A priest presided a Holy Mass in the church Sol and Draven both went in.
"My brothers and sisters, to prepare ourselves to celebrate the sacred mysteries, let us call to mind our sins." said he. "Altogether..."
"I confess to almighty God, and to thee, my brothers and sisters, that I have greatly sinned, in my thoughts and in my words, in what I have done and in what I have failed to do, through my fault, through my fault, through my most grievous fault; therefore I ask blessed Mary ever-Virgin, all the Angels and Saints, and thee, my brothers and sisters, to pray for me to the Lord our God." the Mass attendants said while striking their left chest in the middle part of their response.
"May almighty God have mercy on us, forgive us our sins, and bring us to everlasting life."
"Amen."
But, before the Kyrie was sung and played by the church orchestra, there was silence upon the priest staring above, thinking that an omen will arrive. Also, the musicians stared at the ceiling and noticed the break.
The attendants were still standing, bowing down their heads and closing their eyes to pray. Suddenly, a cracking sound from the dome was heard, and the ceiling collapsed to show off a black winged being falling in front of the altar where the priest was present.
The winged being stood in front of the presiding priest, and used his right hand to incapacitate him by shock. The helpless priest repeatedly jerked, his eyes repeatedly blinking, and his body tense. His hand brightened with a spectral blue, with the screaming soul of the priest contained. Sooner, the bright hand faded to black; and as the falling priest came in contact with the floor, his head had blood flowing out of it.
The winged being turned to the Mass attendants, notably Draven and Sol. Surprisingly, Raine was beside the feudal lord. The attendants escaped upon seeing the black entity, as the winged creature neared Sol. The other Mass attendants, who had cuirasses in their bodies, rushed to the creature.
"Father!" said one of them, and all unsheathed their claymores and rushed to the altar. The attacking Mass attendants claimed to be Sol's knights.
The creature slashed the necks of some knights, and delivered a sheer blow to the other by his aerial kick. The knights who were slashed, with blood flowing out of their necks, screamed in agony. The other knights blown by the creature experienced a break in their heads and in their spines.
The other Mass attendants ran fast as they could, trying to depart from the church. Even Raine was not spared by the winged being, as both stared each other and the young shopkeeper tried to escape. Draven and Sol were the only ones remaining.
"Zen!" screamed Draven as he unsheathed his sword to call the creature's attention, knowing that the winged being was actually Zen.
"Draven! Be careful what thou wishest for!" shouted Sol, and unsheathed his claymore.
"His Majesty, I am the only one knowing this creature!"
"Even so, Draven. Thou must need a help!"
"But His Majesty! I am begging thee! Please leave this church! The fief and our fellowmen need thee more than me!"
"Draven, I will return here, granting thy assistance!"
As Sol departed the church alone, Draven and Zen met again. The young squire pointed the black winged creature by his sword.
"And thou art coming here again. What dost thou want?" asked Draven. The fallen angel did not answer.
Because of his unanswered question, Draven tried to leave Zen alone but the fallen angel suddenly appeared in front of him.
Zen tried to slash Draven with his claws, but Draven blocked him by his sword. Draven dodged his kick, but as the young squire cleaved the fallen angel, Zen blocked the slash of Draven's sword by his right hand.
Draven's sword and Zen's claws came into contact with each other every slash and block. With these, Zen had cuts all over his arms and blood constantly flowed on them. Draven, however, was not hurt.
"This hurteth me not." said Zen, continuing the clash with his initiation.
Zen kicked Draven's chest aerially and delivered a sheer blow. As the defenseless squire came into contact with the church wall, Draven rolled over but the fallen angel appeared near him and grabbed his neck. Zen released him in the air, leaped, grabbed his right arm, and threw him back to the floor. Draven, falling down, wielded his sword and pointed at Zen, who now had his right hand glowing with blue and cast lightning bolts to the young squire. Draven successfully parried the lightning bolts, thus returning to Zen. The fallen angel, hit by his own magic, collided with the church ceiling. Draven, on the other hand, collided with the floor, with his sword dropping into the ground. Thus, upon collision, Draven's head had blood flowing out of it, filling the cracks of the floor he collided on.
With his body becoming tense and his right hand raised, Draven tried to find his sword but he moved not. Screaming in agony, his right hand started to imbue yellow sparks. As he closed his hand, a spectral spear he wielded. Zen came back from the ceiling, again casting lightning from his glowing hand. Draven, trying to counter the spell, helplessly threw the spear to the fallen angel.
As Zen tried to stomp Draven down, the squire's lightning spear pierced his chest and exploded, forcing Zen to collide with the broken ceiling and sending him out of the church. In that collision, two chandeliers in front of the altar collapsed and fell down, breaking into pieces and in flames.
Zen, injured by magic, collided finally at the roof of the church. Near him was a huge cross that started to glow white and blind him at an instant. With this, Zen tried to cover himself but ended up rolling, falling down from the roof and colliding the entrance, wet with blood and sweat.
The glowing cross faded and Gabriel appeared to land on the church, now in ruins and in flames.
"Draven. Thou art maimed." said he.
"Archangel... where is Lord Sol?" asked the helpless Draven.
"Here they come."
"Huh?"
The horses in front of the entrance of the church had Sol and his remaining knights steering forward. Gabriel and Draven saw them, as Zen slowly got up in place and faded with a pile of black feathers.
The feathers were swept away by the gallops of the horses, and Sol came in to find Draven.
"Ye all shalt search for the fallen victims, and I will find the young squire." commanded he.
"Yes, sire!" agreed the other knights in steed, raising their swords and dismounted.
The knights ran and roamed around the church to find Draven and their fallen companions.
In a dark, abandoned palace, it was Mana who roamed around and scavenged the flesh of the piled corpses. She, being shackled but free, also waited for the coming of Zen and Mai.
It was Mai who came near her.
"Mana..." called the fallen angel, woefully.
"Lady Mai... hast thou seen Lord Zen?" asked Mana.
"Zen... I have seen him not..."
"I was tasked to clean his palace, and now I have seen him not... When doth he come?"
"I, too, know not where he goth."
A voice interrupted their sentimental talk.
"Enough of this! I know that ye both wilt look for Zen. I saw him, attacking the helpless priest and impaled the knights of the baron!"
"Who art thou?" Mai asked the loud voice.
"I want thee to show thyself. I want not to scream in this palace."
Mai, hearing the order, walked to the exit to open the door. Then showed a lady in black. That is, black hair, black eyes, black lips, black gown; all black except her light skin.
"And what now happened to him?" asked Mai.
"A squire... defeated him..." said the lady.
The lady in black strongly shut the door and aggressively walked in anger.
"Thou must find a way in order for Zen to come back here!" shouted she.
"I know, but he cometh not!" defended Mai.
"Why canst thou not? It is obvious that thou art a sister of Zen. Thou must be worried!"
"I know not his place now."
"Lady Jenneh! Please stop this!" interrupted Mana, which made the lady in black shocked.
It was a moment of silence after Mana screamed to stop this uproar.
"Jenneh... who art thou?" asked the curious Mai.
"Ah... thou art the one who knoweth me not. I have a secret relationship with Zen." stated Jenneh, the lady in black.
"What art thou talking about?"
"Thou wilt know it soon. I will leave."
"What?"
Jenneh shut the door and made an exit.
"Fie!" it was Mai who started to enrage a bit.
A week later, at the shop of fruits...
"Lorraine, I want thee not to go near that black angel. He is ruthless." said the old shopkeeper.
Draven, who was finally relieved, ran to the shop.
"Draven!" shouted Raine and the old shopkeeper.
"Oh, dame! Is there anything else I can do?" asked Draven.
"Ahh... no, no... Nothing... I am just worried..."
"Really?"
"Of course."
"May I have thy apples?"
"Oh, sure, but I need gold for thee to have them."
A voice interrupted them, and upon seeing, Draven saw a man in black peasant attire.
"Who art thou?" asked the perplexed Draven.
"Dost thou not know? I am Zen." said the man in black.
"Zen... we must speak in a secluded place, not here."
"Well then, I will take thee there."
A dark aura faded Draven and Zen and both disappeared out of sight, leaving Draven dropping a bag of apples.
"Draven?" Raine was a bit perplexed in this situation.