As Lanister and Nevayah sat around, twiddling their thumbs in the least literal sense, a brilliant Pillar of light erupted from the front of the church, right where a priest might be standing if he were giving his sermon. The sudden disruption of their quiet peace was so abrupt, so absolutely and completely out of nowhere, the tainted boy literally jerked back in his seat with such strength, he fell over the back, landing on his own. Without hesitation and putting Nevayah's safety before his own life, Lanister ran out from behind his chair and grabbed his wife's hand, tugging her into a seemingly safer position behind one of the massive church benches. Once there, Lanister would peer through the gap between back and seat, the radiant, blinding light surprisingly not blinding. His eyes didn't hurt to stare into the incredible glow and, in fact, it seemed to invite the attention. Unlike staring into the sun or it's reflection upon metal, this light didn't force itself into their eyesockets, burning their optic nerves into oblivion. This light seemed to envelop the pair, comfort them, a trusting sight that would make any mortal believe that they were in the presence of a god. After what happened with the demon all that time ago and the run in with the crazies that, he presumed, worshiped this thing, Lanister was still quite dubious. He would be liar to claim the sight didn't touch his soul because it did.... painfully... as if just being in the presence of such a thing was a crime in it of itself. It was like polluting a beautiful river with disgusting, grimy sewage. You just... shouldn't... do that.
Out of the pillar of light, a shadow began to form, growing more and more into the shape of a man, three, radiant white angel wings sprouting out of either side of the pillar, spreading themselves wide and threatening to encompass the entire room. Of course, this may have just been an illusion of the sheer power demonstrated by this being... It was beautiful, yet terrible, like staring into the glossy black, souless eyes of a massive spider. Knowing how it managed to track you, to capture you, and now to kill you so masterfully and professionally... you couldn't help but admire it.
The pillar of light faded and, where it once stood, was a MASSIVE woman, at least 30 feet tall at the shortest, those six wings sprouting from her back, now folded neatly behind. In one hand, she held a tome at least twice the size of Lanister himself, a single page of which being large enough to encompass a pair of king-sized beds. In the other, she held a large mace, wicked spikes jutting from the brutal iron ball on the head of the weapon. The woman herself wore fully-functional battle armor, complete with a golden-white cuirus, greaves, boots and gloves, looking as if she were getting ready for war. Her golden hair seemed to glow with her holy radiance, appearing more the color of golden tulips than the blonde mortals had received. This angelic being stared right down at where Lanister and Nevayah hid with silent, cold blue eyes, her full red lips curled downwards into a frown.
The boy stared up at the war-maiden, eyes wide and mouth agape, dumbfounded being a drastic understatement of the expression on his face. At the very most, Lanister was hoping that they would be thrown at some sort of perverted beast, or a demon or SOMETHING that they could die to knowing they had a chance at escape. But when he stared up into those silent, critical eyes of the colossal holy being, Lanister knew there was no hope of getting out of this one.