Iron blade catching in its fur, a beastfolk with the appearance of a goat

crushed the arm of the knight with its shield.

The result of difference in strength between humans and beastfolk.

The knight pried her sword from the creature and put it between them,

intending to impale it on any further advance.

Looking on was the one she was meant to protect, a delicate princess,

obviously not meant to be out on a night like this, and yet, she was. Maybe it was

because of that, the knight was able to take out a few beastfolk before

succumbing to her wounds.

No fear was in her eyes, getting up to one knee, and holding her sword in her

good hand, a last resistance was all she could give. She steadied her hand, and

lunged…

… they both fell.

And yet, the knight was the one who stood back up, blood trickled over her

closed eye, and the beastfolk's spear was lodged in her shoulder, leaving both of

her arms useless.

Yet she still stood, dragging her feet across the ground in fierce defiance of

her own wounds. Finally she fell to her knees before her princess.

“Sorry… in the end I couldn't protect you when it counted”

I wish you could sing for me one last time.

The knight's vision faded, and so did her hearing, she couldn't quite make out

what her mistress was trying to say.

What an idiot, you weren't supposed to grow attached to me.

The knight gave a weak smile, seemingly making the princess burst into

tears.

Ow that stings, don't mess with the wound, you'll make my passing less

peaceful.

Opening her eyes again she saw the princess clasp both hands together,

apparently there were more beastfolk closing in, this would be their last moments

together. So the knight did the same, one arm was broken and the other was

pierced at the shoulder, yet she still put her hands together.

And prayed.

She prayed to no God in particular.

Please if there is anything you can do, save this girl.

And like that she closed her eyes, blood trickling down the edge of her smile.

I'm sorry that's all I can do.

But something stirred her from her resignation, despite the ringing in her ears

she felt a slight and soft sound. Everyone did, it was a sound as gentle and full of

life as the girl holding the knight's hands.

Despite how cold they were, they felt warm.

She let herself relax, soothed by the sweet song, she even felt enough

strength to speak.

“You know… in the Slane… they say an angel would guide them in their last

moment”

Despite herself she found the time to chuckle-

“But I never believed it was true-”

In that moment the princess turned to see what the knight was describing-

-and there stood an angel, as radiant as the sun itself.

Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

That’s not right, she can see it too?

“Ah…”

The knight wanted to blink, to make sure what she was seeing was real, but

her body wouldn’t let her lose track of it.

Spreading it’s way out of a bright marble armor were innumerable pure white

wings, reaching far past the corners of her vision, silver and gold wrappings

seemed to grow and flow out of every crack of the armor, a radiant halo made it

seem like the clouds had parted and the sun shone down on the two, and yet, in

the presence of this divine being her limbs seem to want to escape the rest of her

body.

It felt as though a the moment the being left her vision her head would leave

her shoulders, it was clearly the most powerful creature known to man, or the

physical manifestation of a god, that she was sure of.

Her princess seemed to hold the same idea, the both of them felt just how

powerless they were in that moment, as if they had been reduced to a grain of

sand being swept up by the vast ocean. In the span of a minute they had made

peace with themselves, they would have to blink eventually, and when they did,

that would be all.

Then-

-It spoke

Words they did not understand.

”Helm, how many mobs are there?”

The God took one grave and heavy step after the other towards the two, the

mud it kicked up was anihilated as soon as it made contact with it’s being, as if

rejecting the idea of impurity itself. Held in its right hand, a scythe longer than a

human, with a blade as circular at the halo the being wore, it would be be the

implement of their demise.

“500 got it, calculate the distance the ring would need to be without hearts”

The knight knew better than to try to comprehend the words of Gods.

“Hah, guess I can let loose”

No, she understood thatLet loose? what would youBefore she could think, it spoke again.

“Fear not! You with the voice, I am here to be your protector! I am sure of it,

my destiny is finally known!”

There was no resistance left in the knight, subject to the whims of a God, she

couldn’t even think to struggle, one thought remained though.

”Oh, God…”

She prayed, to one God.

“… let no harm fall to the Seventh Princess, Alice Renga’ill Lander, slay her

enemies, let her find happiness”

Maybe she should have stayed silent, even as she spoke, her voice broke and

shattered into a million pieces, as if she had any sway of those who truly ruled the

world, she could have even very well gotten her mistress killed with that, and yet…

“Hm? Seven happens to be my lucky number, very well!, I’ll grant you your

wish, for her, I would even split the sun!”

Was her mistress truly chosen by God? somewhere down in her heart she felt

vindicated.

It went on speaking.

“I used to hear a voice like that all the time, and now it feels like too long ago,

such a thing should be cherished right?”

She had never once taken her eyes off of the being, but it was now standing

right in front of her, she had never seen it move from the spot it was, and yet it

was here now.

That wasn’t all, it’s hand nearly touched her shoulder, she could clearly feel

the burning sensation of being in the presence of this God, this was real, not a

dream.

She was close enough to see the gaps in the armor, and what lied beyond it

felt-

-oddly human…

“Please…”

It laughed.

A laugh so natural, she felt perhaps this was the time to laugh.

“I already promised you didn’t I?, fine I’ll swear it!”

It took a heavy step past us, digging one foot deep into the ground,

brandishing it’s scythe, tracing the length of the handle in one swift hand motion

and letting it rest by it’s side.

It was only then that she noticed the small army of beastfolk that was closing

in on on them, it almost seemed insignificant compared to what stood before

them.

And indeed it was.

“I!, Enter Name, Swear on the title of Seven Winged, Seven Armed Angel, I

will protect her voice! So long as my body lives”

Wings spread out from it’s armor, blotting out the army of beastfolk.

Never did the knight see the being move.

Yet it was gone.

In its place, a cloud of feathers, and the army, vanished