Well, that was not entirely true. For there was still the matter of her defeat at the hands of that little Fairy Tail scumbag. To have fallen in such a way in front of her Mistress had brought her a great amount of shame and having to go through the painful experience of resurrection had only made the ordeal worse. Immortality was a blessing and one that she certainly adored but that did not shield her from the pain of battle, especially when she was brought to death’s door. To those watching, it would just appear as though she would turn into a beam of light, disappear and reform again later but the truth was far more harrowing. The reformation of the body was hard enough but the toll it took on her mind was worse. She had been forced to relive the most painful moments of her life during the process and it had left her in a sour mood for quite some time. It was only thanks to her Mistress that she had been able to find herself again, with her gentle words and presence, among other things.
Her defeat to the Kensho boy had left her with a burning desire to prove herself to the woman who meant most to her and that more than anything was why she had agreed to today’s mission. Armina wished to show that she was able to defend her closest friend and fulfil the duty that she had performed since before they had even come to Earthland, before they had descended from the stars. Of course, her Mistress had not uttered one word of disappointment to her regarding her defeat, instead only encouraging her to grow in strength but Armina felt shame nonetheless. To lose to a mortal was insulting and the fact that he had been a male was ten times worse.
As she headed towards the large building that seemed to rise above the rest of the town, Armina occasionally felt eyes upon her. It was only natural and Armina actually smiled as she heard one particular woman give her date a firm slap for taking his eyes away from her. Men were pigs and they deserved whatever they got. Fortunately for them, not one of the moronic mortals approached her, the enormous axe attached to her back more than enough to keep them in check. It would not take much for her to start swinging either, such was her way, once the adrenaline started flowing. Her maid-like appearance was only skin deep and behind that facade lay a monster, one who had as many lives on her conscience as her Mistress did although they were hardly a burden. Ending a mortal’s life meant as much to her as ending a wild animal’s. Nothing.
Her destination was a lovely looking cathedral that the people of the town seemed to adore and even the angel had to chuckle at the sight of it. A rather unusual take, being rather gothic in nature but it certainly appealed to her and more importantly, appealed to her Mistress. Generally, the two of them would destroy any building that held the faintest taint of religion but there was something about this cathedral that was different. It was an oddity and one that could be used as a shrine for her Mistress, unlike the usual disgusting cathedrals which reeked of holy light. Armina knew of the creatures that mortals worshipped and they were not the holy and kind beings that they were made out to be. They were monsters, betrayers of their own race and in the end, they had been betrayed in turn by her Mistress.
There were mortals coming and going all the time but as she approached the enormous building, her eyes fell upon two sword wielding men who swiftly approached her. They had symbols on their armour which she assumed meant that they were guards of some kind, resulting in a roll of the eyes from the busty bombshell. As if they had the slightest hope of harming her.
“I am sorry but you will have to hand over your axe if you wish to enter, Miss.” The larger of the guard said sternly, a tall figure indeed, standing at around six foot six with short brown hair. He was a fairly aged male and had no doubt seen his fair share of combat. “Due to the war and increase in trouble, we are tightening our defences. I am sure that you understand.”
“You will have to turn around otherwise.” The second guard added, a short fellow, with long blonde hair and a far younger complexion. He looked little more than a boy in truth and cearly inexperienced.
“I will do no such thing and if you attempt to take my axe by force then I will feed you your own limbs.” Armina replied with a smile, her right hand moving around to draw her weapon. “Actually, forget that, I will do it regardless of your actions. This cathedral now belongs to my Mistress and I will slaughter everyone inside it to add a little bit of colour.”
The younger guard drew his sword and moved in to attack but Armina was far faster and with one mighty swing from her weapon, she cut straight through him in a massive arc, killing him before he hit the ground. A display of force that would set the tone for what was to come. The older guard was more cautious in his advance, as he slowly walked down the stairs towards her but it made little difference, as she summoned a chain with her left hand and launched it in his direction, catching him off guard. The piece of metal would wrap around his leg, allowing Armina to pull him down the stairs, before delivering a brutal finisher with her axe.
“Well, that was fun.” Armina laughed, before making her way up the stairs and entering the cathedral.