"This is our chance!" one of them said.

"We need to eradicate this abomination! NOW!" they added.

Then, without any hesitation, they all fired various elemental mana streams at her. Two of them were water, surrounded by electricity, 3 were fire, and 1 was a blast of wind, which was boosting the power of the fire.

However, just as they were about to connect, the girl's quartz flashed brightly, and a pillar of brilliant light came crashing down from the sky, stopping the elemental blasts right in their paths.

"What the!?" one of her assailants exclaimed, as the light started to die down, and the shadow of a man could be seen inside the pillar.

When it died down completely, a tall and very well-built man stood between her and the gang. He was wearing a skin-tight white tee-shirt and light blue jeans, as well as short, black work-like boots. He had long blonde hair tied in a ponytail behind his back, and his eyes seemed to pierce all that they saw with a deep amber colour.

And his very presence seemed to imply that judgement was being carried out, silently.

"How about not." he said plainly, though his voice had immense weight to it as well.

Almost instantly, a large and imposing blade appeared in the newcomer's right hand... which then seemed to suck the electricity out of the young female, as well as attracting the rest of the attack.

"Very well." he said, narrowing his eyes.

"It seems you have made your decision." he told them.

"You have been judged under the eyes of the Lord, and have shown your true colours. You are beyond redemption, and I will assume duty as executioner of your fates." he said further.

"What the fucking HELL are you babbling about!?" one of the mob members growled, before charging forward to attack either him or the girl, whomever he reached first.

This was met with a pulse of extremely powerful mana, sending them flying back and landing on their ass.

Before any of them could say anything about that, a pair of imposing white feathered wings extended from behind the man, and he glowered at the group.

"Face your judgement." he said, pointing his sword at them, and causing a white and yellow glowing rune to appear under all of them, trapping them within the circle.

"Hey, don't look at ME!" the 'leader' shot back.

"You could have said 'no', you know!" he told them.

"Why you-" yet another growled, before the man interrupted.

"Silence!" he demanded, which seemed to shut them up. "You can bicker with each other and assign blame in the afterlife." he told them.

He then narrowed his eyes, and looked at them as a group.

"You all make me sick." he said. "It doesn't matter if you believe in these causes yourself, or are paid mercenaries, or whatever. In the end, you all wind up in the same place." he said further, before pausing for a brief moment, and lifting his sword up, pointing the blade downwards.

"YOU ALL END UP IN HELL!" he declared, driving the blade into the ground.

The rune around them then started to glow brightly... before small pillars of pure white light shot up from under all of them, seeming to burn them away to nothing, not even leaving any ashes behind, and the lingering sound of their screams.

Once it was all quiet, he removed the blade, and the rune disappeared, the blade evaporating into light particles, and his wings folding back behind him, but not disappearing yet.

The man turned to face her, before silently extending his hand.

When she grabbed it to help herself to her feet, she felt a sort of light mana course through her. While it wasn't as warm and friendly as others she had managed to summon, there was some to it. But she mostly felt like the energy had a more... violent and brutal history to it. But it DID manage to heal her to the point where she could probably move on her own power now.

The man then helped her to her feet, and sighed.

"Right." he said.

"That felt good." he commented.

"Haven't done a good smiting in a while." he said further with a wry smirk and a dry chuckle.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked her.

"..." the man was silent for a moment, before sighing.

"I'm like the others in many ways, but also vastly different from them, as you say." he said.

"I am a part of an elite attack force." he went on. "Those meant to carry out the wrath and fury of the one above." he continued.

"...my name is Uriel." he then informed her.

"And I... am an Archangel."

Uriel was silent, before raising an eyebrow.

"Eh?" he muttered.

"You don't know?" he asked.

Aimee was silent, causing him to sigh.

"Right then." he said.

"Before I answer, let me ask you something." he went on. "You obviously know you're a necromancer, but do you know anything about alignment?" he asked her.

"Mana-wise, that is." he then added.

"Yeeeeah..." the angel muttered, scratching the back of his head.

"See... alignment is something that not everyone has, but it... well... hm." he muttered further, thinking about it again and pausing for another moment.

"Mana can be neutral, pure, or tainted." he then said.

"Tainted leans toward using the darkness of the world, while pure draws from the light side of it." he continued.

"A necromancer usually has tainted mana, meaning they can tap into the world of... and summon... demons." he went on.

"You, on the other hand, seem to have pure mana, meaning you actually tap into the world of angels." he then informed her. "Quite rare for a necromancer."

"Yeah." Uriel replied.

".....get home safe." he told her, after a pause.

"Seriously, this is a shadier part of town. Get home where it's safe." he said.

Again, he paused for a moment, before sighing yet again.

"...I'll escort you." he mumbled.

"I get the feeling there might be more shady people around."

As she walked, Aimee felt an immense sense of security. Almost like, no matter what came her way, nothing could harm her... all because of the one walking behind her.

Even a few people she noticed eyeing her as prey... mostly suspicious and sketchy-looking people near alleys... didn't dare make a move on her.

"...hmph." Uriel muttered to himself.

"Lowlifes." he mumbled under his breath.

"Yeah, that's why they were targeting you." he then told Aimee.

"Guess they saw a pure-aligned necromancer as 'unnatural'." he grumbled.

Uriel made note of Aimee's coughing, but didn't say anything until she asked her question.

"Plenty." he told her.

"I do whatever I can to come down here." he said.

"Beats being up THERE with my 'brothers'." he growled, looking skyward, before clearing his throat a little.

"You didn't hear that." he muttered.

"Regardless, I am not opposed to this plane." he confirmed.

"But I rarely get the chance to sneak away."