Prologue

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Sandalphon grinned wickedly as he peered over Uriel's shoulder at the quaint cottage before them. He glanced over at Lilith and Satan and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. He hadn't witnessed a good mauling in a long time and was anxious to watch the Devourer rip the Abomination to shreds.

The traitors and their blasphemous spawn needed to be made examples of.

Despite Satan being ravaged by holy fire, his skin now a sickly gray with pulsing orange veins; he was still a formidable warrior. Sandalphon bit back the urge to giggle gleefully once Lucifer morphed into the form of a red horned beast. Oh how he missed a good mauling.....

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