Sleek black light armour appeared around Abelia. It radiated darkness. For the first time for a very long time she could feel her own body, her own blood and flesh and bones, encased in the ancient war gear of the Fallen. She hadn't been able to conjure this armour since she had lost this body. Not even Mephisthopheles had been able to summon it when he walked among the human apes. Or hadn't been willing to for some reason. The mage Annabelle had restored her to what she had once been millennia ago. Abelia didn't know if she had intended to do that but that didn't really matter. She was back and Abelia would make use of what had been returned to her to make the freak show surrounding her suffer.
Whatever it had been that had made Fallen ally themselves with angels loyal to the Creator und
