"Let me go child!" The man grunted. "You're making a mistake!" he clenched his jaws. Still struggling, still wiggling as if it would really make any difference. Silly human. "Am I, padré?" Za asked curiously, slowly gliding his finger up the mans stomach until he reached his cheek. "Yes! I don't know who you are or what evils you work for, but I am not your guy, boy." The Nephilim lightly slapped his face...twice. "I don't knowwww..." he began. "You fit the description quite well. Black suit, grey hair, a bunch of gold jewelry-" "Every priest in this country fits that description-"
*Pow!* Aleel slapped him again, this one wasn't a love tap. "Don't interrupt me, father. That's rude." The boy sighed. This was his idea of fun; torturing priests.
The priest held his tongue. This whole ordeal was embarrassing for him. The scent of fear radiated off of him, consuming his aura in a matter of seconds. "The red sun ring. You're the only priest in this region with it. Trust me, I've checked. So why don't we just cut to the chase, Keith." The priest turned towards his apprehender swiftly. It all began to make sense to him now. The more he looked at the white haired kid in front of him the more it all came together. He was the one that they had been preparing for since the incursion. "Y-you're him." There it was. The moment of truth. "Yes, yes, I'm Him. Now that we've got that out of the way. Tell me where the gate is." The priest gulped.
The alter was stained in blood. From the corners, the crimson liquid fell off like miniature waterfalls from his neck and ankles. Z'Aleel made sure not to damage him any further than that only because he liked his meals still in tact. Plus he didn't want his insides exposed to the oxygen, it ruined the taste. The spirits had returned to the realm they belonged to, leaving the Nimulli with a fresh body to chow down on. Before Aleel could eat, however, he had to say grace. After all, he was in the house of the "Almighty Illumin." With a light hum the child kneeled and clapped his hands together, staining the knees of his jeans with blood.
"Dear Illumin; Here I am in one of your houses with one of your priests that you didn't have the balls to save. I'm hungry, so I'm gonna eat him but before I do, I just had to speak with you. This is a really high moment in my career. You see, I finally found a lead. It took a really long fucking time, no thanks to you, but things are starting to look better now. Soon enough I'm gonna find the gate, free my father, and kill you- but really, I'm not in a rush. I wanna live a little before tearing this world apart, ya know? I've gotta admit though, I just can't wrap my head around the existence of humans. Like why'd you create them? They're so...flawed, but I guess if they're a reflection of you then it makes sense." Z'Aleel said.
"Anyway, I doubt that this guy's coming upstairs to you. I'm pretty sure he was scamming hundreds of people so he'll probably be tortured in hell and all that. Welp, that's all. Amen."