Daisy stepped forward, lifting into the air as she did. Supported by the wings of holy fire that burst from her back. The wings moved with the sound of roaring flood water. Burning wheels rotated around her accompanied by a cacophony akin to a charging army. Giant eyes filled every inch of the wheels, and every one bore their gaze into the other angels below her. Clothed now in only fire, she held a hand outstretched to the side, “be afraid,” she said, “for behold, I bring tidings of swift vengeance, and great mercy.” A sword of fire burst from her hand, “if you leave now.”
