Yvonne came to the realization that this had to be another test.  Heaven and Hell holding hands?  It was a joke, but the commander of the Polish Women’s Battalion would be prepared for anything and, if the last 6 months had taught her anything, to keep an open-mind.  She could spy an attack better that way.  The Chosen would need her protection, and He would not suffer this Darcy witch, or her corrupted son, to live, so neither would Yvael, His Warrior.<br/><br/>Isolde thought herself the damned, and Yvonne had though it once, too, but He worked in mysterious ways, He did.  She promised Isolde nothing but her service.  “If I am this “righteous” stakeholder, then you must understand I will do as My Lord bids me by His Word and His messengers.  I will do what is right, and I will follow you.  I do not know who sent this, but He works in mysterious ways, indeed, and as there are few we know mutually, I have my suspicions.  I think it best we meet again with any who wish to be involved in this mission.  We must have a battle plan.”<br/><br/>The blonde soldier gave her an assured nod and moved for the exit.  “He will be our guide.  We must only be open to receiving His messages and we will succeed.”  As soon as they stepped out, however, the assistant met them.<br/><br/>“Oh, wundebar!” said he.  The tone was almost out of breath, but he did not look it beyond his age, more that he was relieved.  “You found one another.  Missives arrived for the both of you while you were conversing.”<br/><br/>The half-angel did not feel the aura of a demon like she had the night Kohler had raided the church, and reassured herself that he was not one, but upon extending hers to assess him, she did receive the gentle burning sensation of a holy angel, not unlike that of Raphael.  It was not the same, but this man had been possessed much like Father Forthill had been that day at the cafe, possibly also by an archangel.  She thanked him, her eyes wide with wonder, and opened her note immediately.  Almost like an inside joke, this, too, requested a rendezvous at such a location.<br/><br/>Her smirk was humored as she turned it to the red-haired woman.  “He works in mysterious ways,” was all she responded, continuing on her way out.<br/><br/>Yvonne parted the church, moving hastily to avoid being seen with Isolde - someone who did not want to be seen would all the more likely wish not to be seen with another.  This meeting was for the following morning and she needed to prepare.  Whether or not the two women knew who the original sender had been, this second made her smile all the way across the street, through surveying the premises and ensuring Isolde’s safe exit, and the rest of her walk back to the hotel.  Once there, she kneeled at the bed and sent up a prayer.  Thanks for His speedy work, forgiveness for her arrogance in not considering Him as a possibility for the first missive or being worthy of her own if it was, and admitted her confusion in His Chosen.<br/><br/>“I do not question you, Holy Spirit, as your guidance is infallible,” she began, “but you know the doubt in my heart for Your Chosen.  Isolde Devereaux is not a follower of the way.  She suggests union between the Righteous and the Damned, the Upstanding with the Fallen, and Your Scripture, given to us through the hands of Your Chosens prior, warns us against such paths of darkness.”  Her teeth ground at the thought of the players who might intend to lead others from the light, but she took a deep breath and remembered Him.  “Ever-faithful, my Heavenly Father, I will strive to perish the darkness in my doubt and on this path. Tomorrow we meet, Your Chosen.  I pray for the clarity to understand Your mission and the strength to carry it out, whatever obstacles and adversities we face. Should we die, I pray to meet You at the Holy Gates, hand-in-hand with the Believers, a sacrifice to the cause as You sacrificed Your Son for us.”<br/><br/>She shifted on her knees, a memory working its way to the forefront of her mind, weeks past, distracting from the prayer.  “And Lord?” she asked, “Please keep safe those who may be redeemed but have yet to find their way.  My personal duty will be to teach these persons The Word.  My… my failure to do so, either way, should not be the final mark upon their souls, though I know You will Judge them as they have deserved… I believe they are capable of walking the road You paved given the time to locate it in their hearts.”  She quickly crossed herself, offering her thanks, and stood to shake away the thoughts of oceans and dark-haired men who could master or be swallowed whole by them.