"Farut nio vendae et farum..." Sierra trailed off. She looked up at Reverend Mother, a puzzled look crossing her face. "What language is this?" "It is a language whose name has been lost to time. Older than Caine, and older than humanity, some speculate," Reverend Mother said, her features dark beneath the cowl of her robes. "Farut nio vendae et farum means 'Death is only the beginning'. It is a warning about daemons. Though you can kill their physical body on this plane, you can never fully destroy them. At least we don't have that power. There are others who do however." "Others?" Sierra asked quizically. "Do you mean the Seraphim of the Hand?" "Hardly my young maiden. The Hand is old, and possess much power yes, but not that kind of power. The Seraphim of which I speak are here," Reverend Mother said as she handed an old, leather bound book to Sierra. Flipping through the first pages, she say artistic depictions of Angelic Seraphim battling Daemons on the celestial battlegrounds, and even here on Earth. "Angels? I thought that they didn't exist," Sierra said dubiously. "They do child, and they are a great ally of our order. Though we have recieved the curse of Caine, we have used this curse for good. Seek out the Seraphim Mikel, and he will help you hunt this recent spawn. He must be stopped Sierra, he must not be allowed to escape," Reverend Mother said as she sunk back into her chair and steepled her withered fingers. "I will do as you command Reverend Mother," Sierra said as she bowed and left. *** This is a revision and a bit of a teaser for my upcoming images, including the full revising of Azrael, which will be up in the next week or so. ~Credits~ Hair: Syyd's Gen-X Gabriel Character: Syyd Lighting: Aeolus I think, modified by me Some postwork in Photoshop. Thanks for viewing!