[Call it vanity that Manadel doesn't appear to Father Emmanuel in person now that he's fallen. If he takes the form of a dream vision, he can still sport gleaming armor and spread his magnificent wings instead of staggering up to this priest as a broken, confused, mutilated shadow of his former self with the smell of hellbeasts still on his skin. Who would continue to take counsel from such an angel? And Manadel suspects that Emmanuel may be the only priest willing to hear and accept his news, given his rather unorthodox take on their faith, so presentation matters.
Emmanuel will awaken within his sleep to a susurration of feathers shifting as Manadel draws him into the vision. He stands in a corridor of golden light that leads down to a pinpoint of darkness at its end; that pinpoint seems to grow larger in tiny increments as they speak despite the fact that they're not in motion, giving the impression of a sluggish but steadily encroaching void.]
My child, a heavy shadow of doubt burdens your heart and mind.
gasp i lied
Emmanuel will awaken within his sleep to a susurration of feathers shifting as Manadel draws him into the vision. He stands in a corridor of golden light that leads down to a pinpoint of darkness at its end; that pinpoint seems to grow larger in tiny increments as they speak despite the fact that they're not in motion, giving the impression of a sluggish but steadily encroaching void.]
My child, a heavy shadow of doubt burdens your heart and mind.