{Fyodor pov} Fyodor was a priest dealing with religious beliefs, mythology, etc. He had a reputation, known for being cold and cunning, deemed 'unfit to be a priest' by the mouth of others.

I was walking down the dark hallway to the chambers of the church, I was bored and I didn't have any duties to do so I decided to see if Angels were really real.

I stood in front of a large platform for disbanded rituals, chanting out of my book that I was not supposed to have.

I scoffed as nothing happened, I was about to turn and leave when I heard loud crumbling and A flash of white clouded my vision.

Confused and shocked I turned around, seeing a disheveled angelic figure on the platform.

I was still shocked but my expression remained one of Nonchalance. "A angel.."