Eons of life, however, entail a monotony which none would ever outright complain of, but which eventually wears upon the psyche of those forced to experience it. With countless numbers of demon lives lost at her hand alone, it was likely little wonder that the angel had long ago ceased to believe that there would ever come a break in such continual success, no victory serving as a difficulty, no foe as a hamperance. Nor, however, was one to confuse the growing sense of self-efficacy with arrogance: it was a singular truth that had been forged over a trillion or more battles with the deminic forces beneath, none of which had ever caused her even a whit of trouble or harm. Be they common demonlings or dukes of hell, Kasei was continuously called, and more often than not considered the best at what it was she did.
And if she seemed to enjoy their preternatural deaths more than, perhaps, an angel of God should.. well, most were willing to turn a blind eye so long as she continued to fulfil her task and protect the otherwise vulnerable masses upon the earth below.
Clad in simplistic garb, usually little more than a thin, lightweight dress of some pale material (far less hampering during a fight, with less material to be grabbed or used for leverage), it was rare that she was seen on the human plane. The few times mortals were involved tended to make their way into the history books somehow, not surprisingly. Certain areas could become rich with folklore about angels guiding travellers, when in truth it was simply a place where the veil between worlds was thin, and the demons more likely to pierce the mortal realm. As a result, the frequency with which Powers were summoned to the place made the statistical likelihood of being spotted far greater. And while most dispensed with their wings when taking form in plain sight, they were still a shocking view to mortal eyes.
Kasei, herself, was a fair enough estimation of the typical Power as far as appearance was concerned: while potent in the area of personal glamour and illusion, her true form was far more resplendent than the dimmed mortal self she chose to project when among humans. Hair was a stark silver-blond, leaning more toward the former when her energy ran high. Sights were a pale, frost-touched azure that would have given the spring skies a run for their money, a color more reminiscent of morning glory or the eyes of a husky than anything else within the mortal realm. Slender of physique and well toned, every inch of the lithe angel was a compactment of power and agility, strength and force. Nothing dwelt within her thoughts but the task to which she had been born, and the obedience that was unquestionably His to command of her.
But, as things are wont to do - even when one views them on a span of eternity - it all changed. There was nothing unusual about the mission itself.. there rarely was, anymore.. but Fate had tossed the spade into the game, an unknown factor that even one of God's Power's couldn't have predicted. |
