Watching Desmond disappear, Katya paused briefly. Quickly tracking the hunter's fate, Katya smiled imperceptibly; she had decided to be a little softer with Lilith for the consideration she had just shown for Desmond. Of course, the archangel of balance still planned to teach the blood mage who didn't know her place a lesson.
With her trusty crystal spear, Katya was about to make her move when a third voice interrupted the tension between her and Lilith. "As I thought, you had your own plans in this matter. It was not very polite of you to use me like this, Katya."
Had Desmond been present, he would have recognized Myrilla's honeyed voice. Still, he would not have recognized the angel of love's appearance. The angel of love's pink hair had changed to a shimmering iridescent, her eyes, although they remained the same color, now seemed to be filled with fire, and two silver dragon horns protruded from her forehead.
