After ducking into an alcove Ono was grabbed into a hug. She was about to attack when she realized who it was. Ono limply wrapped her arms around the tall angel before letting go and simply looking at her. "Azazel....how did you find me? Why are you here?" Ono's voice was quiet and soft and she had so many questions but she limited them to those two for now. She knew this wasn't the holy energy she had felt earlier as Azazel's clothes were gray. Ono narrowed her eyes at the younger angel recognizing that she had fallen. 'But how? And why did God allow it?'
She was confused and upset, she hadn't been able to glimpse her Father's ministrations for some time and for all she knew he could have sent an archangel to eliminate her. At the thought, her wings fluttered because an archangel was no joke, they hardly left heaven save for something disastrous. Ono looked back at Azazel, she had a feeling she was about to learn some important, if not life-changing, facts.
Azazel waited as Ono made her way to where she waited, the steps came to her ears as Ono backed into the alcove, with an ecstatic hum she stepped forward wrapping her arms around the fellow Fallen angel. The woman jumped but she obviously recognized the touch of her hug, she turned around and confirmed who she thought she was. Azazel unfurled her wings showing them to her, they were indeed gray like she was, meaning she fell not of taint but her own wishes, in that way her wings differed from Ono's black ones, though in the dark of the alcove it might not be readily apparent. Her wings wrapped around the shorter angel as she held her warmly to her frame. The question she asked was still fresh,
"Though you whisper it's still your voice..." as cryptic as a seer, it was a hobby of hers, luckily she would know what it meant. She cloaked her power but Azazel could still sense it a small bit was still her.
"There is much to be done before I can rest my head once more" Azazel meant it literally, this power wasn't something she had a firm control over. Whenever her seer powers thought something was important she would get bombarded by it, constantly until it was taken care of. It's hard to rest when death and destruction run wild in your head.
"The black hands edge their claws into this land, a demon of holiness treads the land while the blood mother hunts him for the one that covets his soul. His black vestige tears at the heartstrings of the Daughters of Janus from behind the veil that binds him to his prison. The Half Blooded Prince holds destruction in hand and love in the other, while the crooked work cracks at it's seals hungry to tear souls asunder once more... An angel descends from heaven, wreathed in light. The Holy Destroyer is guided by unseen hands." the strain would start to show then and she slumped against Ono tiredly if the second angel understood any of what Azazel said as jumbled as messed up as it was... it would be the last of it... Raziel had descended to this mortal plane for a purpose aligned with Fate itself.
The sniffling started suddenly teardrops fell from her eyes as she clung weakly to Ono. She was truly a kind soul but mostly some of the scenes were more than just images, emotions and physical sensation were among them... pain mostly, it was a lot to bear th blessing of the future came with the curse of living it catastrophe several times over.