You sting with the feeling of someone watching you. Your angelic wings flesh out, looking beyond the corridors of your God's worshipping temple.

"I'm surprised my soul-bound rather devote herself to god-" his voice rings across the temple, his body unseen. He's hidden himself "rather then devote herself to me." *

Envy. Aleksandr. The demon of deadly sins you had escaped many eons ago.

He was back for you.