Earlier than I might act, a fist of drive grabbed me and pulled, dragging me from the open cage and the angel, then lifting me into the air to dangle. I grabbed the fist I couldn’t see, my mouth working desperately to suck in a breath.

“Put her down,” Tron yelled.

“In the event you insist,” Devil acknowledged, his hand flicking, which, in flip, tossed me. I slid throughout stone, coughing as I might all of the sudden breathe. Whereas I pushed to my toes, Tron charged Devil, as soon as extra glowing. He slammed into the satan, and so they grappled, Tron holding his personal, however the sneer on the satan’s lips had me questioning if he toyed with my lover.

I had to assist, however how? I lacked a good weapon, and I didn’t see my palms doing a lot harm to a man with god powers.

A rattling of the bars had me trying on the angel who stood within the door of her cage, eyeing me, reminding me what she’d tried to convey after we briefly touched.

“Give me the token.” She wished the piece of Zilla buried inside me, a last-minute safety given to me by the cantorii. Getting it out would require some digging into flesh.

Large ouch, however the angel within the cage had been insistent, pushing her message to me so arduous I couldn’t ignore it. I scrambled again to the cage, and as I neared, she prolonged her palms. I clasped them and stared her within the eye as I mentioned, “Take the token. However be fast. I don’t understand how lengthy Tron can maintain him off.”

Fairly than reply, she lifted my arm to her lips, as if she would kiss the flesh.

As a substitute, her tooth sank in.

Chapter 17

Slam. He bounced the satan’s head off the arduous stone ground, to no avail. It did no harm, no shock because the deity he fought turned out to be each God and the satan, a devasting fact. How might they be one and the identical? How had he by no means suspected? Sure, he’d seen one thing rotten inside Elyon, however he’d assumed it an sickness of the thoughts. He’d by no means anticipated Elyon would turn into the personification of evil himself.

Then once more, who higher than the king of lies to perpetrate the largest betrayal of all?

They rolled on the ground, and the satan, together with his lips tilted in a smirk, gave him a flip smacking his head off the bottom. Not that he felt it given he’d conjured a sturdy defend. Forwards and backwards they traded ineffective blows—for now. He might inform the betrayer held again. As soon as he tapped into his energy, Metatron can be completed. He in all probability deserved it, given it turned out he’d by no means been doing good, merely feeding a power-hungry demon.

His sudden dejection led to annoyance from the demon he fought. “I anticipated extra from you. What a waste of potential.”

“It could have helped if we had a powerful chief.” Metatron insulted him proper again.

It hit dwelling. The satan’s nostril huffed smoke, and his eyes burned with baleful malice, however a being of pure evil knew methods to strike. “Says the archangel who’s accountable for handing over what number of flocks to Hell? You deserted 5 planets? Ten? Extra?”

Disgrace burned inside. How had he not questioned his orders? Why did he blindly obey? On the identical time, what else might he have carried out? God spoke; they answered. That they had no means of figuring out they worshipped a lie.

It led to him being enraged, which, in flip, stuffed him with power as he threw himself on the satan. His palms wrapped round a throat that wouldn’t squeeze. Their dueling shields prevented hurt, however that didn’t cease him from making an attempt.

Metatron punched and wrestled and grunted. To no avail. He couldn’t hurt the demon, and he felt his power ebbing as he burned by the suul in his system. His magic… A magic he’d should replenish on Earth, whereas the satan merely pulled it from his unknowing HALO slaves.

A touch of blood within the air had them each stilling of their scuffle.

Francesca!

Metatron shoved away from the satan however didn’t transfer quick sufficient to keep away from the kick that despatched him stumbling and sliding on his knees towards a effervescent lava pit. Digging in, he slowed his momentum and regained his toes. He turned to see what transpired.

Francesca slumped by the angel’s cage, seemingly injured. Whereas he couldn’t inform the extent from right here, he might odor blood. The angel stood outdoors her jail, her mouth smeared in a brilliant moist crimson that chilled him proper by. What had she carried out to Francesca?

The angel held out a clenched fist and stared on the satan who superior on her, not trying so cocky. He tried cajoling. “Get again within the cage, Gaaya.”

Gaaya’s HALO flared brilliant, as did the fist she held out.

“Don’t you dare. It’ll go badly when you do,” the demon threatened as he sprinted the previous couple of steps, squinting because the ring on her head obtained brighter and brighter.

Gaaya misplaced her clean expression to a large smile, which grew as the sunshine from her HALO and fist bathed her in radiance. A burning of his retinas compelled Metatron to look away.

A soundless concussion went by the room, sending a shiver by him and the ground underfoot. Within the distance, a siren went off, and the swimming pools of lava within the room all of the sudden stilled.

Not signal.

On a extra constructive word, the satan all of the sudden ceased his advance and even backpedaled from a stretching Gaaya. She rolled her shoulders and dangled her arms. Tilted her head aspect to aspect earlier than fixing Lucifer with a smile. She glowed, throughout, however as for her HALO? Gone. And that scared the satan.

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