“Raziel.” The stranger replied. “Your true father.”
“You expect me to believe that?” Cora asked.
Her eyes were starting to adjust to the continuing bombardment of celestial power and the city was starting to take shape again around her. And the sight was not a pleasant one.
“This isn’t the time or place for this discussion.” The Archangel Raziel said. “This city is being purged to stop what you let in from spreading. These things don’t die easily.” The creatures seemed to have stopped their rampage. The angels seemed to actually be winning. “But if we can’t manage to close that tear it’ll be pointless. Don’t be concerned though, we’ve done this before.”
“What exactly are they?” Cora asked. “And what is it? What is that thing?”
“You don’t need to or want to know that.” Raziel repli
