Capítulo 137: The Redeemer
[🎶 And So It Begins – Klergy.]
"SO, I HEARD THE WITCH of the mooring is no more, is this true?" This voice belonged to Ravenna, who was asking as they sat for breakfast the next morning.
The clic of friends had all gathered at Salem Hall, since it was Rafel's.
The cafeteria was scanty, making the vast surfaces and floors more pristine. Their table was spick-span and held their various dishes. Today was the Sabbath, the final day of the weekend, and many students were at different religious sites.
Only a few tables sat conversing groups.
Breakfast was late; at 0900 hours.
Ravenna still waited on an answer, picking apart her fat shrimp with her dainty fingers. Rosamunde avoided her green eyes. Aya, always on Rafel's side of the table, looked interested too. Beyond the naive stares of both his succubus and Ravenna, only Rafel, Percival, and Rosa knew of the truth of Barbara's—alias the witch of the mooring—passing.
REFLEXIONES DE LOS CREADORES 
Staplehead
Staplehead [Redeemer]: A special class of Angel that has only one job, to redeem fallen saints to paradise. She is considered the purest of the celestial species.
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