The little whispering imps were the first to notice. Always fearful of, well everything but humans, they sensed the coming of the host well before anyone else. They didn’t matter much anyway, their task was to whisper simple ideations in the ears of man but most didn’t have the power to make the words stick. Their masters were of more interest but they were few and hid in all the dark places. They would’ve been told by their minions what was coming. This land was not important enough in the schemes of the world to warrant any substantial resources from hell, any resistance found before the demon-lord arrived would be a pittance.<br/><br/>It was just after nightfall the host had the option to become seen and while it would have been impressive they were not supposed to alert the humans of their presence and thus stayed ethereal. All landed on different rooftops of the city and looked out upon their new battlefield. Their presence alone, such a high concentration of heavenly beings brought a peace with it, many arguments slowly dissipated crying children calmed, even the stray dogs in the street quieted. All seemed to right itself, this was the glory of the heavens, a peace that surpassed all transgressions.  Antonius himself perched upon the highest pinnacle of the city’s church his armor glimmering in the moonlight. His visage eerie, yet awe inspiring to those who could see him. As an Archangel of heaven to be anything less was impossible.<br/><br/>It will be here in the chapel that he would make his command quarters until Zefiriel returned with a more suitable option. Being ethereal on Earth had its benefits as he allowed himself to sink through the roof of the chapel and into its main sanctuary. He was pleased to find a priest there at prayers. But as he listened it became obvious that this man had lost his faith. His prayers were empty, hollow, as though he was simply fulfilling an obligation.<br/>This would not do. Touching the floor Antonius moved in front of the man. Renew your faith brother. Your flock is in need of its shepherd. The priest jumped, falling backward and landing on his bottom. “Who, wh… who is there? Who said that?” Shaking his head Antonius continued, Brother what has happened to your faith that you do not recognize when heaven speaks to you? Standing now the priest has regained most of his composure, “Please show yourself that I may know I’m not mad and speaking to shadows.” His faith was poor indeed if he needed physical proof. It did not break the rules to show himself to a priest it would not alter the outcome of this he thought. Antonius blinked as it only took a thought to appear to the man. Now do you believe priest? You are supposed to be teaching the people to increase their faith but you have already lost yours. Shocked and overwhelmed the poor man fell over again, then crawling forward into a kneeling/bowing position, “Forgive my lack of faith! I do as the church commands but there is so little return from it has made me doubt.” There is your first mistake. “W-what?” The church was created by man and is therefore flawed. You are learned and can read the holy texts. Do as they say first, then if it agrees with the texts do as the church says. “O-of course my Lord. But where do I begin?” At the beginning of course. But you must be vigilant, as I said your flock is soon be under attack. There will be help here but we are not permitted to interact with them like you are. Fulfill your oaths to the Great Lord and never lose faith. With that Antonius disappeared from the priest’s sight. He continued to watch him the rest of the night when he wasn’t meeting with his captains and placing his men to cover the city proper and the outlying village.<br/>