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‘You el,’ says the Pit lord ‘But ht now They all saw us fighting in the sky’

‘They won’t be here in time to save you,’ says Cyclone

The Pit lordover dead leaves ‘But if you take the ti away, the other lords will kill you,’ says the Pit lord ‘So we have a deadlock’

He sweeps his burned and sputtering wings forward, then back, as if trying theround ‘I find that I’s’

He looks over at Raffe’s wings, which are y ones ‘Yours are quite nice A Pit lord with a set of archangel wings would be both respected and feared There would be much speculation about how he cahs

‘Think on it No angel becoel without ambition Ambition sometimes requires deceit Sometimes, it requires an army I can offer both’

‘Deceit can be found everywhere,’ says Raffe ‘And it’s freely given’

‘But an ar I have several for rent For the right price Interested?’

‘Not forthose fro else I ht want one day’ The Pit lord looks pointedly atI can provide in exchange for’ – he shrugs – ‘so I want, just bite into this’

He tosses a s Raffe doesn’t bother to catch it, and it lands at his feet It looks like a strung-up dried apple Dark and wrinkly I’ of starvation

‘When you bite into it, it’ll bring me to wherever you are so we can talk details,’ says the Pit lord as he climbs onto his chariot

Cyclone takes a step toward the chariot The Pit lord’s hellions and Consumed bare their teeth at hiht’

‘He’s only offering a bargain to save face,’ says Cyclone ‘He won’t win this, and he knows it’

‘Neither e’ Raffe nods to the sky Three chariots fly toward us Behind them is a cloud of hellions

The Pit lord in front of us cracks his whip at the angels harnessed to his chariot The Consuels, who are drenched with bloody sweat trickling down their hard bodies They take off into the air

As soon as the chariot is on its way, the Watchers circle Flyer, who is lying on the ground His back is clearly broken, by the look of the unnatural bend of his body

His head shifts back and forth on the ground, so I assu

His neck tears, bubbling blood

I junaw out froh A Consues fro I could wipe out what I just saw Frorab a rock and hoist it above his head Then I hear a wet crunch

Everyone’s shoulders seeet us out of here, Commander,’ says Haith heavy sadness in his voice ‘This isn’t hoere meant to die’