Harp cried out in surprise as the demon awoke. Though he couldn't see, he could tell the demon was no longer in his arms. Harp had heard of powerful angels and demons being able to change their form, but had never actually witnessed it himself. Even though he couldn't see, he was able to visualize. There was... a great evil emerging. This much, he was certain. 

The female angel simply narrowed her eyes. She was an angel who called herself Evening, though it was obvious she had another. Eve, as she was often referred to, was a three-winged angel. Though three may not seem like much, it was a symbol of her amazing powers. Harp knew her, because she had mentored him for a bit. She was always gentle, and kind. That is, until she found out that he was a cupid. Then it was all bad for him. At any rate, she wasn't phased by the demon in the slightest. She was an elite angel, a three-winged one! 

Raising her hand, she cast a flash. The same technique used on Harp.