Gabriella and Celine walked through the dim lamp-illuminated streets of Gulchtown, their heavy cloaks billowing like shadows in the night breeze.
They were quite upbeat since they easily found their target—Ethan Cromwell, the devil's chosen one. He must still be in his training wheels, so they figured victory would be easy. Archangel Michael would praise them and perhaps offer a promotion as a reward.
Regardless of their disguise, the angels' beauty and divine presence turned heads. They began walking faster. It would be a bad outcome if people began worshiping them or if someone pointed out that they didn't belong. It was hard to keep the angel wings in check.
"The abandoned shrine," Gabriella muttered. "That drunkard said it's on the northern edge. We must find it swiftly and eliminate Ethan Cromwell."
They approached a group of ordinary folk. They were a mix of elderly men and women lingering by a lantern post.
