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roses,” Sampson said. “We gotta get outta here now!” In
near-perfect synchronization, the two angels’ wings burst from the
base of their necks and majestically spread into a V. They leapt
high into the air and powered away from the earth in a burst of
light, harnessing the energy of the full moon.
    But they were too late.
    The attack came from above and the impact was
mind-numbing, like a sledge hammer to the head. One angel collided
with Gabriel and another slammed into Sampson. Three or four more
angel attackers piled onto each of them, swiftly tying their wings
together with glowing ropes, rendering them useless. Their arms
were also bound behind their backs before the squad of angels
carried them back to the earth.
    Knowing they would both be put to death,
Gabriel and Sampson fought like cornered animals, but with only the
use of their legs, they were no match for the strong angels, and
were quickly wrestled to the ground and subdued.
    “You’re gonna pay for this one,” the leader
of the group sneered. He was young, probably no older than Gabriel,
and athletic-looking—Gabriel could see his lean, sinewy muscles
straining through his shirt. His mouth formed a snarl.
    Sampson gritted his teeth and said, “You’ll
get what’s coming to you, Lucas.”
    Somehow Lucas’s mouth widened into a smile
while maintaining the snarl. He laughed, deep and throaty. “Now
that’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in my entire life. I am going
to build my career off of the back of your mistakes, Sampson, and
the mistakes of Gabby here.” He turned to Gabriel. “You would’ve
been a star, but instead you’re a dead man, and I’m the rising
star.”
    Gabriel stared at him, unspeaking.
    Lucas was about to unload another threat when
Gabriel saw a flash of fire come from the side, barely within the
spectrum of his peripheral vision. Lucas’s reflexes were up to the
challenge; in less than a second, he was wielding a dazzlingly
bright sword, raising it swiftly to thwart off the incoming attack.
Despite the speed of his defense, Lucas was thrown back by the
deafening metal-on-metal impact of the fiery sword against his
own.
    Moments later, there were a dozen bursts of
fire around the group, as the demon special-attack force surrounded
them, brandishing flaming swords and shields. The angels moved into
formation to prevent their captives from being rescued—their
brilliant swords lit up in response to the attack. With a yell of
“Attack!” from one of the demons, probably the mission leader, the
battle began. The clash of swords sounded like thunder in the night
and, for someone watching from the distance, it would have looked
like a small fireworks display.
    The angels were mercilessly outnumbered and
during the hand-to-hand combat one of the demons was able to slip
through their defenses and slash the ropes away from Gabriel and
Sampson. They were free, again.
    Sampson immediately drew his sword, but the
demon that had freed them said, “This is not your fight, I will get
you out of here.”
    Seeing the wisdom in this, Sampson replied,
“Okay. Gabriel, get over here.”
    Gabriel was gazing at the battle, debating
whether to jump into the fray, despite not having a weapon other
than his bare hands. “Give me your sword, Sampson,” he
commanded.
    “Gabriel, there will be a time and a place to
get your revenge. But now we must escape.”
    Gabriel watched as Lucas struck down the
demon he was fighting. He thrust his sword directly into the heart
of his struggling victim. With a look of pure hatred, he stared at
Gabriel and pointed his sword at him. For Gabriel, retreating from
a fight with Lucas was the hardest thing he had ever had to do in
his life. Every instinct was telling him to destroy the rival
angel, but instead he listened to his friend, who had risked his
life to help him escape.
    Just before Gabriel was teleported from the
battle, he saw Lucas raise his arm and slash his thumb across his
neck. Gabriel