Zefiriel, Protector of the Sacrifice<br/>Location: the theatre<br/>Tagged:  Deva<br/><br/>The audience laughed, cheered, gasped and whistled at every turn of events that brought life to the stage, being completely oblivious to the dramatical changes taking place outside the playhouse.<br/><br/>Zefiriel could sense the ground trembling with malignant energy and by the time the sun would cast its rays on the land of Krum once more,  she would hear the dreadful wailing of nature’s guardian spirit. The roaring of thunder announced the storm to come, as the wind blew violently over the land, taking rooftops and splitting rotten trees, making them fall to the ground. The rain was fierce, followed by hail in big chunks of ice that could kill small creatures in an instant. The angel could hear the bustling city giving way to chaos and then to silence when every man, woman and child eventually found shelter somewhere in the buildings and houses of Jeron.  Her first thought was to take flight and find Antonius, to ask him if the demons have found their way into the city and if there was anything he could do to stop their march. Instead, she found herself bound by her mission, not being able to flee when another presence filled the humid air within the theatre.<br/><br/>She had seen a horned figure entering the room, cloaked in human form and what a lovely form it was. Tempting like old wine and sweet like honey to the human tongue, the graceful young woman could have fooled even an angel with her charms of innocence. Yet purity is not a virtue that can be faked, it glows from within the soul, taking the shape of its physical shell in the form of a golden aura.<br/><br/>Zefiriel froze for a moment, trying to decide where to go first. She doubted she had the power to protect both sacrifices if they weren’t together and she had no idea for which of them the demoness had came for. Maybe for both.  She was intrigued by the temptress, how innocent and delightful she seemed.<br/><br/>“Why is she heading for that man?” she asked Deva unwillingly, puzzled by the succubus’ actions. “Does she think he is…who is he?”  The honey eyed angel sensed him as a being full of inner conflicts tempered by a soldier’s self control and undiscovered leadership skills. It was all that she could gather based on the reddish aura around him. He looked mesmerized by the newcomer, in a subtle way. The angel had heard about the succubi's tremendous power of attraction over humans, men and women alike, but she had yet to witness such an event. Alas, she couldn't take human form until dusk and she couldn't interfere between them. All that she could do was to watch and hope that the demoness had no idea of Reginald's or Noelle's existence, nor what role they had to play in the upcoming battle.<br/><br/><br/>