Jeanne -- [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYDQMZMwT8g]Scherzo[/url]

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The handshake was brisk and simple, and at first he stated the intention of his departure. To which Jeanne would respond to softly. [b]"The choice of departure is yours to have, Devil. Remember however, there is a not a soul in this world who is unable to earn God's mercy, and redemption."[/b]

The sound of a whip cracking, far greater than the rumbling of thunder resounded through the halls, announcing the arrival of a fourth party to their interlude. 

There was a pattering upon the top of her hood, a speckling upon her shoulders. At first she was befuddled by such, and extended her hand outward before her to catch some raindrops. Inexorably she raised her gaze to see above her, only to see the sky. Someone, or some[i]thing[/i] had taken the roof off of the church. [i]Her[/i] church. A swift glance similarly caught that the individual barred the exit with a wall of masonry, and then at long last, after the sacred church had been so grossly scarred and violated, that there was a voice. A thick gravelly voice which grated at her ears. 

Inexorably, her gaze rose to meet none other than Guilt.

There was no other recourse for this, she had to do something. Her hands tightened around the rosary held in front of her hands as Guilt threatened all three of them; and more importantly, she threatened the Devil himself with death. There would be no bloodshed in her church, she would [i]not[/i] allow it. To her side she opened her hand, and before the eyes of all there would be a flash of brilliant light. From her shoulder blades sprouted a duet of wings of purest light, from her open hand shot forth a sword seemingly made of flame. Akin to the very same blade that had barred Adam and Eve from the Garden of Eden. 

The blinding radiance of wings spread wide, and with a flap that left a gale's worth of wind in her wake to rush past Terrell and the Devil, she departed from the earth and ascended into the heavens. With one smooth leap combined with the effortless sweep of her wings, the Angel arced into the sky and landed heavily upon the newly formed rampart before Guilt. While her form was silhouetted by the brilliance of her wings, just beneath the edge of the hood, Guilt would be able to see a pair of eyes. Eyes that had once been azure now burned with a righteous conviction. Tears of gold led a duet of lines down the curves of her cheeks, as if she wept for those she opposed. 

However, as daunting as her true angelic form might seem, the Archangel did not take any steps towards threatening the woman yet. Much unlike how she had treated her two visitors.

[b]"You stand within the grounds of a House of God."[/b] She stated steadfastly, with a zeal that matched her conviction. [b]"If you have a quarrel with the Devil, then you will have to wait until he departs from the church beyond the steps. This is a sanctuary, and I ask you respect it as such."[/b]

Jeanne was no fool however, and she did not come to the precipice with the new part of her interlude unprepared. If Guilt more intensely studied her immediate vicinity however, she would see something else. Around them on all sides, the sheets of rain that fell and now soaked the interior of the church bounced off of what appeared to be hundreds of transparent services. Closer inspection would reveal that the surface was not transparent, but mirrored. Hundreds of blades now hovered about the two of them in a state of near-invisibility. From each possible direction, the two of them were surrounded.

[b]"I humbly ask that you return the rooftop to where it belongs. Wait for the Devil the leave the house of God. Then you may do what you choose. Less I will be forced to expel you from the premises." She ended with, and her hand tightened around the sword. She was ready act if required, she only hoped that such would not ever come to pass. Not within the halls of St. Peter.