Intermission
'God Slaying Sword'
Sariel
Vatican City
12/22/2026
Evening, Thunder Storm
---Almost as silent as the grave.
Storm clouds without end, a city filled to the brim with silent angels, a foreboding rain that just won't stop...
These are the things that have swallowed up your past days. Well aware that nothing could be accomplished simply by sitting in the room with Cosmos and watching her sulk, you had departed for the world outside, determined to at least make a dent in the strangeness of this reality, find a reason -a real reason- as to why the World had seemingly gone insane in such a short period of time, as well as the plans of the angels now that they have failed in their task of protecting Mary, but...
This whole city... It's almost like it died along with Mary.
The energy that had once swept through the place is gone, no one but the angels are outside, and the angels themselves, well...
---They've been quiet.
Way too quiet.
So quiet that it comes off as distressing, as if -just like the humans- they have shut down to a degree in the absence of their spiritual leader. Of course it's not like they've gone completely silent, they'll still talk to you if you talk to them, but...
Angels are much like machines most of the time.
Not like the A.I the COMPs use either; where the COMPs seem to embrace emotion, embrace humanity, angels themselves are akin to a machine that exists simply to fulfill a certain task... Some grow beyond this mentality and become more human -like yourself- but the vast majority of them see things in a very black and white sort of light, there are wrong and right things, righteous and sinful actions, facts and lies, yes...
Even on a good day, getting an angel into a real conversation is a bit of a pain, but...
From what you can gather...
---They are simply waiting, waiting silently in the sky, performing their duties the same as they had when Mary had been alive; they do this because no one has ordered them not too, or rather, no one around has the authority to do so other than the archangels, who are...
Debating things, in the server.
---You aren't able to get close enough to them to find out what, but it's rather obvious, all things considered...
They are trying to determine the next step. For angels this is difficult, after all, they are those who were born to be something like tools, for the majority of them, having a strong voice of leadership was a pleasant enough thing, it meant that they were able to do as they were born to do, serve the Lord, but...
When left to their own devices they struggle to think of a new path.
---For them, for the majority, it may take some time.
That's why you're out here now, in the human world, simply...
Wandering.
Searching for answers that seem to elude you...
---There are a few things of note of course, transmissions from outside the city have become somewhat uncommon -although you're not sure what that sort of thing would signify- and the humans have taken to simply staying in there homes rather than wander about, and today...
Yes today...
There is fog out amongst the streets...
---Cosmos had left with the NWAB Agent a few hours ago, you had seen them on your wandering around the city.
They haven't come back yet, although Alyx had stopped by to see her (same time as she always did this time with a blonde woman) and failed to find her...
But it's good that she got out of her room right?
...Hard to say.
That child is one who is also easily lost.
Just like your fellow angels.
---Ironic, really.
Still...
It's as you wander today, in a city where few humans ever seem to walk the streets now, that you find...
---A lone figure, walking slowly into the city from the outside. Travelers would ordinarily be no big thing of course, people used to come to this city all the time for a number of reasons, but...
This one is cloaked all in black, torn black cloth, fluttering around a body that seems to be holding the cloth around itself with it's hands alone; the hands are human (or at least appear to be so) and somewhat slim, a bit feminine, with a labored sort of pace that seems to indicate either pain or fatigue or hesitance, and...
Well...
Considering the lack of anything else going on, it becomes a rather eye-catching event...
Probably not important in the grand scheme of things, you're sure the other angels will note the presence of the traveler themselves if she becomes a problem, but at the same time.
---Part of you can't help but think of it as strange.
Especially when the hood of the cloak falls down, and...
...the face beneath reveals itself to be someone remarkably pretty.
Pretty in an unnatural way, like...
Those demons some humans refer to as Goddesses...