The atmosphere was tense; a tall figure, which looked to be made of stone and marble, stood facing the large stained glass window that radiated sunlight over him, the coloured rays reflecting gently against the figures own pieces of stained glass mixed into their body.
They were huge, easily taller than eight feet in height, the metal Halo - that came from his collarbone up over his head at the back - easily adding on a solid few inches.
The air felt dusty to any human who entered, the figure had moved for a good hour; his large great-hammer - made from an old Altar - slammed into the ground beside them after they had entered.
There was silence before the doors creaked open, a flood of clergymen, priests - general men of the church - entered; soft whispers all between them before they all fell to silence at the sight of this fallen angel.
The angel moved his head away from the stained glass window, his ruby eyes glimmering with anger as he turned to face the group of mortals.
"Is there news of the disgusting creature of Sin that I told you to watch?" He rumbled as his eyes looked over the group, his torn wings of metal window frames and stained glass flexed behind him at the words he said.
That horrible, filthy creature - Euphoria, her name caused his blood to boil and his muscles to tense. How dare she do what she had done, to his town, his church - And for what? A petty version of Immortality? A reason to stalk along the human lambs, corrupting and destroying the minds of Gods' men and women?
And then daring to say that she fought for the right of God? Pretending to be against the very sins that shaped her?