Chapter 107 - Concrete Angel

"Go rot in Tartarus!" Samael laughed, shooting flame from his palm and incinerating the onslaught. They shrieked as their ashes were whipped away by the roaring gales. "Now, to deal with you, rapist," he said venomously, turning to Metatron. He murmured darkly and Metatron's bonds constricted, slicing him to slabs of rotten meat. Metatron struggled to reform, but Samael caught the gored slices of his head and crushed them to a bloody pulp.