Silas heaved. His wings were taking on a bigger weight then he had expected. It was weighing on him now. His fall. He quickly folded his wings against his back. He lightly stepped down stairs and went to the bar. He couldn't think straight. His mind swirled with regret and anguish. He sat down at an empty table. Humans would naturally flock to him. The humans didn't know they would head to their death if they followed him. He smiled as a young woman served him and he drank heartily.

His mind swarmed as the alcohol took effect. Getting him drunk enough to where he couldn't think straight but not drink enough to where he couldn't do his job. He laughed and cheered with the humans as they spoke about rebellious wives and enemies. He envied the humans. Life was so mortal to them. They didn't need to think about everyday they spent on earth as he did. He flustered as he felt his soul chill. A soul of a soul trader passed before him and swirled around him. Beckoning him to the scene of the crime before disappearing. he noticed Chiaro and since he presence would probably already be known he chose not to hide it. He stood beside Chiaro with a grin on his face. "Quite a mess isn't it?"