[ WP ] There are rituals that summon demons . Why are there no rituals that summon angels ?

`` Vanishing,'' her hands cup the light, the fire dancing in her eyes. `` They are all vanishing.'' 
 
 She smiles at me, but too much effort can be seen in her face. She's tired. We all are. 
 
 Time passes as the moon moves through the clouds. Yuri sighs, curling his fingers through his beard. We both wait for Anna to continue, but she just stares into the fire, saying nothing. 
 
 I lean forward. `` Why are the angels dying?'' 
 
 Anna smiles again, her eyes meeting mine. Her pained look. Feigned ease masking despair. `` I do n't know.'' 
 
 Anna Sokolov is known as the Harbinger, the Merciful Rain, the Commandant of the Archangels. An officer in her own right, she is seen as less of a soldier and more as a superweapon. Within her flows the blood of a harken, a conjurer of angels. 
 
 I have seen the Harbinger repel an Asmodean ambush in a blaze of light and fire. I've seen her descend upon strongholds, the wings of her angels radiant against the evening sky. Seeing her take the field swelled my heart and filled me with hope. 
 
 The look on Anna's face somehow makes the wind colder. 
 
 `` I do n't know.'' She repeats, and her eyes trail away from mine. `` But they're leaving.'' Anna watches as the winter winds play with the fire. But they're leaving me. 
 
 Harkens have always spoke to angels. They do not know what it is like to sleep alone, to be without the presence. To them, angels are siblings, older brothers and sisters who have been with them since the beginning. 
 
 And now Anna is alone, with no one but the last of the regiment to keep her company. 
 
 Yuri shivers, takes another drink to numb himself against the cold. I study the lines on his face. A man in his late thirties with the footsoldier sigil on his arm. I have always avoided him; something about his stature, his silence, drew me in any direction but his. 
 
 Strange we are the only survivors. Strange that I survived all. 
 
 `` I heard news from the men in the valley,'' Yuri breaks the silence as he adds another log to the fire. `` They're stranded. Said their harken was killed. That his angles never came.'' 
 
 He brings his flasket to his lips and empties it, brushing the moisture from his lips. `` Without angels you have to pay with men. And against Asodeans, the price is very, very high.'' 
 
 `` So they wo n't be coming to get us?'' 
 
 Yuri frowns at me and I look away, worried that he can see the fear on my face. `` No,'' Yuri continues, `` They will not move to finish the maneuver. Ulus-kert remains devil territory.'' 
 
 I look at Anna. A pause, and then she reaches into her coat. Her hand comes out enclosed over something. She clasps it, her knuckles white. A second passes, and she lunges, the fire licking her fingers as she thrusts the object into the fire. I widen my eyes to catch a glimpse of what it was, but in an instant it is nothing more than the kindling beside it. 
 
 Anna leans back, her head resting on the cold ground below her. `` Kill the fire,'' She pulls her coat tight and turns on her side. `` We need to hide in the dark.'' 
 
 

