I blinked, tilting my head.
"…Come again?" I asked, half-sure I'd misheard her.
Helena's shoulders shook slightly was she laughing? before she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper.
"Kidding. Kind of."
"Kind of?!" I took a step back instinctively.
I hate this bitch.
Helena just shrugged casually.
"The Church is divided right now. Some want to welcome you." She held up one hand lazily.
"Some want to chain you up, dissect you, and throw your corpse to the beast." She raised the other hand.
"Wow," I mumbled.
"But," she added, stepping closer, her voice dropping into a mischievous whisper,
"the real reason you're here... is because the Archangel Families cannot agree."
I stayed silent, waiting.
Helena tilted her head. "Would you like some coffee?"
"....Sure."
I replied, rubbing the back of my neck.
'Things keep on getting worse.'
