Sunday found Dmitri sitting on a bench in the city square, waiting for Kanon to arrive. That in itself was nothing unusual; he'd been doing so every Sunday for a while now. Deste didn't need him around most of the time--- or rather, she had told him not to interfere with her work--- and he could always free up his Sundays. In fact, he was at a bit of a loss as to what to do with himself sometimes, so the habit was one that gave him something to look forward to.
They'd gotten off to a bit of a strange start. She'd introduced herself as an angel, and he had in turn revealed that he was a demon. He got the impression that she didn't quite believe him. To be fair, she had a point: he hadn't demonstrated any powers, and he looked human enough as far as anyone could tell. He didn't mind. He didn't know whether to believe her assertion that she was an angel either. There weren't any where he came from, only gods and humans and the odd mythical being. Thus far, as far as Dmitri was concerned, their relationship was one of friendly amusement, trading implausible stories for the purpose of entertainment.
That would soon come to an end, however. Today, Dmitri had shown up to tell Kanon goodbye. In truth, they had already wasted too much time here; it had been clear weeks ago that Deste would not succeed in her objective, but she hadn't been ready to admit it until now. Dmitri didn't relish the idea of returning either, but at least he would bear no part of the blame. There was, at last, some advantage to being written off as useless. It saddened him, too, to have to say goodbye to his unusual friend, but that disappointment he had foreseen. He had brought parting gifts in the way of expensive cakes and a small demon-craft trinket, and the figure he cut sitting at the edge of the fountain was a lonely one.