Invidian's POV
We murdered an angel. The light left his eyes and travelled into Davian's chest. The shock of the event carries over the few hours it takes to explain what happened to Ascanius and Vanitas.
"Do you even have any idea what you have started?!" Ascanius snaps at me.
I know the answer from his face: a potential war. I keep my eyes downcast as to fake guilt, but the truth is there is very little space in my heart for regret. My eyes follow his shadow beneath him as he stalks around my room. His reflection shows his red irises glowing in rage and he seems to emanate discomfort.
"Calm, brother, the place is aflame. We made sure there wasn't any evidence," Vanitas pitches in from the wall he's leaning against, "And the angel cannot tattle because somehow the reaper absorbed his
