“We can’t fight the reapers,” Orion reminded the pacing angel, “We are direct allies with both primordial deities. If we go against Death’s wishes, all of the aether realm will be destroyed.”

Raphael shook his head, turning and glowering at Orion, “That reaper is corrupting her soul! There has to be something we can do! That bastard is trying to make her so corrupt that she can’t do anything after she dies except become a reaper like him!”

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Orion sighed, scrubbing at his face. Raphael glared at the other angel through the bars of the prison he’d been put in. Reaching out, he once more tried breaking out of the prison.

The metal burned, magic and grace shoving him back.