Lucy
The fallen one wrapped an arm around her beastly companion, willingly sinking into his embrace as they took off, through the rock and the very earth itself. Into the the heavens themselves they flew, the land rumbling in greeting to their awakening, a great evil ascending, the dragon anew, the three headed beast, six was it's number and and six was it's name, for six thrice over would herald the beginning of the end.
It could already be seen far away in the distance, the end of their journey and the beginning of the journey. It's tall spires a provocation against them, a bastion of faith to stand proud in the face of the beast, but not this day. No, humans were incapable of standing against sin, for sin is what they were.
"The Grand Cethedral of Illuminating Truth."
A voice broke the very foundations of the world to sound the horns of calamity. It was her voice, undoubtedly pure beyond words, yet also more wicked than foulest of demons.
"A more blasphemous name could not be had. There is no truth there, only hypocrisy."
She continued as solemn as ever, like an overly excited child about to unwrap a Christmas gift, incompatible paradoxes yet forever intertwined.
"For the first step to come to fruition, a maiden is required."