“What the fuck was that? Why are we running?” Mason shouted out to me.

“They’re here.” I whispered to him.

I could hear Azael bellowing from the landing, so I looked around, and saw him ascend above us. He screeched up into the air. The sound that came out of him was demonic, sending a shiver down my spine. As I watched him, the light that was shooting out from his eyes and mouth, wasn't like our brilliant white light, it was a deep blood red instead. His huge ashen gray wings fanned out, and I was shocked to see that all of his feathers were chard. I glanced back...