"I am called Lamiel, and I can promise that I will not provide for you the best way out, if there is any such thing in this world." Her black eyes swept across the gathered group. "The coming days will be a horror, and I cannot promise safety, nor a happy ending, but I will do what I can. I come to you alone and unarmed, and if you wish it, I will leave you the same way... but you may come to have need of me before the end. Indeed, I am sure of it.Make your choice, but hurry. There is little time, and I will not stand here to die while waiting for you."
"Thank you Lovely. And while it may be true that such a thing could happen, I do not act without the Pale Rose's word. You won't get me going anywhere... well, maybe not anywhere... without her. She is my Rose, and I protect her."
Turning to looks at Erina, he says "And Angel. This is rather unusual behaviour. I'm not certain I've seen an Angel and a Fallen that close since... well... the last time they came to enlist help of mine. Help, of course."
"Good." Pulling her cloak around her tightly, the angel turned and walked quietly away from the ruins of the castle, hoping that they would have enough time to get clear before anyone else came around looking for survivors. Too many, on both sides of the conflict, were excellent trackers, and the more distance between them and any pursuers, the better Lamiel would feel about the whole project.
As he set off with the other three D'Artigo whistled back. "Jessica! We're leaving now. Is the cat going to come along with us?" What a lovely group. Him, a Lycan female, a vamp female, a fallen angel female and an angel - also female. This was his kind of group.
Careful... A lone angel in a group of vampires and a fallen angel, and a changer... and the Fallen was the one warning about the others? If that wasn't enough to keep any angel on her toes, nothing was. Still, the whole dynamic of this little group was intriguing. Careful observation would be the key to making this work...