A trumpet blast of triumph broke the silence of the hallowed realm. Angels turned their heads in surprise from all over the realm as the sound rose from a blessed chord to a choir of angelic voices raised in exultation.

Rising into the air born on great wings that left shadowy trails like wisps of ink in its wake was a being that clearly held the power, grace and stature of an Archangel. Golden blade glistening in the light and its halo burning so bright it seemed to seethe.

For a moment it floated held aloft by the strength of it’s wings alone, turning scanning slowly each and every angelic face that looked up and upon it.

Then with a single beat of it’s wings it turned and raced away from the realm as it seemingly plummeted towards the mortal realms below with unequalled speed, its sword thrust before it leading the way.