<strong>Zefiriel, Protector of the Sacrifice<br/>Location: the theatre<br/>Tagged:  Reginald</strong><br/><br/>The rest of the play remained somewhere in the background, as Zefiriel’s attention was now directed towards another kind of story that unfolded in her presence.  She couldn’t help but feel amusement upon seeing how Deva decided to handle the possible threat, but if the demoness would eventually decide to get rid of the annoyance herself, then her little protégé was in real trouble.<br/><br/>Even Zefiriel, a full angel such as she was, couldn’t determine if the succubus would be hard to deal with or not. She supposed that it had to be a lesser demon since Glasya went for the average human (true, he was exquisitely handsome, but a normal human after all) instead of targeting “their chosen ones”. She wished that Antonius was here to guide her.<br/>Zefiriel didn’t tell her new commander when she received this mission what she truly felt, that he had sent her in the wolf’s den without offering her the proper tools for the job. He could have at least given her one of his weapons,after all he had so many, surely he could spare one for her. Zefiriel doubted that she could make much use of it though, she never wielded one before.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, the angel found herself in a bit of a predicament. Supposedly the succubus had no idea that this playhouse was under the protection of the divines… WHAM! That could have been the sound that came out of Zefiriel’s forehead if she had human form to slap it.<br/><br/>“Of course she has no idea that this is protected BECAUSE I DIDN’T MAKE THE PROTECTION FIELD! How could I forget something like this?”<br/><br/>It seems that our honey eyed angel was too distracted by the commotion upon entering the theatre to fulfill her duty by the book. As a guardian angel there was this first rule you had to follow when protecting someone that has been entrusted to you: make a protection shield around him and a protection field around the house. The first she’d done naturally upon being in Reginald's and Noelle's presence, but the latter..well…no wonder any demon (high ranked or low ranked) could enter, it was open to everybody!<br/><br/>It was too late now to drive the succubus away, once she was in it was hard to get Glasya out. The least Zefiriel could do was to keep other demons away from the playhouse and while everyone enjoyed the intermission with the complementary peanuts and grapejuice, she circled the building a couple of times to perfom the divine ritual.<br/><br/>As she spread her silver wings on top of the playhouse, thousands of feathers fell around it in a circular motion, creating a blessed coating of divine origin (a feather-patterned energy bubble, if you will). The barrier was invisible to human eyes, but to any other kind of supernatural being it was bright to the point of blinding one’s eyes.  Zefiriel feared for a moment that this might also draw the attention of the Demon lord and his followers, but it was better to be safe than sorry.<br/><br/><em>Now if only Lord Antonius would send some of his soldiers over here, I could rest a bit.</em>she thought weakened by the effort.<br/>She made her way slowly back into the theatre, in the very same room in which Reginald was waiting the end of what she hoped to be the last intermission.<br/><br/>“You have no idea how much trouble you give me.” She said kindly and sat on his right shoulder, reducing her size to fit there and also to regain her energy. To anyone capable of seeing the supernatural, she would have looked like a fairy stuck in a golden ball of light, leaning against the eccentric man’s headbasket.<br/><br/>“You know, you should marry that girl. I sense spring flowers and throbbing heartbeats whenever she’s near you.”  She concluded before closing her eyes, knowing that she could say anything as long as he didn’t hear the words. Maybe a little tingle of bells, if he was gifted like Deva.<br/>