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The light grew bigger, until it was big enough fro a person to step through. And then, suddenly, three tall figures emerged from the brightness, tumbling out onto the ground. There was an old man, a young woman, and a beast with long, black claws.

After seeing the bright light she stopped for a minute to find out what is was. She noticed Talon run past her and shortly afterwards heard him say which way they needed to go. Nienna could feel the blood that was coming off of Feather trickling down her neck and onto her shoulder. However, she didn't seem to notice, she was too fixated on that light. She waited until she could see what emerged from the light. Whatever came out of that light was related to Feather somehow. She came to this conclusion when she felt more of Feather's blood spill from her mouth. "Look, I don't know who you are or what connection you have to Feather, all I know is she needs help and I will get her that help. Whether or not it means going through you. Now, kindly step out of my way. Come with us or don't it does not matter to me..."

*He looked back and noticed that they weren't following. He skidded to a stop and turned, narrowing his eyes as he saw the emerging figures. He sprinted back towards them and soon skidded to a stop beside Nienna and Feather.*

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The Beast snarls again, but not at the figures, nor the undead beasts. He is snarling at the portal, which stands behind him, and has now swolen to three times its previous size. There is a sound coming from it, a roar of rage and hatered that seems both far away and very loud. The Beast turns to the old man, grunting.

"Can he close it?"

The old man looks at the woman lying unconscious in his arms, and shakes his head.

Just then a black-winged form swoops out of the light. Ther is a blazing sword in its hand, and its eyes are pure darkness. The angel twists in the air, the cry of anger bursting from its lips.

"RUN!" bellows the beast to the old man, and with a flash the old man draws out a long, curved sword and slices at one of the reanimated creatures, with enough strength to cut it in two.

The angel's throat is as hard as marble. Seeming unpreturbed by the woman clinging to his neck, he lowers his head slightly, his dark eyes boring into her blind ones.

The Beast leaps, his long claws flashing in the lightning. They grate over the angel's skin as if it were forged steel. The angel calmly slices the beast in two with his flaming sword, without turning. The creature falls silently to the ground, a broken corpse.

The angel speaks. His voice is like the echoe of a softly spoken prayer in a vast cathedral.

"You are strong, young Feather. Join me in the glory of the Empire. You would be my 541st wife."

A single spek of blood, glistening like pure white light, runs down the angel's neck from where Feather's clawas dig into his flesh, trickling down his shoulder and dropping to the ground, where it burns with pure white light for a second and then vanishes.