"The issue has been taken care of." Raquel quietly discloses, readjusting the dark planes of his cloak.

Summoning a demon to do your biddings was one thing. But stepping out of those unholy markings, you didn't expect to find an angel all those nights ago.

Archangel as Raquel always corrected you. As if there was a difference. The being let on next to nothing about his past, only that his business in the Heavens was miniscule compared to other ties.

The slim man steps past you, the air cooling under his presence as the stark, raven-like wings along his shoulders tuck in comfortably, mirrored by the smaller pair lining his temples like a faux crown.

Now, he looks on at you expectantly, stoic face sparing a glimpse of interest at your scowl. Raquel knew full well you'd hadn't ordered him to...remove those debtors. But he thought it generous to anyway. Now, he was just waiting for some gratitude.