"Hey, you girls need to come check this out," said Sapper while looking out the window.
Kita and the others wandered over from the living area where they were watching Black Pentagram.
"What's going on?" said Nemesis.
"It's a bunch of people with candles gathering at the fence," said Sapper.
Kita looked over Sapper across the south lawn of the White House to the sea of candles. It reminded her of her candle-filled sanctuary that was destroyed in her youth.
"What are they doing?" said Aspen.
"I don't know," said Apocalypse. She made a call. "What's going on by the south fence? ...Vigil? For what? ...For the Angels. What's that mean? ...Religious groups, ok...I haven't been informed of any calls from them. Mister Oliver no longer works for me. I don't know who has been handling the calls. Ok, thank you...No, don't have them removed unless they become violent."
"What is it?" said Kita.
"Religious groups holding a vigil. I don't know what that means."
"Let's go see what they want."
"Are you sure it's safe?"
"We can always fly away. Playing into people's beliefs is a great way to earn loyalty."
"Ok. Let's go."
After telling the Secret Service of their intentions, the Angels exited through the south portico and glided over the lawn and fence to land among the gathered people.
"What do we do?" said Nemesis.
"I don't know," said Kita. "In the past, people saw touching an Angel as good luck. I've healed people. Sometimes they just want to talk."
Kita raised her hands. "Hello. What can we help you with?"
"Mother of God, you are real," said a woman.
Kita chuckled. Her mother was no one special, just a coward and a liar. "Yes. We are real. You've come to us, and we're here to see what you need."
"We've come for the blessing of an Angel," said a man with two kids holding onto his legs.
Kita knelt before his kids. She glided a thumb across the little girl's forehead leaving a fiery trail. She did the same for the little boy. "The mark of an Angel to keep you both safe."
"Thank you, Your Highness," the man said as he knelt.
"Be loyal to Princess Roosevelt, and the Angels will smile upon you," Kita announced so the gathered group could hear. "Spread out and touch them. That's all they want."
The Angels dispersed along the fence, touching as many people as they could. The Secret Service arrived with the Capitol Police and formed people into lines. Several news crews interviewed the waiting people.
A man in a white robe, blue vestment, blue biretta with a pom, and carrying a staff with a circle and plus inside cut through the line. Kita's two female Secret Service agents stopped him.
"Foul creature of black wings," he yelled around the agents, "be gone! You fool the innocent lambs with your false blessings. You only mark them so you can devour their souls later." He took a vial from under his robe, popped the top, and threw it at Kita, hitting her in the chest splashing her with water.
Kita howled in pain as flames burst from where the water hit her. The flames engulfed her, burning like an inferno. The crowd stepped back. Kita's howl of pain changed to harsh laughter. "You must have missed that part of the news story where I burst into flames. Fire and water are mine to command." Kita extinguished herself. "I am not the one to fear—you are!"
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