Wolfs Right
And you can deal with an angel.
Andras had never fought with such a thirst for victory, grabbing the angel by the collar of his snow-white shirt, pulling him towards himself, dragging him into Purgatory - depriving him of his strength. Now they were equal. The demon spun, intercepting his forearm under the throat and, striking under the knees, pushed the angel towards the Abomination.
“Bon appetit,” he spat as he exhaled and pulled the golden flap, closing the gate, stepping into a strip of snow-white light.
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