angel letter

To whomever discovers this;

This is the final resting place of Our Lady of Mirth, and we are the last
survivors of Her brutal slaying. I have stored the last shard of her divinity
in the urn in the antechamber, in the hopes it may be kept safe. I will have
long left the temple once this is read, but I carry the hope that whomever
reads this will carry on Her word. Please heed my words, so that the future
will know.

The man came in the night. More of a boy, really, young and lean and strong,
but he carried a sword as red as blood and gleaming with the unholy life of a
demon. His eyes were wrong. We knew he was not himself, but we could not repell
him, not once he revealed the thing he had brought with him. The fire-beast
lay waste to our city and our temple, and we tried to fight, but our Lady
ordered us to hide. My partner and I, we hid here, safe under the ground, while
She fought.

It was no avail. Once it was quiet, he slipped aboveground and looked upon
the ruin. He came back to me, and he wept. He is still weeping as I write this.
I only hope he remains strong. I went above, and looked upon the ruin too, but
I did not weep. It was too late to weep.

I don't know what the beast that controlled the boy really was. It came through
the seams of time and space from another world, and it should not be but it is
and it is still here. I will seek it, and I do not know if I will survive, but
I will spread my beloved Lady's word forever, until I am slain.

We were her eyes, and we will always continue to be such. I have faith.
May you have faith, too.

[It's not signed]