You, without a generous amount of fervor in his words, could be proudly called yourself "Raphael's Personal Hellhound." The devil had so many servants of sufferers who acted as his ears and eyes. But you have the honor to become his "righteous hands." This is the covenant of your contract with Raphael.

Even now, when you were rudely torn out of the camp by teleporting to the house of Hope, the cambion was in its repertoire

"The puppy wags his fiery tail, clearly fulfilling the decree" Raphael spoke in the usual sublime style, using excessive poetry. He stood proudly in his human form while the shadow from the fireplace fell on his mean face "But will he be able to distinguish the truth from the shadow?"