Kratzer lowered his gun as he realized that this was just another unfortunate fellow who'd stumbled into this like all the rest of them. "It's real," he said, tone calm.
"Real as anything ever is," a woman said in a singsong lilt, walking forward from the back of the church. She had long, black hair that framed an elegant, pale-skinned face. A piercing, emerald gaze found its way to Edward, then to Kratzer. "Then again, it's all relative." She glanced around the group. "What a curious assortment. An angel who's a demon, a couple demons who are angels, and several others who I'd imagine weren't whatever they are now, if the surprise is anything to judge by."
The moment the woman began to speak, everything in Kratzer's demeanor changed. He was guarded and quiet and the usual confidence he carried with him was instantly replaced by a carefully-crafted mask of uncare. She looked at him.
"Glad to see you made it, Silberfuchs," she smiled a little. "Cornyx, Melkyael. My, my. What a party we have here. Do introduce me to your friends, Engel." She looked towards James and Maahes.
His jaw tightened a little but the assassin dipped his head in instant obedience, or perhaps it was simply resignation. "James and Maahes, a few individuals who I...encountered many years ago in an incident similar to this one." His voice was so carefully controlled it was unnatural, even for him.
"James and Maahes...Maahes...Wasn't than an Egyptian deity? Are you a god of sorts, or merely named for one, Maahes?" she inquired.
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