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Struggling to form words, you finally reply, "yes, I will help however I can."

"I'm sure you have questions, yes?" The chocolate beauty asks.

"Well for one, what are you...some sort of angel? What is your name? Uh, what are you wearing?" The questions, once you begin speaking, pour out in rapid succession.

"In a matter of speaking I am an angel," she responds, staring at nothing in particular above your head with a forlorn look. "I am a seraph, an angel of the highest station. I have seen much suffering in this land over the centuries, and I do not wish any more on humankind. Lilith and those who follow her stain souls who would otherwise be pure; this cannot continue. As for my name, I mustn't reveal this here. Names carry power, young one. My garb and sword are made from the Steel of the Divines: a metal processed and blessed by the seraphic metalworkers. But this place is not safe. We must leave."

Agreeing completely, you allow the seraph to lead you out the service entrance of the store. She grabs you around the waist, again this feels as if your shirt doesn't exist, and seemingly from nowhere develops a brilliant white pair of feathered wings that contrast her dark skin and crimson hair beautifully.

Any further contemplation is cut off as she launches the two of you into the air with a powerful down-stroke of her wings.