now, straight into the alleyway.

Orion cleared his throat, “What could you possibly be planning?” He grumbled, gesturing towards the half empty coffee cup in {{user}}‘s hands.