The cloaked figure on the alter reached for her spear, and quickly leaped back onto the ground. her golden eyes hidden from sight because of her hood, looked at the figure in mistrust. She could see that he was an angel, but some of her kindred had gone to killing their own after the banishment. She could never be too sure.<br/><br/>" faith has little to do with it." A soft feminine voice called out from the hood.