Macaroth decided to retreat to the monastery's library to learn more about this world and its people, even given that the collective knowledge stolen from the monks was indeed vast he knew that there was undoubtedly more to be had. He sat down by the window taking several tomes off the shelves about the saint he had now disguised himself as, trying to become more like his new persona, more convincing that is. He had also changed into more comfortable clothing rather than armor helping himself from the monks stores, still he kept his Devourer blade close to him. Were it to fall into the wrong hands it could spell doom for him.

He read the first volume of the saints biography and got an idea for a new minion, a very powerful one. He retreated to his sanctum to begin its blueprint. A man apparently but with wings sprouting from their backs ashen in color, like the ones in the book that pictured the saints connection to divinity, well he would make them come alive. They would be his Warrior minions, Angels. So he set to work on them leaving the minions and serfs to their own devices.