The concealing spell cast by Agares had prevented the angels from observing what was happening on earth. Not even the most desperate prayers of the living reached their ears. Archangel Jophiel was the only one who sensed something was wrong. She had heard the dying screams of the young priest. It was a heart-rending cry. One she simply couldn't get out of her head. Though she was used to seeing humans murder each other every day, this time she felt alarmed, since the priest had invoked her blessings just moments before his death. She couldn't rest easy until she found out what was really happening on earth.
Waving her fingers in the air, she conjured an oval looking glass framed in silver. When she tried to view the mortal realm in her mirror, all she managed to see was a shadowy darkness
