[7] Little Red Ghost

In the mid 1700s, there was a tremendous lull in the intensity of the war.

Sure, there was still plenty of fighting going on here and there, but it was one of those phases where both sides were in too many stalemates and had gotten rather bored of each other. No new battles had sparked up beyond casual brawling, nobody made any major advancements on their enemy, nothing major really happened. Everything was rather flat on both ends.

As a result, Heaven finally decided to start doing it's actual job again.

Camael sat behind her desk, flipping through a brown parchment file. Her glazed, golden eyes scanned the text without really reading it. Across from her, Atticus sat upright with his hands folded in his lap, his back straight and his expression focused.

"Is it another case involving a loose soul?" He asked

Sighing, Camael tossed the file down.