Hidden under the guise of an old man, the archangel Metatron saw the man he had led to this neighborhood emerge from the alley where the three angels had joined him. Concluding that they had failed in their task, he waited for a few moments before entering between the two buildings himself. They all lay against a wall, wounded, defeated, but still alive. Three primordial angels, soldiers of the Celestial Choirs, invisible architects of History, and yet they had failed to overcome their opponent, not even inflicting an injury. However, Metatron's anger did not rival the pity he felt for them. Their failure could not be known to the Silver City, and it would not be: a rod of light appeared in the palm of his hand, an instant before he plunged it into Manakel's chest. His gesture surprised Rehael, barely emerging from unconsciousness and whose injuries hindered escape. Metatron joined the crawling angel and finished him off by impaling him on the ground. He prepared to finish his task when a voice called out to him, ordering him not to move. Having no intention of obeying, he faced three police officers whose weapons were aimed in his direction. Since humans posed no threat, he wondered about the course of events now that he had been spotted. The insistence of the calls to make him drop his weapon finally decided him: the demise of three unfortunate souls would not alter their plans. It would be different with the spread of the story of the appearance of a celestial being. However, Metatron abhorred the idea that an archangel stooped to such a task: so he took on the appearance of the enemy who had eluded them. The surprise that his metamorphosis caused the humans proved fatal for them: he needed only one step to reach them and one circular motion of his sword to detach their heads from their respective bodies.

Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site.

Relieved of the nuisances, Metatron returned to execute Veuliah, piercing her heart without waking her up. He then observed the surroundings, convinced that a fourth celestial soldier had been deployed. This one arrived at that exact moment in the street at a hurried pace and froze in front of the scene. The archangel's otherwise adamantine resolution shattered the moment he discovered the features of the newcomer. He was incapable of killing his student, and he preferred to flee into the darkness of the night.