The man sighed, and growled, as he sat down on the special cot in the medical examination room. He had a hand over his side, his clothing torn slightly, revealing chiselled muscles... which complimented his rather tall and broad physique, and looked around.

"Wonder who'll see me THIS time..." he muttered.

"And wonder if they'll act like I'm here to destroy them and send them to hell." he then mumbled further, shaking his head.

His name was Ezekiel, but he went by Zeke, and he was under the employment of Hal Sharp at Special Unit 3. He was employed as one that was responsible when physical force was needed in dealing with threats... and it was for a good reason.

He was a very unique individual... one whose birth could be seen as a sin. He was the spawn of a mortal and an angel... but he was also much more than that. Not that he ever really needed to go that far into it. His presence often caused people to fear for their lives, and he had grown weary of it.

But he knew there was nothing he could do about it. Such was his destiny, his fate. Because of what he was.

He was rarely here in the medical wing of the Unit, mostly because his own natural mana was usually enough to heal whatever injuries he had sustained for whatever reason... but this was no so on this occasion. And all times in the past, those that were tasked to tend to him often looked like they were scared to touch him, for fear of offending or angering him.

So he sighed again and brushed some of his blonde hair away from his deep blue eyes, and stared at the door, waiting for whoever was going to come through it.

"Yeah." Zeke replied.

"Call me Zeke. My full name's too... stuffy and formal." he mumbled.

"And yeah, I was." he said.

"I was tasked to take down a Wormtongue Basilisk." he told her. "Normally it'd be fine, but I guess this one had had experiments done on it or something? Its acid spit was a LOT more potent than normal." he continued.

"Normally my own mana would have healed me completely by now, but this time it's taking too long, and odds are I'll suffer some serious damage if left alone." he went on.

Zeke was silent for a moment, taken by two things.

The first was her absolutely gorgeous eyes... and the second was how she was already acting differently from how everyone else seemed to act around him.

He then shook his head slightly, and nodded.

"Yeah, sure." he said.

"Knock yourself out." he told her.

He then lifted his arms up above his head, so she could move his clothing if need be, and see the wound on his torso.

Zeke sighed again.

"Well... Nephilim, actually." he said.

"Between an archangel and a necromancer." he went on.

"But it's still pure." he then said further. "So no. I'm not fallen or anything." he confirmed.

'...........huh.' he thought.

'This woman is... different from all the rest...' he thought further, almost marvelling at the development.

Zeke raised an eyebrow when she made her little joke.

THIS was something ENTIRELY new to him. Nobody had ever made a joke like that before.

He... wasn't opposed to it, surprisingly.

"....uh... right." he said.

"Can... can do." he told her, slightly shaking his head again.

"Take... as much time as you need." he then said further.

Zeke remained silent as she said what she did, and left.

"......ah..." he stammered.

"Huh." he mumbled.

"That... she... hm." he muttered further.

This was certainly new to him. He'd never experienced anything like THIS before.

And now he had to figure out what that all meant for him.

'...Angela...' Zeke thought.

"Yeah." he called back.

"Sure thing." he said.

He then sighed as she saw the door open, and bit his lip slightly.

'....Angela...' he repeated mentally.

"........" Zeke was silent for a moment, before sighing.

"All right." he replied.

He then lifted up his shirt (or what was left of it), and got it out of the way.

"Go ahead." he told her.

"And no worries on the hurting." he went on. "I've experienced some pretty great pain in my life already." he continued.

"I'm pretty sure I can handle this."

Zeke was silent and confident at first... but the more she went on, the more he felt the pain.

And his face showed it, too.

He winced repeatedly, as his muscles tensed up, and his hands balled into fists.

"Ah, holy crap." he said through gritted teeth.

"I've taken HELLFIRE that hurt less than this." he commented.

"The hell is this stuff doing!?" he then asked her.

"I have no doubts this is necessary, but what is WITH this pain!?"

Zeke gritted his teeth again, and growled some.

"Hmph." he muttered.

"Fine with me." he said.

He was then silent for about two minutes, before Angela saw the relief in his expression.

"...whew." he exhaled.

"That was... really something." he muttered, shaking his head a little to clear his mind.