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Angels take to the sky, avoiding the sixer The words angelic pestilence are whispered in the air along with the whoosh of wings

Every winged creature flies off the bridge, away froed ones can get away froht, we huue But we’re certainly not i us by force

‘Penryn!’ Raffe calls to s ‘Jue of the bridge where my mom is Maybe the Watchers can catch her and whoever else is willing to juh away to be safe

An angel who hovers too close to the bridge screa blood tears

Another sixer clie near Moe like everyone else How many of thesefor e

‘And his number is six hundred threescore and six,’ says Uriel froh the panic If he’s surprised by the plague, he’s not showing it

As I near the edge of the bridge, I see more of the bay The bloody seawater is peppered with sixers swi toward us

Two e All around us, et on the bridge

Six hundred sixty-six It’s not just the number tattooed on their foreheads It must be how many of theel just below hi

I wave to Raffe to get away ‘Go!’

Raffe hovers Two of his Watchers grab his ar him up

All around, people run every which way Guns fire Screaraft onto one of the beasts,’ says Uriel to Raffe He’s flying well above us where he has a good view of the slaughter

Sixers pour in froe

We humans back into the center as they luht as well be toothpicks pointed at an ar uish in his eyes as his Watchers hold hirabs the dried fruit hanging off his neck and brings it to his lips

He bites into it

It bursts between his teeth, oozing what looks like thick blood down his lips

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The bitten fruit sht in hell

He looks worse than I res still look like old charred leather, now covered in layers of scars There’s a new chunk h his lips that makes him look like he has two mouths

He leans over to Raffe in midair as the Watchers bristle and form a protective line near Raffe

After that, I can’t watch any around me