Manifestation - Part 3 - Evelyn's Ascension

Evelyn, fourteen years of age, followed the bishop as he led her through the halls of the Holy Cathedral. She gaped in awe at the majestic splendour of the serene halls, the intricate carvings of the history of Rursus on a length of wall, the impressive tapestries depicting scenes of blessing, exorcism and more.

She was to become a paladin of the Light.

Months ago, she had told her decision to Carolyn, who wholeheartedly supported it. And so, with the connections she had, Carolyn had made an application and promptly enrolled Evelyn in the training courses. And so Evelyn had underwent rigorous training in prayers, combat with a whip, and the various disciplines - healing, blessing and more - of the priesthood. She had trained well, and had progressed faster than most other paladins.

She knelt before the archbishop, who smiled benevolently at her, a large tome before him on a plinth. He began to intone the blessings of the Light, and all present - Carolyn, as well as many other soul warriors - felt the soothing touch of the holy presence. Even those of the Union, Shadow-cursed though they were previously, were blessed by the Light. Such was the forgiving nature of the Light, as even those who were damned were forgiven for their past sins as they worked to atone for them.

Before she knew it, the rituals were over. The crowd cheered, and her new brothers- and sisters-in-arms gathered up to her in a rough embrace. But suddenly, they cried in surprise and fell back as one, as Evelyn's ceremonial robes shifted, as if twin appendages were beginning to grow out of her back.

Great, white, feathery, expansive wings sprouted out of her back, a portent of divinity. The crowd gave a collective gasp, and Evelyn fainted dead away at the first glimpse of the wings.
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Evelyn woke to the warm sunlight upon her face, warm, soothing...and holy?

She sat up and looked around. She was on, of all places, the apex of an incredibly tall mountain, so high that when she looked over the edge, she saw huge clouds so far below they were like the wools of sheep.

Then she felt a presence behind her. Whirling around, she was stunned by the bright aura of a being seemingly composed entirely of Light.

You are destined to be a legend, daughter of summonist and death knight, The radiant being uttered. Evelyn could only gape at the Light creature. Your sister, also. But your paths intertwine although your callings differ enormously. But you will be strong, and prevail against the Shadow. With that, the being waved its hand, and Evelyn woke up in the real world.

'A...dream?' she muttered. Glancing at her mother bending over her, she asked:

'When are you going to tell me I have a sister?'
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Scarlet was evolved into a part demon, part human hybrid by her blooding ritual to become a demon stalker.

Evelyn was enhanced into an archangel by her ascension to the paladin ranks.

A coincidence, was it? It was far more extraordinary than first imagined...