Hutriel watched the coach pull to a halt outside a tall imposing building. Whoever lived there, or had lived there, would have been wealthy, a minor noble, or some captain of industry perhaps? No matter, it was just the shadow of its real self, a black reflection, because they were all inside the Time Fields of the Black Museum now, and dark deeds were afoot. He watched from the rooftop opposite as the cloaked figure alighted from the coach. The horses, sensing the evil nearby whinnied and shuffled, their great iron clad feet scraped on the wet cobbles, and in the darkness, it sounded like n***d blades being sharpened.
Hutriel had been dreading this. Chasen had been growing angrier by the day and now the madness of the angels was clearly upon him. Many of their kin had succumbed to this d
