Papa Perpetua stood in the middle of the room before the pentagram, absolutely horrified. He had been Summoning a new ghoul... But he must have done something wrong because what lay before him was NOT a ghoul...

But an angel.

"What the hell?!" He looked at the book, and the inscriptions, that was when he saw it.

One symbol was off by just a centimeter...

Now, an angel lay before him, unconscious, white wings shimmering in the candlelight...

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his brow, "Great..."