The angels soar above the clouds, side by side. Their eyes are narrowed, bows clutched preparedly in hand. They have been flying for several days now, scouring the skies for any sign of the being they have been tasked to find and Light's angel can feel the tension and frustration seeping from his brother's form. He is eager to return to his mistress, and to return only with good news upon his lips. He knows that his brother will not give up the search for that reason alone, but whenever he glances across at him, he can see the angry gleam in his eye.
Just like his mistress, the Angel's brother lacks patience.
Something catches his eye then, a different gleam, one that seems to soar upwards into the thick white clouds.
"Did you see that?" the Angel says to his brother, directing his attention.
The darkly clothed angel shakes his head. "What was it?"
"I'm not sure", the Angel replies, "but I think it bears investigating".
His brother complies and together they turn towards the sign that the Angel's gaze beheld for the merest moment. He keeps his eyes sharp and wary as they descend into the clouds; at his shoulder he sees his brother nock an arrow. It takes some searching, but eventually the brothers unravel the secret of the clouds and chance upon an ancient building standing tall and proud upon a floating islet.
They press forth towards it, soon alighting upon the islet and lifting their eyes to look upon the building. It is the first time they have seen it, and neither can recall a word being spoken as to existence. They wonder briefly if their mistresses are aware of it, but rather than dwell upon, they push such thoughts to one side and venture on beyond the threshold of the tall doorway.
Within its walls all is dark and the air is cool; the angels feel their skin tingling uncomfortably as they seek to explore the confines of the building. The Angel hears it first – a small voice softly singing; his brother turns to him with a raised brow and determined look in his eye. The Angel pauses for a moment, captured by the song he can barely hear. Its words he does not know, for the tongue that speaks them is foreign to him, but the gentle melody is something that tugs at his soul.
They make their steps more surely and quickly as the owner of the voice leads them unwittingly onward; the cold, grim corridors become a blur as they chase those melodious notes. Eventually, they discern the room within which the singer resides and the angels stand at the edge of the doorway, wreathed in shadow.
It occurs to the Angel that they know not whether the being within the room is the one they seek. His brother whispers indifference back to him; he is more than certain it is, why else should they exist in such a secluded place, unbeknownst to anyone? He reminds the Angel who has sent them forth, reminds him that they must not return with news of failure, and then before the Angel can speak a word in reply, his brother turns the corner. Bow in hand and arrow nocked, the Angel cannot help but turn along with him.
Moments before chaos erupts, the Angel meets the eye of the woman that resides within the room. She is sat before a small fire, and in her hands is a chain of lilies; stray petals lay strewn upon the ground at her feet. She lifts her head as they appear and her eyes widen in shock. So too does the Angel's, for the woman is beyond comparison.
She is beautiful.