"Father," the angel controlling the pond spoke up, "Will you be stepping in?"
It was quiet in the private gardens of God's, as all present waited for an answer from their father.
"Where is Raphael?" He questioned not removing his eyes from the battle below.
His children, so many have died and those who have not been eaten by the demon, their souls returned to nesting. His heart hurt for them, yet he knew in advance that this was what would occur. It was inevitable. In war, there will be death.
The cycle must repeat, yet… this one… this war was unlike any other. To think Morningstar had been killed was shocking, even to the all-knowing God himself. Samael, the one chosen to be the antagonist this time, was stronger than he should be. It should not take all these death, all these struggle to stop him.
