"So, what do we do now?" Sayuri asked. She and the archangels had moved away while Dubhán sang a lullaby to help the refugees relax and catch some sleep. The group had plundered the pantry from the neighboring houses, mixing up a meal to feed them. On their route, they stumbled across many more angels, particularly young ones, who had been hiding during the raid. By now, the group had amassed so many angels they had to spread them over three houses. Thankfully, some volunteered to help out, scavenging for blankets and other everyday items.
Gabriel thought long and hard about the situation. Or at least, that was what the succubus thought. But Uriel knew that look. The way his eyes moved so quickly, it was barely visible. His stiffened body.
