“Halt!”
Gabriel held up his broadsword and smiled when the battalion followed his command. Of course, Gabriel Sinator was born to lead, but he still found it surreal that he was commanding a battalion of angels, and he was going to battle the devil and save the Afterlife.
Earlier in the year, Gabriel's only goal had been to sleep with as many willing women as he could, and get a raise in his monthly allowance. Silently, he thanked God for growth.
“General,” One of the captains who had defected to Gabriel's side after his speech rushed to ask, “What is it?”
Gabriel took his spy glass out of his pockets and peered into it. They were almost in the scorching desert that surrounded hell, and Gabriel didn't want to run into demons. They would quickly alert Beelzebub, and it would kill the su
