Archangel Raguel, Sixth Prince Of Heaven, drew its sword. “I
am His Justice,” It spoke in a voice that carried the unyielding power of the
first Flood. “Washed in sin, by what
right do you summon me? Are you a Prince of Rome? A Caliph? A particularly holy
Rabbi?”
“I’m from the Maryville School for Boys. Class of 82.”
Raguel dropped its blade, afraid to meet the man’s unblinking gaze. The man effortlessly caught the sword that would cleave the seals of Revelation, and placed the point against the angel’s throat.
“I’m from the Maryville School for Boys. Class of 82.”
Raguel dropped its blade, afraid to meet the man’s unblinking gaze. The man effortlessly caught the sword that would cleave the seals of Revelation, and placed the point against the angel’s throat.
“Tell your boss, his children would like a word.”
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