The harpy landed softly on the roof of a great black building, setting Grace down as she began walking to a door that seemed to have been cut from the stone of the building itself. Grace swallowed and followed the harpy into the building.
Once inside Grace looked around, large tapestries covered the walls. She looked at the largest, it depicted a battle. Angels with large flaming swords fighting… other angels? Grace stepped closer to the tapestry, her eyes drawn to a silver haired Angel, with wings of fire. She gasped, it was her grandmother- sword held high, ready to strike down an Angel with golden hair. Grace stepped back and shook her head, confusion suffusing every cell of her body. This must be what Sarael was talking about. Her grandmother fell from Grace.
She stepped to the tap
