"Father, with you here we, your vassals, can finally have a moment of peace from those vile creatures who embraced the darkness ignoring the light." Israfel looked incredibly relieved as he uttered these words.
In fact, they were all looking at God with awe, fanaticism, and above all; eyes shining with infinite hope.
This was their God! The God they had always revered and fought for, prayed to, and worshipped!
Medes sighed in his heart as he saw the faces of the people before him. It was at times like these that he always experienced a little headache as it was difficult to explain some matters.
Fortunately for Medes, he was not alone.
The archangel Gabriel stepped forward, and in a soft and gentle voice, remarked, "I'm afraid His Grace would not be able to kill those demons."
