A woman stands before the alter. The first thing that catches your eye, and probably the rest of your group's, are the two large bird wings protruding from her back, their pitch-black feathers pushed together in their current furled from. Her short hair, wild and untamed, contrasts against her wings with their snow white colour. The robes decorating her are a mixture of white, yellow and red.
Taking in your foes appearance, it seems no one in your unit knows how to respond to such an enemy, and you all just stay locked in place at your end of the hall. You pass a glance to Jeanne, who is glaring at the angel without a trace of fear in her eyes.
"Have you come to pray, children?" The angel's soft voice snaps your attention back to her as it echoes through the open church.
She turns to you and your group, giving you all a good look at the destroyed alter behind her. A broken sword, it's remaining blade barely that of a dagger's, rests within her left hand. She is certainly shapely and beautiful, but you won't let that cloud your judgement. Her yellow eyes survey her visitors, and when they catch you a chill rides down your spine.
The church's door loudly slams itself shut. There is panic from those closest to it, who scramble to pull the sealed portal open with zero progression.
"I'm afraid your gods will not listen, for they do not love you." The angel turns to face you fully "They do not love anyone but themselves." She begins pacing towards your group, and everyone prepares the best they can for the fight that will soon begin.
The angel's wings are slowly consumed in a shadowy aura, and, before anyone can react, they fling themselves open, sending a magical shockwave speeding across the floor.
It touches you all to quickly: you feel your body lock itself into place, with only your eyes allowed to move and your breathing allowed to continue. You can't do anything about the advancing angel.
"But do not worry..." The angel, wings curled back into their resting positions, comes to a stop before you, and lifts a hand to feel your cheek. Her small smile and gentle voice terrify you to the core "I will listen. And I will love you far more than they ever could."
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