I looked at these ten beings of light. They were magnificent, perfect, and yet at that moment I found them uglier than the most hideous demons of the abyss. They spoke of balance and protection, but they only sought to keep their slaves on a leash.
But I knew Alexander. I knew that if I warned him now, he would trigger an immediate war he could not win. Heaven would crush him before he could land a single blow. My mind calculated at a frantic speed, seeking an exit, a flaw in their plans.
'If I accept... I can perhaps influence the course of the raid. I can perhaps save him at the last moment...' it was a tiny hope, a suicidal madness.
Michael took a step forward, his aura of divine fire almost licking my wings. "Loriel. Do you accept this mission for the glory of the Seraphs and the survival of the celestial order?"
