Gabryl had voiced a different opinion of what was to be done concerning the purification…. “Or all the realms will be nothing but ash.” “We had better find out,” Mykial snapped.

“That is your solution? A cage? How can you cage a force of destruction?” Gabryl, who had been silent for some time, eyed Mykial. The air began to burn, and a feeling of suffocation washed over them as the tempest grew ever closer. “We cannot kill him, Mykial,” Rafyel said, gray eyes wide, locked on the black storm clouds and blinding lightning that sped toward them. His jaw was set in stubbornness, but his black wings fluttered with anxiety. “Let him.” Lucifr might have sneered, but even his pride could not hide his own fear. “He’s coming,” Uryal said, her gleaming violet eyes dark with terror. What had begun as an act of purification would end in a mass slaughter of angels if they didn’t do something to stop the black colossus heading their way. He also couldn’t deny that they had brought this doom down upon themselves and their people. Mykial stared at his four companions and knew none of them would survive this fight. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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On Wings of Thunder by M.D. Grimm