The divine spear burned through Azrael's chest like molten starlight, its blade designed not just to wound but to unmake—to systematically erase his existence from the fabric of creation itself. Each heartbeat sent waves of unraveling through his system, divine fire racing along his nerves as Uriel's weapon did exactly what it had been forged to do.

Around him, the angelic legion watched with satisfaction as their ancient enemy finally faced judgment. The mortal soldiers pressed ...