"With respect, Lord," said Ms. Hwost, "We were hoping you could tell us. We are your humble servants, but we are hardly privy to the secrets of the Vampiric curse, nor do we know these individuals personally. Frankly, were we capable of solving these issues on our own we would not have disturbed you in the first place."
"We summoned you because we require a miracle, Lord!" cried the Friar.
"Just so," said Hwost. "Is such a thing within your power?"

The Angel stopped himself from outwardly grumbling, "Whatever the Bride has done, was against the sanctity of God himself." He said with narrowing eyes, "Euphoria was the first over the wall, Centuries ago; Believing she was fighting for the Word of God when she was actually doing the opposite." Darrien turned away from the women, lifting his hammer up gently before slamming the handle gently on the ground as the rubble around him seemed to float for a moment before a shimmery rift seemed to appear in front of him.

He lifted his hand to split it open to show what showed to be Sophia working in her fashion office. His head tilted slightly, gritting his teeth as he watched her carefully. "She's a killer." He said, "Slaughter of men who have come for her hand, not as old as Euphoria and I don't believe she has much control over everything." Darrien tilted his head a little as he looked back to the women. "I don't believe those who work alongside her know of her secret. I can send spies to figure things out; but there has been Demon interference within the city - Likely due to the Beasts' influence."