"Your eminence." The voice of two youths echoed within the quiet halls of the cathedral.
There, kneeling before the chancel of the cathedral, were two young men.
One had pure crimson-gold hair. Dressed in a plain golden robe. He looked like your everyday youth with his head bowed, but the two pairs of golden feathered wings folded behind him told a different story.
The other was the complete opposite. Nothing of him could be seen. He was large. Taller than even the white haired youth. His massive frame was clad in a pristine silver armor that glistened even in the dim lighting of the cathedral halls.
A massive silver sword was planted firmly by his side, the sheath of which was clasped firmly behind him.
His head just like that of the feathered youth remained bowed as they both awaited the response of the one they called eminence.
