Angel and Books of Dark Origin.

Ezriel paces around, wondering on what his next step should be.

"I have to visit the library for this one."

He waves his hand in a swirl around him and he vanishes from his house and appears in a large library. 

"It has been years, Ezriel." A warm male voice comments, the angel smiles without even having to turnaround, knowing who it is already.

"If it isn't the immortal library keeper. You know, you are living for all eternity, you could ask me to take you out with me someday?"

"Looks like you are not tired of earth yet if you are saying this tome. I think you would like an extra demons to haunt?"

Ezriel tuts and shakes his head. "Even in all these years, you always manage to get the last word."

The man looking to be around his late fifties chuckles, but he is very well a hundred times more than that in age. "So what has brought you here now? You caught that pesky one?"

"I did. After being on his trail for over twenty years, thanks to information from your library. That is why I am here today. I am here for two pieces of information."

'Which and which?"

"I need to find a succubus named Anythe. Nothing more than that but she is the daughter of a woman named Viola Artres. And I need to look in on deep black."

"Black?" The library keeper frowns deeply. "Why would you be interested in Black?"

"I just had the weirdest encounter with a woman shrouded in a mix of purple and black."

"She is part succubus then."

"Yes but she is none of my business, I just want to know what that black could mean."

"Follow me."

The library keeper walks ahead swiftly and comes to a stop right in the middle of the library, presumably. You never can really see the end or beginning of the place.

He stops and looks up. He extends his hands into the air and mutters something.

There is silence for some seconds, but the next is disrupted by the sound of flying books.

Two large books specifically float above his hands, and then gently, they float to Ezriel who picks them out of the air.

"Thank you."

"The blue one has information you need about any succubus, just say the name. It'll find it for you while the bonded one, be careful with it. I haven't opened it in a thousand years. The last time I did, it almost swallowed me."

With those words, the library keeper whooshes away to another part of the library.

"Tried to swallow him?" Ezriel mutters to himself.

Blowing dust off a large reading area, Ezriel takes his seat and opens the blue book. Its blank.

"Viola Artres." Ezriel asks clearly

The book starts to write.

Everything it knows about Viola is printed on its pages. Then it ends with "Last sighted in the Winter of 1990. No one has heard anything of her ever since. Dead, captured or back into the pit, no one knows."

Ezriel opens the next page and it's a page large picture of her.

Beautiful woman laughing and twirling her hair in her hands.

And on the next page is a picture of her as a succubus. Safe to say she is still beautiful but now there is now that dangerous edge attached to it.

Ezriel notes that there, in the book, is no record of her ever giving birth. The book does not help in any way.

He tries again, this time. "Anythe."

Nothing.

He clears his throat and tries again. "Anythe."

And yet nothing shows.

"Is that normal?" He asks no one in particular, waiting for a minute to see if anything pops up but there is nothing.

"Succubus with dark shroud."

Nothing.

"Well, it was worth a try." He mutters.

He pushes it aside and pulls the wine colored bound book to himself.

Around the book's edges are skeleton hands entwined tightly around each other. Ezriel tries to open it but the bony fingers do not budge. He sighs and touches the gem on its cover, hoping something happens for it to open.

The gem glows crimson for a second before the fingers separate.

The book opens with a loud whoosh, opening itself to the middle page.

Appearing on its blank pages is a simple question. 

"What would you seek in a book like this, Angel?"

Ezriel smirks. It's darker than he could have thought. Only high level dark books could do that.

"What does a black mist around a demon mean?"

"You have to exchange something to learn."

"What do you want?"

"Hm. Tell me one thing, how did it feel to be a fallen angel?"

Ezriel frowns immediately, the question touching a raw nerve.

"Fine ill tell you. I like my current state, I wont like it if an angel tears me apart in anger. A black mist around a demon might mean they are so far gone, they have gone beyond and are not redeeming."

"But there is no redemption for a demon?"

"For some there used to be. It could also mean something else."

"What?" Ezriel inquires, curiosity piqued.

"For me to tell you, you will have to put your hand in that appearing black vortex."

And surely enough, a black swirling whirlwind began to spring from the book.

Without a moments hesitation, Ezriel slams the book shut.

Just like a spinning whirlwind could mean he has a message from above, it could equally mean, especially a black one, that he is headed below.

And that is no place for an angel, a pure being.

There is no coming back from that level of falling as an Angel.

Heart hammering in his chest, he springs up from the chair. He spins around and appears in front of his blank television in his living room…

"A demon who once had redemption. Hm… interesting."

His subconscious wishes to see her again but nothing of such happens, only the distant fading away of a perverted ghost.