“Karine,” he repeated, bowing his head in return. “I am pleased to make your acquaintance. Don’t let me keep you any longer. I have things I must see to myself. Perhaps we will cross paths again soon.”
Bates? Karine hadn’t said anything about this Bates before. Was that the lord she had been speaking about, a leader of some dark religion that she was a part of? It was quite possible. As she walked away, he turned around to walk down the main avenue.
The bells, he’d follow the bells. The Church of Light was terribly imposing in size. The steeple pointed at the sky quite forcefully. He imagined the archon cloistered in there, his eyes roaming to the symbol of the church that topped the steeple.
The sound of worship grew louder the closer Orpheus got to the Church. He saw light awash down the steps to the church, the doors flung open inviting the pious and those that wished to absolve their sins to the warm light inside.
Orpheus considered investigating what was flying so high among the spires, but he was also aware that the arhon within the church steeple may be ever vigilant. His amber eyes flared with hells fire and his fingers grew scaled much like a dragon, the nails at the tips of his hands transforming into claws. Orpheus' tattoo like markings glowed as hot brands would deep inside the hottest fires of hell. He conjured his demon strength to leap up the side of a building, the clawed fingers digging into the bick as he nimbly negotiated the wall. Atop the building he ran, leaping among the eaves as if the distance between the various structures were of no consequence to him. He was a blur above the alleyways, glamouring himself into a whisper of shimmers. He stopped at the highest point near the spires and made a leap of faith, his hair whipping behind him, hands and feet at the ready to dig into the brick of an ivory spire. He was succesful and scrabbled up to the top of a spire to stand with feet planted at the steel awning that rimmed the tip.
The figure darting about the spires shone the closer he got, her golden hair flaring around her and her white wings gleaming. This was undoubtedly the archon Karine had mentioned. She practically shimmered with holy light that lit up the blades at her belt blindingly. She seemed agitated, swooping around the spires.
My candle burns at both ends It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light.
Fuck. The sight of the archon sent shivers up his spine. If she were to see him now it may all be over for his existance outside of hell. And he had no intentions to go without a fight. He lowered his body down, claws catching the eaves, as she flew past the spire. As soon as he was sure he was out of her sight he began to descend, letting his fingers slip away from the tower to plunge down alongside it.
Orpheus' body fell until his feet landed on the roof of the Church of Light, just beneath the spire. The tiles of the roof shattered where he landed, a perfect circle beneath him on impact. He crouched down a bit, his feet firmly planted beneath him as he looked up at the sky above for the Archon's presence. His body was not as fragile as a human's, he only looked that way for pretenses. He crept off the roof and landed just beside the church, hidden behind the grand doors for cover.
Orpheus immediately phased out of demon form as he heard her light footfalls. Undoubtedly the acolyte had heard the roof shattering atop the Church roof. He stepped out from behind the door and started down the steps nonchalantly, giving the acolyte a backward glance as he moved beneath his lashes.