I took another step forward, and this time none of them tried to speak.
"Eleven of you left," I said quietly, letting frost spread further across the chamber floor. "I wonder how long each of you will last."
"W-wait, we can negotiate—" one of them started.
I moved.
Swish!
The first angel didn't even have time to finish its sentence before I was in front of it, Midnight pressed against its chest just hard enough to draw a thin line of blood through its robes.
"Negotiate?" I repeated, almost laughing.
"You offered me servitude or slow destruction. Now I'm offering you something similar. Except I'm not giving you a choice."
I grabbed one of its wings with my free hand, feeling the mixture of golden feathers and that corrupted dark substance under my fingers.
"Let's start with these."
RIIIIIIIP!
I tore the first wing off entirely, ripping it from the base where it connected to the angel's back.
