Seraphina watched, standing at Lucifer side.
Her breath had become slightly rough. Her eyes staring down hard as her fingers shook slightly beneath her.
Lucifer raised a brow. "To think after all these thousands of years, you would still be carrying such fear for my dim witted brother."
Lucifer noticed that she was not the only one. Then again, she couldn't be.
Michael had truly scarred all of them. To call him terrifying was a compliment too beneath his station.
Seraphina bowed her head, "Forgive me master... I"
He shushed her with a finger. "Don't worry, it's understandable." One of his wings raised and the black halo around the heads of the fallen angels suddenly brightened, bringing them ease.
Meanwhile, Angel Michael's warhorse slowed before the contract that now separated him from earth.
Its twelve hooves no longer thundered through the void but settled into stillness, suspended in nothingness just a short distance from Earth's defenders.
