Godly or not, Uriel was determined to end this
conflict. “Go, my champion. Be prepared for
anything. Find her weakness and exploit it.”
“I shall not fail, my lord.”
Uriel’s champion was much smaller than Ramiel’s
and was armed with only a golden scepter with a
large diamond ornament radiating arcane power.
His ivory wings protruded from the back of his
golden robes as he stepped forward to face
The angel wasted no time with formalities or
chivalry. He pointed his scepter at her and fired a
massive beam of blinding light.
She merely stood in place. Her hand deflected
Heaven’s magic as if she was shading her eyes
from a gentle ray of sunlight.
Focusing more power into his scepter, the angel
fired again, releasing a larger beam that tore at
the ground along its path.
Again her hand blocked the angel’s onslaught
without so much as moving an inch.
Uriel’s champion was weakened; he had expended
most of his energy on that last spell. “It’s not…
possible!” he breathed, trying desperately to
Zafira was not about to give him the chance.
She teleported to the hobbled angel and swiftly
kicked the scepter from his grasp. Her hand
grabbed his neck and she raised him over her
head. The angel vainly struggled to free himself
from her grip, a grip which not only deprived him
of air but also drained him of all energy. He
flapped his wings in hope of escape into the sky.
But she would not budge; she seemed firmly
anchored to the ground.
She relished in the angel’s agony, her cold eyes
peering into his as each trickle of life escaped his
Her strangulating hold around his throat
eventually won. His complexion turned dark. His
body went limp. With a triumphant smile she
shucked the angel’s lifeless body off to the side
like he was nothing but litter.
“Hahaha!” Asmodeus boasted. “You angels are
worthless against her! Once she hs finished your
last champion, she will be coming for you, Uriel!”
“You dare threaten us beyond the terms of our
“I do indeed! Let me show you how serious I am!”
The arch-demon turned his gaze toward Zafira
and nodded. Zafira bowed her head in
acknowledgment of his command and created a
small dimensional portal above her head. Her
hand reached inside and extracted a sword with a
twisted crimson blade.
Cole recognized that sword. It was the one
hanging on a pedestal in Zafira’s lair. The one
“Ragnarok!?” Uriel shouted as the other angels
took a step backward. “Have you gone mad?!
That cursed blade was never meant to be wielded
by anyone! It could destroy reality itself if its
power is ever released! All of existence would
become non-existence, don’t you see that?!”
A female angel of stunning beauty put her hand
on Uriel’s shoulder. “Do not let him get to you,
Uriel. I sense something… off about that
succubus. Do you not sense it too?”
Uriel contemplated her words and focused his
thoughts on the demon who could be their
demise. “Its… faint. Do you know what that is,
The Aspect of Love smiled. “I do. I think I know
how to handle this. Allow my champion to fight.”
“Very well. Our fate is in your hands.”
An angel stepped forward, prepared for battle.
“Not you,” Sophia dismissed the hulking angel.
She pointed to a younger angel standing behind
the rest. His sword and shield looked to be made
of sparkling diamond. He adjusted his armaments
and stepped forward.
Simon? No. But he certainly looked like Simon,
except for the scar that ran across his left eye.
Wait — that was Christoph, Simon’s twin brother
who was killed by demons! His soul must have
evolved into an angel after his death!
Christoph the angel walked to the battlefield. His
sword was drawn and his shield steady. “Have at
The sinister smile Zafira had worn all this time
disappeared. Something stirred inside her,
momentarily diverting her attention.
To Be Continued