The Angel hesitated as the women spoke, listening carefully with narrowing eyes. A [i]bride[/i]? Was this just another way to spit in the eyes of the Lord Himself? His annoyance almost met his eyes, a mere flex of his hand showing his emotion.

He had to stay emotionless, he was an Angel after all; A Stoic protector of these mortal lambs of God. He had stayed quiet for maybe a bit too long as his eyes lingered back to the humaniods in front of him.
[b]"A [i]'bride'[/i]?"[/b] He spoke his question out loud much softer than he had in his head, his hatred weakly held back in his words. [b]"Someone would stand the mere existence of such an unholy creature?"[/b] He almost grumbled.

His hand leaned softly against the handle of his great-hammer, his eyes lingering up towards the door as he stopped himself sighing Audibly.
[i]Do not stress yourself, Darrien.[/i] He thought to himself, [i]Maybe the other doesn't know of the Beast's...[/i] He mulled on the word before he looked back over to Friar.
[b]"What of this... 'bride'? How much do we know?"[/b] Would he need to send people to watch? Friars' dreams were usually something to go by, but everyone interpreted their own dreams all too differently to really know something. Before he turned to the woman with a tilt of his head, [b]"What do the charts claim? I need to know as much as we can to take her down; who knows how many she's twisted against us, against [i]God.[/i]"[/b]