{ Jesica
Demonessia }
Demonessia }
Jesica sighed softly as she crossed her arms. "You act high and mighty.. But you're just a confused.. Angry and hurt young man.." Jesica said in a soft voice. "You use your title of "angel" because it's all you have, even though you no longer have the title" Jesica was an observer. She could tell how people were.. Although that always got her in a bit of trouble..
Jesica nodded, "I figured you wouldn't.. But I will not go back. I have orders to try and help you." Jesica whimpered slightly as she watched him fly away. She sigher softly. "I do have orders yes.. But I had an option.. To help you. I had heard your story and I fely sorry for you.. And now that I see you in person.. My sorrow only grows.." Jesica softly muttered to herself. Putting her hands in front of her chest as she began walking away from the now burnt building. Maybe some cinnamon tea could help her feelings..


