The body of water before him was quite magnificent but he could care less about it as his mind was on other things. He was so torn and he was wondering why he had decided not to kidnap the stupid little girl with too many questions. Maybe it was because he didn't know her name or because she knew his. He needed to stop doing that, he needed to stop using his real name in every single situation he was in. He could probably pass of as his angel of a brother Castiel. The name would be soiled if his brother ever were to step foot in the lands he stood. Yes, that was a perfect plan.
He had remembered his promise to Castiel and Alodia. In hell and high water, I'm going to kill you slowly and painfully. It was a promise that both he and Cicero had made to the two little angels in their litter. That was how his messed up family seemed to work. The kids were either complete angels or the perfect devils. He, naturally, was the perfect devil and his litter had been split 50/50. Yes, Cicero would find him soon and they could wreak havoc but until then he was on his own to cause as much chaos as he could.
