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For a while, I’m lost in the screams and sprays of blood from the massacre Bullets fly everywhere, but I don’t have tiet hit by a stray as I slash at a sixer’s head with everything I’ve got

The screahtered But there’s so about the pitch that sounds inhuets hit with three whip heads

I have to blink toAre those the Consu to see what’s going on

Under the spotlights, the shiny sea is covered with the Consue on the sixers that are still in the water

Heads shoot up out of the water, screa out in front of them

Their teeth latch onto the sixer in front oftheir way in

The sixer writhes in pain, trying to scrape off the heads More land on its shoulder and burrow

Everywhere, the sixers are being attacked by whip heads They’re ignoring the people around them as we huddle in the center

I look up The Pit lord with the charred wings looks down at us with a satisfied look on his face He’s very pleased with himself

Beside him, Raffe watches me I can’t read his expression What did he do to ht?’ he shouts

I nod I’m covered in blood and cut up, but I can’t even feel the pain, not with all this adrenaline flowing throughtheir way out of the sixers The sixers’ living heads are being chewed off and are thudding to the concrete In their place, the whip heads sprout, taking over the bodies

Their screahter Mad Intense Gleeful

The possessed sixers lue and into the water

It occurs to me that if the real apocalypse ever starts, these Consuht come back from the bloody sea as the real beasts of the apocalypse

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‘A pair of archangel wings and a new army,’ says the Pit lord

‘What have you done?’ Uriel flies over to Raffe ‘Do you kno hard--’

Raffe whips his sword across Uriel with intense fury Uriel barely ets hurled by the force of Raffe’s blow

Uriel tuers up, bleeding and holding his shoulder It looks crushed Before he can regain balance, a crowd of people rush hi about her children Then another comes and kicks him ‘That’s for my Nancy’ She kicks Uriel harder ‘That’s for little Joe’

Another person juins plucking his feathers After that, Uriel disappears under a ry humans

Feathers fly Blood spurts Knives slash up and down in the spotlights as ar else has stopped – the hting, and the Consulow of the spotlights beaels look confused, unsure of what to do next Maybe if Uriel’s supporters had actually been loyal and cared about hi him because of what he could do for them, maybe they would risk theels can ins to disband