"Do you think they will be all right?" She peered over her partners shoulder, her curiosity taking hold of her.
"Yes, Nahia, I have healed them. They should be purged of their sins and return to their lives."
Daren turned to face her, his beautiful golden eyes as stoic as ever. The shine of his dark blonde hair. . . he truly was amongst the most beautiful of the angels.
"Thank you. I do not know what I would have done if you had not come along." Her gaze shifted towards the men that lay now unconscious on the ground. Her attempt at purifying their souls were met with great resistance. Why was she so soft? Not being one of the warrior angels as Daren belonged to, she supposed she would be. But it was no excuse! How could she serve her God with such a weak will? If Daren had not stumbled upon her the men would have completely consumed her, their sins would have been permanent and she would have surely fallen.
"It is all right, Nahia." His gaze shifted away from hers to the starry night sky above.
"What is wrong?"
His hesitation sent alarm through the young angel. Daren's body tensed, the sword on his hip instantly drawn from its sheath and poised for battle.
"Daren?"
"Nahia. . . You should not have spoken to him."
Fear shot through her only slightly. No. . . he couldn't know, it wasn't possible. So, naturally she denied it, "I do not know what you speak of, Daren."
Those intense gold of his eyes flickered to hers. Annoyance was obviously spiking within the warrior angel. He knew.
"It is nothing. I assure you, Daren. I just-"
"You know very well what demons are capable of, Nahia. Do not be so foolish as to fall for his trickery. Now go."
"But-"
"Go!" His melodic voice resounded with all the authority of a warrior, the confidence and strife.
She inclined her head in farewell before taking her leave.
She arrived in her home within the second. The building simple and modest as all angels lived. To have to many material possessions was sin. . . but she did wish for a few luxuries. Perhaps this is what separated her from her brethren so much?
She sighed and headed for the small bathroom at the back of the house. Its rustic tiles adding more to the sense of true poverty. Of course, no angel needed material objects, their bodies had no need of food or drink, but having such things made them feel. . . human. Ah, but was that not the curse of those very angels whom also thought in the same manner? And whom now served the Dark Lord in their quest for blood and power.
The very creatures that now Daren faced alone. She shouldn't have left Daren to fight Pein alone. He was her problem, she should have taken care of it.
And how? She was a mere weakling amongst the angels of such high rank.
She shook her head in pure disgust. I must be out of my mind. . . and with that thought she threw on her cloak and vanished to the one place she knew she should never have gone to. The home of Pein Kuro, son of the fallen angel Lucifer, to await his return.
