Celine stood in the shadows of a nearby building as she looked upon the cathedral. The yellow flickering lights from the candles inside gave an inviting feel on this dark night. But Celine didn't feel welcomed. The cathedral, tall and broken down as it was, looked like a beast, for now it seemed harmless but once it knew who she was, it'll eat her whole. She wasn't afraid, she'd cut this beast down if she had to. All the rebels inside have a simple decision to make, help her, or die. Her mouth twitched at the idea of how many bodies she could cut down in there, how much blood will be on the floor after.<br/><br/>Shaking her head and using her left hand to pinch the bridge of her nose, Celine fought against the temptation of violence tonight. There was no doubt that she needed the rebels help, she needed their help to find Vincent.<br/><br/>Looking back at the cathedral, Celine's silver eyes went to observe the two guards at the entrance. Their armor old and sad, how easily the demon sword could pierce through that armor, and she wondered how the guards would scream in agony when she would twist the blade. Celine took in a sharp breath as pain shot through her right arm and her hand twitched, itching to take out the demon sword now.<br/><br/>Slipping deeper into the shadows, Celine leaned against the wall of the building as she gripped her right, taking in deep breaths. She felt the darkness slow slip back into the sword, the pain left her arm and Celine sighed with relief as she was able to breath easier. Using the back of her left hand, she swiped away some sweat from her forehead.<br/><br/>She spent nearly an entire month looking for the rebels, and to allow her leg to heal perfectly so it wouldn't hinder her, waiting was over, she was close to joining the rebels, she will not let this chance slip because of her desire for blood. The demon sword called out for it though, it lurked, waited to be used again. She hadn't used the sword since she killed Lord Perrin and his men. There was so much blood, the smell of it was so sweet. No, she will save Vincent, no matter what.<br/><br/>Busying herself she checked her things. Her clothes were dark and worn from travel, most will probably underestimate her, that's fine, having the element of surprise is always important. Her sword was sharp and polished. Her hand barely touching the demon sword she checked if the cloths that she wrapped around the hilt and the sheath were secured, she was sure no one will recognize  the intricate design of but she didn't plan to take any chances.<br/><br/>She changed her name to Lyn Dravus, and her little sob story consisted of her being an orphan, true, her brother was sent to a camp or lab, again true, but she was also sent to the camp or lab, however was lucky enough to escape. Not true but it was a common enough story among the rebels, if they doubted her, she'll easily impress them with her swordplay, maybe. Still she needed to keep her false identity up, at least until she had information of where her brother is.<br/><br/>Pulling her sleeve lower over her hand and tightening the glove more securely, she believed that she was ready. Stepping out from behind the shadows and into the lights from the street lanterns she walked in confident strides towards the cathedral. Slightly pulling her hood back, the guards recognized her as a recruit and nodded. Placing her hand against the rough wooden door of the cathedral, Celine pushed the door open, the light shining into her eyes and the voices louder.<span style="font-style: italic">Vincent, wait for me.</span>