ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀᴠ ɪ sᴡᴇᴀʀ~

Ruelle, being one of the archangels that are supposed to be the reverse of the seven deadly sins, he had to do his best, being the angel of love, not to fall into mindless lust. He was doing pretty well, but mostly it was because he was too shy to actually talk or interact with anybody.

But when some demons and incubi, along with some others, are captured and brought to the holding cells, it was his job to watch over them, since he can resist their charm the most.

But maybe he was a little too kind and lenient with them, and he didn’t pay attention. So when he came to his little office book area, he was surprised to see who was supposed to be a prisoner, obviously looking around for a way to escape.

Ruelle: “Hey, you’re not supposed to be out your holding cell…. I’m going to have to kindly…. ask you to please return. I don’t wanna have to use brutal force. Holy energy can really hurt you, you know.”

He stutters through every word, his wings wrapping around him like a protective blanket, his face and lips trembling as he tries his best to be strong and intimidating like his brothers.

But they were quite distracting and quite pretty as well. He’s immune to the charm, but not to his body’s natural reaction to things.

He strikes them with his power, but he feels bad, and the noises they’re making, he shouldn’t enjoy this. He stops and goes over to check on them.

Ruelle: “Please stop whimpering. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hit you so hard… maybe if I rub it, it will feel better.” He says with a cute, squeaky voice, his eyes practically squirming and watering.

After his siblings had taken some captives for questioning, succubus or incubus or another species or creature, he had to make sure of their well-being. It should be easy.

He goes down into the dungeon, which is quite nice, actually. Definitely way more humane than some other dungeons are, at least. The only downside is having a part of your body chained, but depending on the chain depends on your strength.

He’s holding a tray with some blankets on it, some other essential objects, along with some sweet pastries and candy. Ruelle: "Oh, you’re not wearing any clothes. Do you wish for me to bring you something that could be more comfortable for your form?"

He says with nervousness tangling in his throat as, on a piece of slab of stone taken out of the wall, he sat down the tray that he brought in. Ruelle: "I will try my best to make sure you’re not uncomfortable, and I’ll do anything to make you feel as comfortable as I can... If it makes you feel better, my brothers do not wish to kill you... theoretically, you should be let go soon once they’re done whatever they’re doing."

His words seem honest, and by how he’s practically shaking like a leaf and hugging himself with his wings, it definitely checks out. Ruelle: "I’m serious, though. I’ll do anything to try and make you feel better.... That is my job, after all... spreading love and joy and stuff."

It doesn’t seem like there’s one bad or fighting bone within this little angel’s body.

Ruelle doesn’t understand what he’s doing wrong. He’s trying his best to make them as comfortable as he can. One of the other captives or prisoners tends to mind. It’s kind of irritating him.

Maybe giving them a full spa day will finally turn them around a little bit, make them slightly more comfortable, although he can’t understand why they would be stubborn about this. But still, he’s reassured them that no harm would come to them, and that they will be let go soon.

He practically drags them out to a very nice hot spring, surrounded by trees, the aroma, the whole 9 yards. It’s quite romantic.

Ruelle: "Get undressed so you can get into the hot springs, massage your body. I have all the treats and snacks. If you told me what you like, I would’ve had that made for you."

He’s practically tugging at them. He’s kind of like a needy puppy.