She stopped, staring at him. Things suddenly clicked into place. Brigid wasn't an idiot and she was a good Catholic girl. Her eyes widened and she immediately dropped to her knees, crossing herself.
Her eyes dropped to the floor and her breath came fast. The smell of otherness swirled around her.
"I beg pardon, St. Raphael, I meant no offense and wished only the peace of the sanctuary." She whispered the words, folding her hands together in prayer. He would be able to hear her. "Please forgive me."
Her voice shook on the last. God hadn't created angels to be caring or gentle. He'd created them to be avengers, to be soldiers, to be the dealers of death at His command.
Pissing one off was a death sentence. She knew it and prepared herself to be struck down for the blasphemy of familiarity.
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She stopped, staring at him. Things suddenly clicked into place. Brigid wasn't an idiot and she was a good Catholic girl. Her eyes widened and she immediately dropped to her knees, crossing herself.
Her eyes dropped to the floor and her breath came fast. The smell of otherness swirled around her.
"I beg pardon, St. Raphael, I meant no offense and wished only the peace of the sanctuary." She whispered the words, folding her hands together in prayer. He would be able to hear her. "Please forgive me."
Her voice shook on the last. God hadn't created angels to be caring or gentle. He'd created them to be avengers, to be soldiers, to be the dealers of death at His command.
Pissing one off was a death sentence. She knew it and prepared herself to be struck down for the blasphemy of familiarity.