By the time I regained my senses, humanity had already figured out the devil's tricks, each time more difficult than the last.
"But you see, I am not like them; since I have come, I have no plans to go back."
Confident in its backup plans, the Thousand-Eyed Demon cackled darkly: "Experience is mutual. Just as you have come to understand our habits, so too have we learned about yours."
"That's right, the Holy See hasn't planned for you to return either," Gunther said with a mysterious smile, not waiting for the Thousand-Eyed Demon to question further, Renata's eyes shone with gold light, and a pair of white light wings emerged from her back.
As the wings unfurled, they transformed from illusion into corporeal feathers.
An angel had descended!
There was no change in the sky or land, nor any grand radiance; there was barely a ripple in the calm breeze and light clouds.