[Eden came from around a corner in the room, hiding and waiting for someone to show up. She lucked out with her hunch being right here. And the Greeks were already here. All she could feel was relief, at least she wasn't alone.
But she wouldn't be for long. Even if she did come by herself at first. Uriel and the other archangels weren't far behind.
At least she hoped so. Eden knew she was strong. But she doubted she could finish a Prince of Hell with just her own abilities. Foresight and fire count for little, but if she's able to do something, by God she'll give it her best.]
Hey asshole.
[She looks very unassuming. At first. Standing at five foot four and out of uniform, she's dressed like a local. Easier to pass through crowds and stay unnoticed. Tourists didn't have it easy in Jerusalem and frankly Eden didn't think her status in the UK law enforcement would help her any. So her badge, her issued gun and her Kevlar are all back at home. She's actually wearing a dress - of all things - and underneath it shorts. She wanted to look as unintimidating as possible. Till now.
Eden Ignacia is glowing from inside. Waves of invisible heat radiate off of her like pavement in the sun before fire blossoms off her shoulders and snakes down her arms, ever fingertip ignited and red with the fire she'd been blessed with. One of the very strange things about this was that there was no smoke, no smell of flesh or cloth or hair burning under the flames. This was organic, coming from inside her and it was her controlling it.
It wasn't often she used this gift her angel gave her. It wasn't often she wanted to.
Belial really made her want to use this. Holy fire verses Hell fire. Should be interesting.]
They might not have any. But you know who's coming if I'm here, don't you?
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But she wouldn't be for long. Even if she did come by herself at first. Uriel and the other archangels weren't far behind.
At least she hoped so. Eden knew she was strong. But she doubted she could finish a Prince of Hell with just her own abilities. Foresight and fire count for little, but if she's able to do something, by God she'll give it her best.]
Hey asshole.
[She looks very unassuming. At first. Standing at five foot four and out of uniform, she's dressed like a local. Easier to pass through crowds and stay unnoticed. Tourists didn't have it easy in Jerusalem and frankly Eden didn't think her status in the UK law enforcement would help her any. So her badge, her issued gun and her Kevlar are all back at home. She's actually wearing a dress - of all things - and underneath it shorts. She wanted to look as unintimidating as possible. Till now.
Eden Ignacia is glowing from inside. Waves of invisible heat radiate off of her like pavement in the sun before fire blossoms off her shoulders and snakes down her arms, ever fingertip ignited and red with the fire she'd been blessed with. One of the very strange things about this was that there was no smoke, no smell of flesh or cloth or hair burning under the flames. This was organic, coming from inside her and it was her controlling it.
It wasn't often she used this gift her angel gave her. It wasn't often she wanted to.
Belial really made her want to use this. Holy fire verses Hell fire. Should be interesting.]
They might not have any. But you know who's coming if I'm here, don't you?