Angelfall

“My friends call me Wrath,” says Raffe. “My enemies call me Please Have Mercy.

A woman screams in absolute hysterics. Something about it makes me think of my mother.

Then I see the woman who is screaming. Of course, she is my mother

A woman screams in absolute hysterics. Something about it makes me think of my mother.

Then I see the woman who is screaming. Of course, she is my mother.

A woman screams in absolute hysterics. Something about it makes me think of my mother.

Then I see the woman who is screaming. Of course, she is my mother.

A woman screams in absolute hysterics. Something about it makes me think of my mother.

Then I see the woman who is screaming. Of course, she is my mother.

“Why didn’t you run like I told you?” He whispers against my hair. “I knew from the start that your loyalty would get you killed

You don’t even like me, remember?” That’s what I try to say. What actually comes out of my mouth is closer to a baby’s first attempt at babbling

What games are you playing, Beliel?

Careful with that, archangel,” says the giant as he stalks toward Raffe. He says the word “archangel” with much venom.

I recognize his voice. It is the voice of the Night Angel who cut off Raffe’s wings the night we met.

The Resistance has started their attack