Michael
We stood there, in the cold of the night, as London's fog wrapped around us like a dying beast.
Isaac was gone.
But his words echoed in my mind.
"Lumen Dei is dead."
He didn't believe in us. He didn't believe in our mission.
But that didn't matter.
Because we had no other choice.
Raphael
"We'll find him again."
Gabriel looked at me. "And then?"
I gripped my lance tighter. My body still ached from the last defeat, but I ignored it.
"Then we do whatever it takes."
Michael nodded slowly. "If he thinks we're worthless, then we'll prove we're willing to be treated like dirt."
Gabriel was silent for a moment. Then he took a deep breath.
"We do what we must."
And so it was decided.
Gabriel
Isaac Crowe wanted to get rid of us.
But we wouldn't let him rest.
We followed his tracks through the city, questioned the lowest of the low, searched for any clue. And after two days, we found him again.
Or rather, he let himself be found.
He was sitting in an abandoned warehouse, as if he had been expecting us.
"I thought I told you that you were going to die."
His voice was as calm as ever.
Michael stepped forward. "Then teach us before we do."
Isaac raised an eyebrow. "You don't understand. You're not ready."
Raphael chuckled bitterly. "And what would you do if you were in our place?"
Isaac studied us. Then he simply said:
"Give up."
Raphael
"Then fuck your opinion."
Gabriel shot me a sharp look, but I ignored it. I was angry. Angry at him, at myself, at the entire damn world.
"If you think we're worthless, then make us better."
Isaac slowly stood up. I could see him analyzing us once more.
Then he said quietly:
"You want to be my students?"
Gabriel nodded. "Yes."
Isaac scoffed. "Then you will suffer."