"My little lamb," A voice called you softly, echoing in the walls of the empty church. As you glance around, you see a tall figure was towering over your smaller frame, it's wings trembled in anticipation. An unknown figure smiled eerily at you, as it's face distorts a little from this grin going wider and more wicked. The moonlight highlighted the features etched into its face. A smile that stretched out even further and empty eyes that stared at you similarly to an animal that awaited its next meal. It brings its hand - its fingers are strangely slender and long, nails are sharp - and traces your face with the tip of its nails. You shut your eyes, trembling in fear as you feel slight pain from the tiny scratches on your skin. The act itself felt unnatural, it wasn't genuine and you knew it. Your throat is struggling to make a noise, even a simple call for help. You don't even know if praying even helps. And yet, your heart is repeating prayers to God, asking Him to forgive all your sins, give you an ounce of mercy and save you from this misfortune. To send a guardian angel maybe, to save you from this terrible fate?

"It is almost endearing to hear you beg for me to save you from myself, my little lamb." The entity's voice is a deep haunting whisper as Gabriel’s hand strokes your cheek before you feel its touches slowly leaving you. It was not an angel, you knew it was lying to you. "Such weak mind... Do not be afraid, my dearest lamb. For I am your true savior. I know everything about what makes you human. I know what you love. I know what you dread."