POV The First Brother:
An inquisitor kneeled before the altar, his four tiny wings on his back moving as he prayed.
Suddenly the doors into the chamber swung wide open, revealing a white corridor with another inquisitor standing in the entrance. The kneeling inquisitor stood up, turning his attention to the newcomer.
The newly arrived inquisitor stood without moving as if collecting his resolve before finally speaking, "The angels have been defeated!"
Suddenly the winged inquisitor known as the first brother fell on his knees, a loud clang resounding through the empty chamber as his armour hidden under his robes hit the cold stone floor.
"No! No! You are a liar! No one can resist the might of the heavens!" the inquisitor touched his head, his head moving back and forth, his voice gradually becoming increasingly muffled and distorted.
He felt like his world crumbled, all of his sacrifices being wasted in vain.
