[center][b]Behold The Angels[/b][/center]

Miseyala was waiting for the human to arrive. The illusions that had been hastily created were crude but effective, having kept trespassers away for the months her people had needed. It was strange to be in a place like this, a castle that was so crude. She could make the ugly stones gleam with starlight and reflect the world like polished glass but there was no reason too and it was wasteful. 

Miseyala was eager to speak to this human. She had learned many things about the human religions since she had led her people through the portals. The thought of the misty valleys of home filled her with nostalgia for a moment. But she put the thoughts of home aside. The human religion had been easy to understand and easy to manipulate. The humans had welcomed her people with praises and worship instead of swords and hatred. She was not her mother or her father, she was new to ruling, but she would do her best to guide her people in this new world. To do that they would need to change.

Here it was not enough to be a myth. On this world they needed to be divine. Miseyala had become certain that this was the only path to survival. She heard an upsurge in the music of her people from beyond the audience chamber. The human from the high ranks of the human faith was about to arrive. She readied her magic and took a deep breath. 

When the human cardinal entered he would see the rest of the room fade away before a radiant figure. Miseyala stood and her body shone like the stars. Every word she spoke was musical, and her motions were captivating. "Faithful one. Though the world has been plunged into the darkness there is still light. As demons rise so do angels descend. You have not been abandoned."

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(Miseyala receives the human cardinal personally)