"Tch. Coward." Tetramis walked over, surveying the carnage as a host of Angels arrive. "Brothers and Sisters, I'm afraid I have failed the Order, I have allowed a Demon to escape."<br/><br/>The oldest Angel rubbed the bridge of his nose in mock dissapointment, before he said, "Never, Sister. Just concentrate on stopping Pharos." He looked at her, evaluating, "You try too hard to Purify. You cannot be everywhere, so relax. The world was made in God's divine will, such that it is in perfect equalibrium, for every creature has a set time to die," And he added in afterthought, "Even me."<br/><br/>"I will remember that Celebrum, but we need to clean up this mess, the bodies will no doubt poison the earth. I believe-" She stopped as the Celebrum held up a hand for silence.<br/><br/>"We will Cleanse this place. You go on, kill anyone who gets in the way. Under no circumstances should you allow Pharos to escape." The Celebrum turned and began issuing orders to the other Angels. White flour was poured in a circular pattern, with a star fitted in the center.<br/><br/>Tetramis turned to face Shiki and Prince, "Both of you have proven yourselves worthy of a Wyrda. It is a special symbol bestowed onto one whom the Angel believes is a friend. By attaining this, you will know my location and likewise, so will I. Will you accept the Symbol?"<br/><br/>In the distance, she felt a creature, yes, creature, of bloodshed and violence, about to descend upon them. The Angels paused in their activities, looking skywards. Even as the Celebrum's eyes registered the creature, his hands traced the symbol of the Death Angel. The Death Angel was a title bestowed on a single member of their race at any point in time. His fate and goals would suit the race. In other terms, he was the strength of their race.