Around her the sounds of rallying cries and screams of triumph or death surrounded the open field, bodies of both angels and demons strewn about. For hours the two sides fought, both dwindling slowly in numbers until finally the few that were left out of hundreds retreated behind the safety of warm walls. She however, did not. Flicking the dark blood from her blade to the right of her, Evelyn walked among the piles of bodies. From head to toe she was covered in silver armor, her face hidden, with the only sign of her gender being the shaped breastplate of her body armor. Large, bleach white wings were tucked against her back to keep them from harms way, though ready to be used if need be.<br/><br/>Scanning the perimeter of the woods that shaped around the bloody plain, Evelyn paused when she heard a breath- A ragged one. Turning her head and peering through the slits in the helmet she wore, she spotted a figure on the ground who seemed to be unconscious- A demon. With silent steps she walked closer, until she stared down at the monster who was covered in blood. Pulling the blade from the sheath, Evelyn lifted her sword with one hand, prepared to decapitate the demon as she already had numerous others, both in battle and after. As she noticed a grimace of pain from the man on the ground, however, she hesitated. Never before had she hesitated in the least to murder these monsters, even from those who had begged for their lives. After a full minute of standing with her sword raised, Evelyn slowly slid it back into the sheath at her left hip. With a brief glance around among the eerie silence, she frowned.<span style="font-style: italic">This isn't right.. The beast deserves to die.</span>She told herself, but to no prevail.<br/><br/>Slowly she crouched until she could slide her arms beneath the man's shoulders, the other arm beneath his knees, lifting him in a bridal fashion. Although he was quite heavy for her, she managed. After years of war, she'd grown used to carrying bodies. Glancing to the sky now, Evelyn's wings began ever so slowly stretching out, until the were out at their full length. One wing alone was at least six feet if not longer, though not only were they able to stretch far out, but contained a nice amount of width as well as length. Covered with downy soft feathers that were untainted by any substance, there'd been many times that her wings had been enough of a cradling blanket to soothe her to sleep when music could not. Crouching just slightly while carefully holding the man, Evelyn took a small breath and closed her eyes beneath the helm. With a strong down stroke of her wings that sent a gust of wind in all directions, she was able to rocket both herself and the demon she carried up past the clouds to prevent herself from being seen going elsewhere.<br/><br/>Once locating the cabin that was a safe distance away and that she'd previously used as a safe house for herself, Evelyn landed. As soon as her feet ever so softly touched the ground, her wings, with a flourish, folded against her back once more in hiding. Taking the demon inside, she carefully laid him on an old, battered sofa, the windows of the small home coated with dust.