<strong>Zefiriel, Protector of the Sacrifice<br/>Tagged: Antonius, Deva</strong><br/><br/>“Demonlord..permission…war…Krum…faithful…sacrifice.”  Zefiriel took mental notes like an honest pupil as the Archangel explained everything to her with patience, but with few details. At first she failed to realize the amplitude of their future task and the efforts she would have to make in order to fulfill her mission. By the time she had grasped the meaning behind his words, everything was already decided for her.<br/><br/>The glitter in her eyes revealed Zefiriel’s inner turmoil, a mix between fear of disappointing and excitement for this new adventure. She had never experienced a battle with the demons before or any kind of encounter for that matter so it had to be a mistake when he chose her to guard the designated sacrifices. Zefiriel’s first thought was to tell him that anyone else would be more suitable for this task, that she couldn't possibly “keep an eye” on anyone who was already targeted by demons. Yet she remained silent on the account of two important motives. The first one was that angels (by their nature) never had reasons to question the words, decisions or actions of their superiors. They simply followed orders with utmost faith and loyalty.<br/><br/>The second one was that she had already decided a long time ago to help humanity no matter the cost. If this meant that she had to protect a pure soul with everything she got, then so be it.<br/><br/>It didn't surprise her, however, that the Archangel asked her to choose from the land of Krum the best of souls who could help with this mission. Zefiriel wasn't much of a warrior, but she had a gift in seeing the brightest part of one’s soul (and also the brightest of souls.) Some considered her gift a weakness, for she often mistook that bright part as being the only part of one’s heart, thus failing to see the big picture.<br/><br/>The young angel knew it wasn't her place to play hero so she asked for help in return. She remembered what the cherubim had told her and decided to find a historian in Krum before she would meet any of the two souls chosen as sacrifice. It became clear to her that any human who wasn’t of divine origin had to evolve in order to fulfill a divine mission, and that someone had to teach him or her the basics, yet she had no idea where to start from. A historian on the other hand had this kind of information. The makings of a human hero were based on legend after all and legends were part of the past.<br/><br/>“…you may leave now or wait and travel with us.” The Archangel concluded and Zefiriel had little time to reason with her mind upon the best course of action.<br/><br/>“I shall leave now from Krum," she stated. "I ask only that once I find these two humans, Reginald and Noelle,” - she repeated their names twice in her head, making sure to remember them correctly – “you send a guard or two besides myself to be in their presence all the time. I will try my best to protect them from rotten thoughts and induced ideas and I can surely teach them how to protect themselves, but I cannot keep them away from physical harm. “<br/><br/>Zefiriel knew that the Archangel had many things to do before his descension on Earth and little time to do them, so she left as quickly as she came, following her guide back to Krum. She departed the cherubim with a thankful bow of the head, but she regretted letting him leave the second she realized she didn’t ask for his name.<br/><br/>The street where she landed was in the capital city of Krum. And a busy little street it was, not fit for an angel to take human form at the moment. Zefiriel decided it was best that she stayed in her etheral form for a while, at least until a safe place would be found. She was floating down the streets hoping to get some idea from where to start her search when she happened upon a curious being holding a broom in her hands. By the looks of it, she was an angel, but Zefiriel couldn’t be sure because angels rarely carried brooms with them.<em>There is only one way to find out,</em>she thought and approached the red headed being.<br/><br/>“Good day!” she said waving her hand, just in front of Deva’s blue eyes. “Can you see me?”<br/>