They repeat the process over… and over… and over again. My very soul hurts, feeling every surge of magic as it’s mutated and transformed by the power of the heavens.
Just when I feel like I can’t handle any more, they start over again. Just when I feel like my throat is too raw to scream once more, another one escapes my lips.
It feels like it’s never going to end.
But then, Gabriel gently places a hand on my tear-stained cheek and leans close. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “This is the last part, and the most painful. Are you ready?”
I whimper softly, but manage to nod. I clamp my teeth together and clench my fists, bracing myself for another piercing stab of the blade.
But it doesn’t come.
“The Angels’ kiss,” Gabriel explains in a regretful voice.
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