Gabriel's face twisted into a deep frown, white fire in his wings flickering erratically as he stared down at the unconscious little girl being carried off the field by her father. Anger simmered in his eyes—cold, celestial fury.
A single loss? To a child? It was unthinkable.
Heaven's host shifted uneasily behind him, golden auras dimming just a fraction in shared disbelief.
But more was yet to come. Far more. What followed would etch itself into the annals of cosmic history as Heaven's greatest embarrassment since the Fall.
Father Black called forth the next champion for the lesser demon rank's second bout: a wiry boy of twelve, named Jax, with freckles and a mop of red hair.
Shadow runes curled faintly on his forearms, visible only when he flexed.
"Shadow runes again?" Gabriel was shocked. But Father black chuckled. Of course he did not say it was because Lenny was the one that did all this in secret.
