The Archangel Loriel felt her heart break... Every pulse of Alexander's aura, which she perceived through their lovers' bond, was nothing more than a cry of agony and pure hatred. She could not resolve to let him die like this, betrayed by his own and condemned by his own. Ignoring Michael's orders, she deployed her silver wings and cleaved through the ash-saturated air, heading toward the epicenter of the chaos.
When she touched the vitrified ground, the vision that presented itself to her was apocalyptic... Alexander Sulyvhan was no longer the man she loved; he had become an unleashed force of nature, a singularity of darkness and liquid silver. The Eclipse tattoo on his back burned with such intense glow that it seemed to consume his own skin, marking his status as a being cursed by the angels and banished from hell. His eyes, once a protective steel gray, were now wells of black void.
"Alexander! Stop!" she cried, her voice struggling to pierce the hiss of the aura.
