Murky bit her lip, trying not to show just how deeply her nerves affected her. She came this far on her own two feet and she wouldn't back down now. Even if it hurt her in the end. Turning away from her home one last time, good byes already said among praise and luck, she started toward the cathedral that occupied the highest point on this mountain thrust way up beyond the clouds. Beyond that, the pearly gates shone, a pattern against the sky no angel could frown upon. Heaven was their world of peace. Everything should be perfect, but it was not.

Considering she only donned the armor passed down through her family for the first time a week ago, it felt strange against her body. She wore it easily, the lightweight components fitted over a leather bodice and chain mail ringlets clinking softly over the fabric of her skirt. However, she was no warrior. She was of the choir of virtues, but one more than well versed in magic. Since it came down to this, she could fight. After all, the seraphim, cherub, and the Archangels--those of warrior class, were occupied with the front lines.

Long ago, Lucifer became the first afflicted with the demon's virus. He took with him out of heaven, a large following. They and the angels always had their strife, but it remained a stagnant war. Now, one by one, angels started to come down with the virus again. Not even the elders understood why or how to stop it. It was why Murky now followed the white stone path that ended at the carved wooden doors ahead. Who could fight? Who would try to stop this thing that affected heaven? Whoever may volunteer, gather at the cathedral by noon. Knowing just who she needed to save, she climbed the last few steps and pushed her way inside. She may die doing this, but that risk, she accepted already.