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Sheena sighed. "I cant say I dont. You just fit the description, and were there at the time. You cant blame me for doubting." She said with a shrug. "Besides, if you wernt the guy, wouldnt you be mad and trying to prove me wrong right now?" She asked. He seemed the calm type, but she wanted to see what he would respond with when she said that.

Sheena nodded. "Yes. Just up this way." She said, heading for the church, but not trying to move to fast. The guards were a problem in a fight when grouped together, and Sheena didnt have the entire group with her, just a few people. She sighed, moving at a normal pack. The guards were like flies gathering to a corpse.

Azriel felt some relief in being covered by her friends that way. Sheena in the lead, Cain watching the back, and Oro at the side. However, as they came across a street adjacent to the path they were going along, another condensed crowd bustled through their way. People passed between Azriel and the others, forcing her to shift and dodge in ways to keep her wings from touching people. Among it all, she could only find Sheena going farther away.

As soon as the crowd had passed and she found ample room, she started to quicken her pace to catch up...but a guard stepped in her way. She avoided eye contact and tried to step around him, but was approached by another guard. Still avoiding eye contact, she turned around to try another way, only to find a third guard blocking her. "Damn it..." she muttered under her breath.

Pointing their weapons at her, the guards began to edge her in a different direction, into more guards. "Come quietly, young lady, and maybe things will be easier for you."

Azriel tried to play dumb. If she tried to defend herself that would indeed tip them off that she was the one they were looking for. "Wh-what seems to be the problem, sirs?" she stuttered.

"Don't try to play us for fools, Fractured Soul," said the old man behind her with a smug, scathing tone. He reached out, his hand finding her left wing. "Just as I thought, the demon must have taught you a trick to allow yourself to walk among people."

The two guards that Cain approached were ones who weren't all that well informed about the situation. They weren't told yet that he was one of the people trying to "protect the Fractured Soul." They lowered their weapons for a moment, turning and cocking an eyebrow at him in suspicion. They had moved out of the way enough to reveal that Azriel was at the center of the commotion. "And what would this young lady look like?" one of them asked.

The old man had walked in front of Azriel now. "When His Majesty received word of his hired help's disobedience, as well as the appearance of a demon, he sought me out. I personally think it was a little foolish of him to put his trust in a boy similar to you. The demon in him is probably trying to help out his ilk..." He gripped her right under the chin. "But you can't fool me. Whether your wings are visible or not, I can always identify you by this accursed artifact." Focused on the trembling Azriel, he didn't notice Cain.

Finding the blade to his throat, he released his grip on Azriel, who stumbled backward but caught herself before she could accidentally bump into the other guards' weapons. She rubbed her neck where the old man gripped her, breathing nervously.

The old man's heart began to race, but he maintained a calm expression. "You're ill informed of the situation, boy. You cannot think of her as merely a young lady anymore. She is possessed by a demon."

While Cain held up the old man, a couple other guards moved in, attempting to attack him with their spears.

The guards who were attempting to attack Cain stopped in their tracks when he admitted that he was the next elder of Heimdall. The old man signaled for the rest of the guards to lower their weapons, but began to fumble with shaking hands for something attached to his waist---a scroll. He unraveled the scroll, revealing a sketch of Oscuro in a previous incarnation, its features the same but more masculine than its current appearance.

"This is what lurks within her! How can you think that is not a demon?" he retorted.

Azriel reflected back on a suggestion Sheena made earlier. Try to pass as an angel... she thought.

Chiaro picked up on what she meant. "Azriel, are you certain that's a wise decision?"

Not about to be swayed by Cain, even suspecting that he was lying, he added, "Very well then. It is inhuman. And it goes around devouring souls. Clearly, it is at least a thing of evil."

Azriel stepped forward, saying firmly, "No, it is not. I'll prove it to you. Would an evil being tolerate the other one that lives within me?"

"...Another being?" The old man raised an eyebrow at her.

Chiaro was a little hesitant over the idea. "Azriel..."

"It's worth a shot!"

She began to stand still bearing a peaceful, zoned-out expression on her face. The color of her irises shifted from blue to red. Her wings began to shimmer, ending the effects that Cinkel put onto them. The left wing grew white feathers and shifted into a more avian structure. Her hair turned paler and grew wilder in style; her skin turned pale as well. As she grew at least a foot taller, her outfit shimmered and changed into an ornate military-styled version of itself. Finally, a halo of light formed above her head.

The old man stared up at the now manifested Chiaro in wide-eyed shock. "A-Angel...?"

Chiaro merely stayed silent, folding her arms and glaring condescendingly down at the old man.

"W-well...this changes everything..."

Oscuro and Azriel sighed in relief.

However, the old man continued boldly, "This brings light upon the rumors about the Cruxis Organization!!! The woman is a Half-Elf...this must be evidence that Cruxis indeed was a herald of false Half-Elf Angels who sought to dominate us all!!! SEIZE HER!!!"

Chiaro facepalmed; Oscuro and Azriel gasped in sheer surprise in her mind. "Oh, for crying out loud..."

A guard lunged for her with his sword, but Chiaro remained calm. She stepped aside quickly enough to dodge, grabbed his blade carefully with one hand, and snapped it right off. The guard dropped the hilt in shock. Another guard came at her with a spear, which she also dodged and grabbed ahold of, snapping it in half and throwing it down to the ground. A third guard tried to approach her with a morningstar, whirling it in the air. Chiaro made a yellowish aura envelop her hands. As he swung it at her, she caught the ball in one hand and chopped through the chain with the other. As Chiaro dropped the ball beside her, the guard who wielded the morningstar dropped the handle, also in shock.

"Please, stop this foolishness. I really intend no harm," Chiaro said with a concerned expression.

Sheena was fumbling through the mass of guards, trying to get back to Azriel. "Just what are you doing?" She asked, noticing an old man. "Hey! Its not like we were stealing anything! What is your problem?" She demanded, keeping a low profile on this. She noticed Azriel change, and for a second, balked. "You didnt! You.. You've awoken Spiritua! You've doomed us all!" She said, trying to play along.