He was angry and his blood screamed for release. He had to kill something... Moloch was going too far with his playthings.
He tapped his foot on the elevator floor, this was getting on his nerves, why can't he just focus on the present like Gadrial and her death.
The gates of Heaven was still closed to them, he didn't regret killing the Creator. He just regretted the fact that they couldn't enter the kingdom anymore.
He wondered what was happening there with no one to guide them? Then there was the fact that heaven wasn't rallying forces for the battle. The fallen were already moving against them.
He couldn't argue he lived for battle, he lived for killing things. Most of all he loved to make Gadrial's life hell, every time he hears her name he was instantly angry.
Now he will be forced to work with her mortal body to Moloch's delight but hopefully, he would be able to find his sword to cur of her pretty head.
