"When are you going to stop crying?" little Jared ask nonchalanty.

"I don't want to go out anymore, please don't stop hiding me" beseech by little half-breed nephilim name Azalel.

Jared look at him with grimace.

"I'm still wondering why and what are you doing here in our realm, you don't belong here."

"I'm... Lost" Jared tried to surpress his expression on little nephilims answer. That's stupid, he can't be lost here.

"foolish" He sighed looking at the weak nephilim, giving up his temperament.

He is thinking how ironic is the thing that is happening right now, a nephilim under his feathers? He's hiding an enemy, this is treacherous. Lucky the elders doesnt pay attention at his age much. He felt laziness grip him as he overthink, boredom finally step in.

"what's your deal?" Jared ask while looking boringly at the front. The little nephilim kept sobbing.

"The Nicolatians exiled my true family, im finding my real father."

Jared look at him in disbelief,

"and why did you think your father is here? And how did you even get here?" Fear is starting to crawl in Jareds flesh. He certainly was taught about the barrier of this two worlds of spirits.
There is no, not even the high rank demons can enter their realm unless ask to come, that's the order.

"I-- secretly come with the arcs while they where ask to do measurements in the world and securing Azazyel Gehena prison in the earth" Jared was flabbergasted on what he heard. Oh uh, He smell some trouble.. He know Azazyel, he is the fallen angel, one of the chief of watchers who become fallen...