The weapons gleamed with a sickly light, their edges pulsing with the same corrupted essence that oozed from the angel's ruined wing.
Azareel stood behind the women, his hands clenched, his breath still, his silver eyes, flecked with wide with quiet resolve.
"I don't want to hurt him, he has already been hurt enough," he whispered, his voice trembling with empathy, his heart aching for the creature before him.
Nyxsha didn't turn her head, her massive form vibrating with restrained violence, her violet eyes blazing.
"We'll do it for you," she growled, her voice a thunderous rumble that shook the ground, her claws digging into the stone.
BOOM.
The corrupted angel's footstep sent a shudder through the earth, cracking the polished stone like dried bone, a low tremor rattling through the hollow of the Abyss.
A warbled, choking cry echoed in the distance, like the last gasp of a forgotten god, fading into the void with a mournful wail.
