Wings beat rapidly. Six of them in total. The Seraph, Behersk, ascended into the air and didn't look below. He knew that if he did, all he would see was flames, and ashes. Having accomplished his goal of setting one of the larger Beacon villages alight pleasured him in an almost insane way. Such excitement he gained from destroying the demonic peasants and their home. A small laugh, and he combed his golden hair with his hands. He stopped, and frowned staring at them. They were stained with the blood from those who had tried to stop him. Such futile attempts were they, as he knew their weaknesses, and used them against them without regret. Hundreds of corpses would surely be buried that day. Should any of the residents had lived. He doubted this. Taking a sharp turn towards the east, he avoided the trunks of the ancient trees that he flew through. He had done his mission well. The group of Beacons living in the town were being rebellious. They just simply refused to accept their lordship as the most supreme and only deity of the earth. How silly they were to believe in such a numerous amount of gods to obey.
His flawlessly perfect face seemed to light up momentarily. He had forgotten who had assigned him the task to eliminate the ruthless Beacons in the first place. Of course, it was none other than the General of the Seraphian Corps, Letyr. How miraculous was the man. He seemed to emanate purity and perfection. Oh, woe was Behersk. How much he would give to be of such wonder. Just to be in the presence of the powerful Seraph would drive any normal being insane. Seraphs were resilient to this effect however and were only awed by such power. Behersk, on the other hand, was done glorifying the man from afar. He was to anything possible in his power to get closer. He needed to be nearer to his presence like the inhabitants of the earth needed air and water. Once he was close enough to touch him, it would be then. Then he would slay the great General. Then that he would take upon such a holy and sacred position. He would be the great revolutionary war general to finally give the Beacons one ultimatum to worshiping the divine god of the Seraphs. Slavery. It would be a fit punishment. The smaller pair of wings that laid on each side of Behersk▓s face were relaxed, but the other two were busy at work. The two on his back pumped air below him in a steady pace that generally slowed with the last. The last pair upon each of his sandaled feet beat just alike the other, and he began to descend. Before long, he touched the forest ground and took a break near a large. The smell of smoke hung in the air accompanied with the intoxicating aroma of depression and blood. This naturally thrilled him, and he had to focus his attention away from the scent as much as possible. He knew that if he couldn▓t control himself, the trees would soon be the start of a forest fire. A swig of a highly alcoholic liquid from the flask upon his hip, he walked through the thick underbrush. The camp was set up only a few hundred yards from his current position. The minutes passed by much quickly than he thought, and he muttered a phrase of praise to himself for his previous acts of restrain.
Large white columns of fine marble were on either side of him, perhaps ten or so metres. In between them laid granite steps leading to a large white door with a crucifix-shaped door knocker. Inside the door sat the most powerful beings in the Seraphian Corps. Behersk▓s blue eyes were wide, and he paced in front of the large door. The whole building looked extremely odd in the middle of the forest. It had been brought here by means of great magic. A large group of Seraphs had been used to perform this, and even a sacrifice was necessary. Luckily there was a large amount of prisoners that were to be used, and just a life of an elderly Beacon was nothing much to lose. She would not have done well as a slave either. She had no fighting abilities. She was disposable. The building resembled a large cathedral. At the very top was a white cross that flashed with a bright white light.
Finally, Behersk touched the door-knocker and it moved with its own motive, creating a large bell toll. It did indeed sovereign him of the capitol of Reinigen, or the home country of the Seraphs, which was PolМt. This identification was mostly called upon because of the enormously large church. The church contains an ancient bell in which a group of Seraphs must pull the sturdy cord belonging to it every twelve hours. While in thought, the doors opened by themselves, only aided with the magic of the beings inside the room. Seraphs were not as magically powerful as the Beacons, but in groups they posed a national threat, which was being experienced. He stepped foot into the building, and the doors closed behind him, all attentive eyes on him. Some were caring and trusted, while the rest were treacherous and doubtful.