The name spread like wildfire across every network.

Azrael.

Not "the Forsaken Flame"—that had been title, symbol, metaphor. This was identity. Actual name that predated the fall, the rebellion, the millennia of exile. The freed seraph's final words had been broadcast to millions, recorded on thousands of devices, echoed across every platform where humanity discussed theological warfare.

Within an hour, it had reached everywhere that mattered.

Within two, both realms responded with ...