When Kael appeared in the room, the cardinals present froze for a moment. It wasn't out of fear, but because of the disconcerting aura of kindness that surrounded him. It was a warm, almost sacred feeling... and, at the same time, unsettling. He seemed like an emissary.
If he had consumed Angel's blood, the effect would have been even more pronounced. Kael knew that. Even so, he didn't need it. His mere presence was enough to upset the balance in the room.
His smile widened, soft and controlled, an expression of courtesy that did not betray a single crack in his mask. With that same serenity, he took a step forward and finished entering the room.
The cardinals looked at each other. For a moment, no one spoke. Then, almost in unison, they regained their composure. Their faces softened, and smiles appeared.
They had been taken by surprise. They had expected arrogance, power, or threats... but not this.
Not that impeccable calm that disarmed them without violence.
