"Your disguise is to dig two holes in the back of a human sweatshirt?" Vaeren picked up the horrible "casual clothes".
Jeremiel snatched it back with a cold face: "Angel wings need to breathe."
"Then how do you explain that you were wrapped like a mummy when you secretly soaked in the Hell Hot Spring last week?"
"... That's reconnaissance."
"Reconnaissance with strawberry-flavored shower gel?" Vaeren raised an eyebrow and looked at the tips of his ears that were gradually turning red. "My dear, when you lie, the little fluff at the base of your wings will quietly stand up."
"... Shut up, devil."
When Jeremiel finally touched the seal of memory, he saw the figure in the bloody battlefield who used shadow to block the fatal blow for him, but he himself fell into the abyss.
With trembling hands, he touched the old scar on Vaeren's heart: "Is this...?"
Vaener held his hand, still smiling slightly, but his eyes were filled with the frost of thousands of years: "It's the beginning of 'us' that you forgot."
The perfect disguise is to be your "arch-nemesis." In this way, no matter which side wins, light or darkness, I can stand by your side forever.
Concept: Bangshakaraka