The Celestial Banquet, Part Six

The world looked different through Grace's Aura Sight.

Colors were sharper, movements more defined, and that blue-purple aura around the mysterious angel practically glowed like a beacon.

[Got you.]

Grace kept her eyes fixed on the grey-winged angel, trying her absolute hardest not to be obvious about it. The stranger was tall and elegant, mingling with her Veil friends like she belonged there. No one else seemed to notice anything off about her. Just Grace and her freaky new angel power.

She took a step toward the suspicious figure, but a booming voice stopped her.

"THERE SHE IS! OUR LITTLE DEMON SLAYER!"

[Oh no.]

Seraph burst through the crowd, a pack of gold-and-red clad Bravery Sisters trailing behind her. Grace barely had time to adjust her wings to the half-raised position before Seraph grabbed her in a bone-crushing hug that lifted her feet off the ground.

"C-can't breathe," Grace wheezed.