Amariah stepped foot into the cathedral, built in the nineteenth century, she had only stepped foot in it the first time to settle her curiosity about the mortal's religion, her father's prophets had laid down that religion, her father's religion, by his command. She knew it as well as the next angel did, people prayed to the angels as much as they prayed to God. However, the rules state not all prayers get answered, in fact, not many do these days.
A familiar feeling moved through Amariah's body, a feeling she used to despise but now had grown so used to, the only constant in an ever-changing world. The feeling of his presence still made her blood boil, but not in the way it used to, it used to make her angry, furious even, she hated being around him. Now it was simply instinct that made it boil, instinct all angels were born with, the one that told them demons were bad and humans were flawed but good. She would never let him know that though.
"Adriel, you didn't burst into flames, interesting" Amariah teased turning to face the demon who had entered the cathedral. She moved towards him stopping about a foot away, looking up at him she frowned slightly. "I must say, I'm a little disappointed. I would have thought what the mortal's call, my father's house would cause a demon to burst into flames."