The next few weeks go by in a blur. Armed with the knowledge that I was right all along - Rosa basically confirmed that I am stuck in the middle of an angelic war between Heaven and Hell, and I was raised by a literal angel - I dive headfirst into my research.
The nightly dreams of visits from the Christ of Thorns ended abruptly after I visited Rosa, and I suspect that it's because the figure in the dream had achieved his goal - to drive me towards Rosa, and towards the answers that I sought.
And so now I spend long nights at the library, reading everything I can about angels, demons and everything in between. I scour through book after book, devouring massive volumes of information in my search for enlightenment - only leaving around 8 o'clock each evening when Sister Yemena chases me o
