Rain fell onto the cracked pavement. Hell's and Heaven's forces amassed in the sky, invisible to mortal eyes. There were dragons with thick-veined wings, ridden by nightmarish creatures. Rofocale led an army of the Claimed, and Belial, cloaked in smoke, was a burning wheel on the horizon. Lilith stood behind me, whip at hand, cobras by her feet. Beelzebub was a cloud of biting flies, and Astaroth's skin was painted with blood.
Samael and Asmodeus stood on either side of me, dead silent. We were waiting. Waiting for Raziel to react.
The warehouse door cracked open. A Watcher with a bandaged face – Semyaza – stepped out, guns in both hands. He opened fire. I ducked as a bullet flew straight at my head.
"Now," I said.
Asmodeus and Samael dissipated into smoke. They flooded my lungs, smelling of jasmine and woodsmoke.
