Heaven could feel the hands that held her firmly before, now shaking as they released her. The guests at the party vanished out of fear and no one was left except for Louis and his men.
The ones holding Zarin released him as well. They all fell to their knees with a simple gesture from Zamiel, who still held Louis' neck.
Blood seeped from the wounds caused by his claws and his pale face soon turned ashy.
"What do you want me to do with him?" Zamiel asked Heaven.
Heaven got up on her feet. She looked at Louis' terrified and pained expression.
"Don't kill him." She said.
She did not want him to stain his hands with blood because of her, but would he listen? The rage in his eyes was something she had never seen before. It looked like he could cause storms and make lightening strike.
"Alright then." He said simply and then tore his head from his body.
