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“This is not what the Fathers intended!” Cosmontai shouted. The fire in his eyes flashed.
“You need to surrender here and now and tell us what you did to Ianna!”
“You would stand against your master? Harvion put you under my command, boy.”
Samael glared down at him.
“You were barely my master, Samael. You undid what little work I have done in my
short life in this reality. I pledge to stop this destruction,” Cosmontai growled under his breath.
“How were you even capable of this?” Mikal asked. “The Sword is capable of great
destruction but concentrated. This…this is just rabid, wanton waste.”
“My son’s first work,” Samael spread his arms out and his wings spread also, showing
off a blackening hue in their glory.
“Son?” Inanis noticed the pendant of Ianna glowing in his hand. His eyes flashed a
seething dark light. “Did you end her?! Did you kill her?!” he leaped at the Angel of Death, who
swatted him away with a cracking backhand.
“Your sister still breathes. Barely. I took what I needed from her and now Life, Light, and
Death are all mine to command. I will do what Harvion could not! Behold the Life I can make.”
Scarlet volcanoes opened behind Samael and the shadows themselves came to life as Timorum
loomed above them. His wings and body cast a shadow over the trio and a cloud of ash. Smoke
poured from his mouth and eyes encasing them in. “My son Timorum, my Night Fyre.” Mikal
and Inanis took a defensive stance and Cosmontai raised his staff at the ready.
“Abomination,” Inanis hissed. “You have formed this of corrupted life. It stinks of death
and rot. How dare you poison and warp the gift granted to my sister!”
“You scum were never worthy of this power! Timorum, vanquish this rat of Apollion!
The first to fall are the dark children that will serve as the foundation of my new order!” Samael