{Celestia}
Celestia stared at the report in her hands.
Three more villages gone. Just like that.
She set the parchment down on her desk, next to the other seventeen reports from this week alone. Each one told the same kind of story. Demons attacking. Angels fighting back. Angels dying when a Primal showed up to ruin everyone's day.
[... Even now, it feels like we're still losing.]
The thought hit her like a punch to the gut. She tried to push it away, but it crawled right back like a bad itch.
"Archangel?" A messenger poked her head through the door. "I have the eastern territories report."
"Come in, Serfiel."
Serfiel walked over and placed another stack of papers on the desk. Wonderful. More delightful news to add to her growing pile of disasters.
"Anything else?"
Serfiel shifted her weight from foot to foot.
"Permission to speak freely?"
"Always."
"You look like hell."
