The Void Wolf

As the Grenitian Kingdom took to repairing the damage the fleet of Airships caused. The name of the angel spread through all corners of the city and beyond. Gavreel a beautiful angel who was just and kind. She cared not for status and assisted all, whether rich or poor. She started with healing those injured by the attack and then moved onto those who were already in poor health. Her magic allowed people to regrow limbs they had lost as well as heal any and all sicknesses. No matter what the affliction was, Gavreel could repair it. She made her home at the temple to which the paladins and priests were more than happy to allow.

Randolph was someone else who became as prominent as Gavreel as she designated him as someone chosen by the Gods. Clark and Juliana were selected by Gavreel as important since they were close to Randolph. Juliana especially since she was an oracle, Gavreel stressed Juliana’s importance in receiving messages from the Gods.

As for how Juliana felt about it, she felt a new sense of responsibility and looked forward to her role now that she had been given direction.

Leonard, being the last surviving heir of King Windsor, was appointed as King by Gavreel herself. In her own words, Leonard went about things in a certain way but he didn’t have an evil soul. It was a shock for the majority of the population who had heard rumors of him being a terrible and inept prince.

Two weeks went by slowly but the news about an Angel appearing spread to each nation like a wildfire. Many people from all over rushed to the Capital to see for Gavreel for themselves and her brief yet meaningful public appearances washed away all doubt. In the time she had appeared, she did nothing but heal those who needed it while rooting out those who were evil.

That was until one day, where she made her first request to Randolph. Inside of the temple, Randolph, Clark, and Juliana knelt in front of Gavreel who stood in front of them with a dignified expression.

“I’ve heard the people speak of a man named Ira. They said he’s the one who summoned the Red Moon,” Gavreel spoke without a hint of any distinguishable emotion. It made it seem as if she was mentioning a subject she barely had interest in. But her eyes showed a sharp and dangerous glint of light. “What can you tell me about him? Is he a kind person?”

“No, not from the interaction I’ve had with him.” Juliana was the first to speak. “He insulted me and attacke the knights of my family. I can’t say he’s evil but he’s not very kind.”

Randolph and Clark knew that Juliana had a run in with Ira before but she never went into detail so they listened attentively.

“What about you, Randolph? Do you know him?” Gavreel asked.

“Ah, yes...I asked him for help when the Tel’vians attacked but he refused. He did say he would help if any children were involved but there were none he could see so he left. Before that, I thought that he was someone who had a mischievous personality. He’s very strong, way stronger than me. He does things on his own terms is the best way to describe him I guess. Oh! When the Behemoth appeared something strange happened. Ira was fighting dragons and other people and then he...Well, it was like the whole world darkened.” Randolph said with a complicated expression.

Gavreel nodded and then turned to Clark who could feel her gaze on him.

“I met him in my village,” Clark said.

“Your village is near the place referred to as the Black Forest, isn’t it?” Gavreel asked, seeking confirmation.

“Yes. He appeared out of nowhere with traces of black mist following him wherever he teleported to. The first thing he did was...” Clark trailed off as memories of the day came back into his mind.

“Continue,” Gavreel’s voice rang out, compelling Clark to finish speaking.

“My little brother died trying to help fend off the bandits. Ira appeared and took the sword from his body. He killed all of the bandits with no problem at all.”

“Now, Clark, could you describe his appearance for me? I just want to be sure it’s the same person.” Gavreel’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Yes, he has black hair and bright yellow eyes. Oh, he used to have a black sigil with four wolves on his left hand. I don’t know what happened to it but I didn’t see him with it for a while now.” Clark gave all the details he had.

Gavreel nodded and absorbed the information. In their eyes, it seemed that the angel was simply curious about a powerfull figure of the Mortal Realm but the truth was far different.

Gavreel had a purpose for coming to the Mortal Realm and upon figuring out who her target was, her eyes filled with fervor.

“Was there anything else you needed?” Randolph asked.

“No, that is all. Both you and Clark can leave, I need to speak with Juliana privately,” Gavreel said.

“Alright,” Randolph and Clark stood up before bowing and exiting the room. The former shared a look with Juliana before he exited the room with Clark.

“Come closer, child,” Gavreel spoke softly. “As an oracle for the Gods, you shouldn’t fear your sacred duties.”

“I understand,” Juliana said before gathering her determination and moving forward.

“Be still,” Gavreel said in a whisper as her eyes were filled with a golden white color. She pressed her hand against Juliana’s forehead and divine energy filled the room.

“I’ve found the remaining Avarus Lupum,” Gavreel said.

Juliana’s body trembled and Gavreel seemed to interpret it easily.

“I understand, I will work to lure him into breaking more taboos of the Mortal Realm. I’ve heard many rumors of him and stories from witnesses and from what I can tell it would be hard to do so without causing him to attack me.”

Juliana’s body shook again and Gavreel showed a contemplative look.

“It will take time but I’m confident it will work. I will build up the trust of the mortals without drawing too much of his attention. When the time comes, I’ll begin as instructed. Tell the Divine Ones of my progress and I’ll await their next orders.” Gavreel cut off the connection between herself and Juliana and the latter stumbled on her feet while holding her head.

“What...D-Did I do well?” Juliana couldn’t recall after Gavreel placed a hand on her head.

“Of course, child. It would be best if you don’t remember as too much knowledge of the Divine can prove dangerous for mortals,” Gavreel explained. “Now, go and rest. There is still more to do.”

Gavreel showed a gentle and caring smile that warmed Juliana’s heart.

“I will do as you say.” Juliana bowed before exiting the room with slow steps.

As she left, the smile on Gavreel’s face immediately vanished and was replaced a cold and serious look devoid of any and all emotion. Truthfully, she found most of the mortals to be in conflict with her own beliefs. They only were truly devout when they were healed or witnessed her might. If it was up to her, they should always be devoted to the Gods whether they received help or not. She saw them as ants when compared to the perfection of the Gods. But she maintained her image as she knew the mortals were a necessary part of Ira’s capture. She would keep up her act for however long it took. She would even give her life if it helped reach the goals of the Gods that she respected and feared more than anything.

“Guide me,” Gavreel said to herself.

The Angel in the Temple continued to draw in thousands of visitors to the Capital per day with none of them being aware of her true purpose.