The Celestial Banquet, Part Seven

The balcony was eerily quiet compared to the celebration inside. Grace's footsteps echoed against the white stone floor as she approached the mysterious angel, who stood with her back to Grace, looking out at the endless sky.

"Beautiful night, isn't it?" the angel said without turning around. Her voice was smooth but had a weird edge to it. Like someone trying too hard to sound normal.

"Uh, I guess so," Grace replied, stopping a safe distance away. Through her Aura Sight, the blue-purple energy swirling around the angel looked even stronger out here. It pulsed and writhed like it was alive.

Grace swallowed. 

[Okay, okay... Calm down. Your Aura Sight says that it can't identify targets that are too strong, so... That should mean this girl isn't that strong, right?] 

The angel turned slowly. Her smile didn't reach her eyes.

"You're the one everyone's talking about. The demon killer." She tilted her head. "I'm Isolde."